On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm def Because every performer is only a goner Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner Is It Live (Cause Darryl
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin
that's the breaks the highs and lows Of the industry D.I.T.C. and X to the Z Bringin' it live Get it crackin' to the third degree Xzibit breakin
Unit of the year We settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop. ButЎ (I know you, and you know me) C.b.m.c. given to me by chuck d. That’s deep as I look at all the videos
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around Like it's when me and my people run through your town Holdin' it
it down like I'm sposed to do And your chick is on my promotion crew Gossiping about what I did Gossiping about where I live Aight I'm joking bout where I live
know who the best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what? (Let's go) [Verse One] Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that) I could
! ARF!* Got my dogs covered Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose You want it with
[ INTRO: Chuck D ] Yo Once again From the dephts of hell Run-D.M.C. Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the house And y'all take this [ *Jam-Master Jay
It stuck him right there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it
with a double barrel Cause uh, my skin is my sin And all I need is knowledge of self and ammunition is my best friend When it’s time to roll nigga, we
shittin for 'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya,
love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks Nigga let me sum it up Y'all niggas is dumb enough Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
[Young Jeezy:] It's M.C. and Y.J. Another hit, okay We lookin' fine, takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday, Monday, Tuesday They try
Q-B-C smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit fuck it, I love it like a cloud over the projects your game Im above it its combat, gats bangers
t lie (he ain't lie) Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon) So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah) C'mon, man (let's go) [Chorus
the fire along, c'mon) It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes) Motherfuckers Yeah, c'mon [P. Diddy] I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already
