* No Joke is a cover version of "I Ain't No Joke" by Rakim. a fuller length version appears on promotional 12". . [Buckshot]. I ain't no joke, plus I got the bright smoke.
Turn your radios up, turn your radios up. This, that one right here I was telling y'all niggas about. That Nature shit. (Queens Bridge). That Flex shit.
[Verse 1: Fred Money]. I was raised in the era when. Getting money niggas was paid off of heroin. Nowadays, they in jail or going broke. Hot as hell, that's a fact -- watch you rat on they folks.
[ In whispers I plant promises by. Forget-me-nots and lay lilies in my bed beside me.. You deny me, but, uh, still I remember you.]. . Laundered linen sheets.
You don't wanna see my Flesh. (Flesh, Flesh). . It's nothin' but the Bone in me. You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone. It's nothin' but the Bone in me. You don't wanna see me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh. (Flesh, Flesh). . It's nothin' but the Bone in me. You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone. It's nothin' but the Bone in me. You don't wanna see me.
Cleveland City where tha St. Clair thug chill. Come and kick it wit an clair playa. . Everybody when I said it stay off tha hook now. Cleveland, C town, nigga that we put 'em on tha map.
Chorus:. Cleveland, city where tha st. clair thug chill. Come and kick it wit an clair playa. . [flesh-n-bone]. Everybody when i said it stay off tha hook now.
You'll never find no other like my kind. Come chill with me and tell me what you see, you'll never f. . Come chill with me and tell me what you see, you'll never find no other like my kind. Come follow me.
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe. Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls). Song: No Mercy. . [Fat Joe]. Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas.
If you ain't got no loot. If you ain't got no loot. Flavor Flav baby, from 1998 to 2000, y'knahmsayin. Slidin through the molecules of wetness. Like a slippery eel through seaweed.
Hahahahaa Wir tauchen die Stadt ins Neonlicht Hahahahaa!. . Hip Hop Eins Null Eins mit der Acht Null Acht. Hamburg Null Vier Null wer hats gemacht. Flashmaster Ray mit BQuadrat Flashback Party in der Gegenwart.
You may running through the rain falls. But you won`t get wet. You may running through the storm. But it won`t blow y`away. You may running through the sunshine.
It`s `bout a night in a hotel. The party is over. Voices still ring like a bell. Didn`t want to go there. . An old missed friend he send me a letter to come.
I'm ready to flee to a better place. Go West, South and East, whatever the way. Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now. You got to believe we can get away.
were here to. bring the people and the music and the movement all together now. we see through. repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal. were here to.
And the kids say. . Watch your man, I think he's faking the band. Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands. Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback.
Eightball:. Close your eyes image just you and I alone. No instigators or player haters in our zone. It's on, we bone like two high school kids. Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then.
MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you claim to see. I can only aim to be, M-J-G. If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same with me.