Take another hundred names and put 'em on a list And curse yourself forever watching it I'm looking to have to see it to the end 'Cause the fastest rat
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Take another hundred names and put 'em on a list And curse yourself forever watching it I'm looking to have to see it to the end Cuz the fastest rat
, The undisputed truth is that the black man is God, Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin', They cause this shit then they wonder why we start
Intro: afrika & mike g Sammy b is on the cut Sammy b is on the cut Sammy b is on the cut Sammy beeeeeeeeeeeeeee A: ha hah, one two G: one two A: one
fuck we get 6 Thompsons Top 10, how the fuck you gonna forget Compton Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in I started soowoo, I'm the
murder in the lot My nigga got popped With a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start
on tha dump, if you wanna know wassup If you know like I know bet not fuck We got tha weed in tha tote Nigga wanna deed, here I don't Nigga bring tha B
tha B's for tha pump Tribe comin' clean like a bitch We gon hit yo town for a lick Nigga, we dont run we attack em Then you can't splack em Nigga outta line
can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
my melody Eric B Check out my melody Marley Marl, synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B made a cut and advertised it My melody's created for MC's in the place Who try to listen
spirit To y'all I'm just a funny moniker with a couple of fresh records And a bangin' hand style to put the jukies On the guest list Walk for that Metal
made love to me,it goes like... was he fixing a carburetor or something. I love you, honey... Anyway, I start to fool around. And I start screwing around
me, "Your majesty", my melody Yes my melody Eric B Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B made a cut and advertised it My melody's created for MC's in the place Who try to listen
that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys Only separate the real Niggas from the decoys Killafornia B
it's got to b, got to b Got to b tru G O T T O B T R U G O T T O B T R U G O T T O B T R U ...
murder in the lot My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start