went to hell anyway It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny It's, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's, it's not funny
you went to Hell anyway IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY!
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
mystery It's murda (It's a bloody murder) Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Somebody tell 'em it's murda
(Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people Though
dat's where the party's at!) Uuh, D.C. y'all! (dat's where the party's at!) A-T-L (dat's where the party's at!) West side! (dat's where the party's at
from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it
, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about KI's, it's all poison How could you call yourself
from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my
! Get out! Hahahaha! Yeah yeah D A P's to the Y Tulisa and Faze Jack shack, fat jack The whole gang Maiz, three ash, three C, 3D J-B's J-B's yeah One,
Every time 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
all that shit You kno' what I'm sayin', I'm still livin' with my moms You kno' what I'm sayin', that's my word You know you saying, I'm makin' records
spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got
let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (let's get it) [g-dep] Creep with your people Though
Blowin' 1 up, 1995 Conscious rap is still alive But nobody wanna play it, nobody wanna say it Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it 1996, it really
up to the ceilin' We groove it, you move it, it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it
the three, Run D.M.C. And the brothers about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty The brother's about
