And and all you niggas with those crazy ass names. MC Murda and and and DJ Kill A Lot. And and and and DJ Stank Finga and all that shit. Aye aye, fuck all of those silly ass rumple stilsken ass shit.
I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody. Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all. Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all. Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one.
"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit". . Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine. Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon.
Intro:. Yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. This is for only certain people (word up). This is for all my peoples in the struggle. All my peoples in jail. All my peoples dyin' to live.
Is it on?. Fagot ass niggas, talkin' all that bullshit. Worried about what I do but I don't give a fuck. You know what I'm sayin', 'cuz if I listen to that shit.
One, two... one, two. Keith Murray and Jazze Pha. Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell. . Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn. Grab my remote control cut my stereo on.
Now get'em. Yeah, we gonna set shit straight. All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now. None of y'all niggaz don't't know me. You crazy, punk ass nigga.
Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill 'em. Raw like the Ball of Brazilians. You don't want war, 'cos the kids brilliant. Blood, I'm the heir to the throne.
Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Hurricane. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. . Bum bum bum. Bum bum bum. Bum bum bum.
Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Hurricane. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. Bow bow. Bow bow bow. . Bum bum bum. Bum bum bum. Bum bum bum.
All my bitches drive Beemer Benz. I only fuck with nines or tens. Yeah its only bad bitches in my section. And some niggas from the section. From the section, from the section.
It's hard for me to leave out. You call for more, want my define, more. A nuh mature, see my j-O-b, see my K-A-Ds. The nuh gotta leave, a nuh gotta leave.
Yeah, yeah. Dans l'monde. Comme aux premières rencontres. On finira seul au poste de lui. Qui a pour contre. . The maker, the owner. The creator of the planet Earth.
Bobby bonsoir,tu es la?? Enfin..je t ai attendu toute la soiree.. . Viens pres de moi, contre moi, embrasse moi, caresse moi, je sais que tu as envie de moi..
{*sampled woman singing "So High" in background. Throughout whole track*}. . [Intro: ??? (RZA)]. Yeah son, 36 dirty. (Smoked out.. oh.. smokin.. smokin).
[Intro: RZA]. Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah. So, anything it takes to fight. Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha. As the snowflakes start to fall. Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive?.
[Intro: RZA]. Yo, the great Digi. "What are you looking for?". The World's greatest mind. Bob Digital. "Man with no mother". . [RZA]. Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference.
[RZA]. Yo it's the sexcapades, the sexcapades. . (Chorus). Baggin' ladies drive 'em crazy. That's my every day routine. Have 'em buggin' it sayin' they lovin' it (baby).
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?. You know I love you. . But why do some it wasn't me?. But why do some in front of me?. Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so shady.
Yeah, yeah. Dans l'monde. Comme aux premières rencontres. On finira seul au poste de lui. Qui a pour contre. . The maker, the owner. The creator of the planet Earth.