People say "oh wow" Cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown All the way to your town You can't slow down my hits Can't slow it down
know how I get It don't matter if it's motown all the way to your town you can't slow down my game [Jermaine Dupri] can't slow it down man think
Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
2X)] I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL but I don'
really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!)
makin these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare
and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max
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. Wack stage
eats cos I eat sweets Not stakes summits I got styles Styles! Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it’s
it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep
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
in it Pull over where the hustlers be (and why's that) Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's So I'm always where the powder be at (what
't usually do this, but I had to push upon you, excuse if I stutter D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better I'm pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather
[ 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
copper Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper With the l-e-n-c-h-m-o-b T-bone and that’s j.d. And here’s how we’ll greet ya Stop fool, come off
. Cuz you know I’m the one that flown, Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go. With the l-e-n-c-h m-o-b, and y’all disgrace the c-p-t. Cuz
R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah Nigga, we go hard (Gotti) I'm loud when the shells pop Still I sell rock
It's the final round, I'm 'bout to bounce, Baby I'm out, can you hear me now? Mic check c'mon, mic check 1, 2, c'mon It's the final round, I'm 'bout
