This is stricly for the ladies, no ifs ands or maybes. We can chill together but hold on the babies. Let's have fun with this, I stand thunderous. Any girl I get I work wonders with.
Uh- I can make you smile and all of that, but if I make you cry roll with that- say you want a thug up in ya life, but you aint never seen blood from a homicide, see you want this Don cause you heard that talk, bout how I murk that thing and I make you walk. Did you hear lil thing bout my gangsta ways how I might leave for days and days just might drive you crazy? Let me tell you my type my girls like girls world got worlds my freaks got freaks streets got streets and my heat got heat-.
[Intro]-What the fuck is up- What the fuck is up-Who the fuck you staring at- What the fuck is up. (V1) Yeah -we got them Carbon fifteens TF2 RLs RPGs from oversees I bet we give you hell Im you new realty I wish you fuckers would bring that Cop brutality to one part of my hood Im that D.C. Mega Don used to run rocks for Rayfus Feds call em Rayfal Edmond we call him Rayfus Pop Po keep it movin dont try to play us Ive been watchin what youre doin potna I ain't defenseless and I ain't no witness to a thing that you see I dont give a fuck if you ran it ten times on T.V if my goons out of line they gon answer to me waive your baton if you want better have guns on me on the count of three all my hood gon scream mother fuck your freeze- I wont let you bring me to my knees.
Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher.
Intro-Pssst hey remember me homey?. [Hook]. The game ain't never been friendly. Streets got you marked as an enemy. In the dark hear the whisper in the hall.
(speak the peace. Then slide like grease) --> dida. . (rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --> grap lover. . (that's right) --> biz markie. . [ verse 1: lord finesse ].
Intro-Ride with me-I said ride with me-I said ride me. Lyrics. Why dem kids didn't make it out?. Why ya baby momma scream and shout?. Pressure building I can feel it man probably why I keep that gun hand red roses in the garden grow purple haze all my homeys blow give it time Imma let it go until then make angels in the snow.
Lyrics (Verse one). Word on the block say yall chargin 30K hands on the clock say I give ya 30 days goons in my squad finna start some dirty play rooms at the loge we gon shut it down today soon as it get dark stash it where my hoochie stay got that El Debarge runnin through my lucci vein got my hood complaining bout the price and all the painsay they chargin homey, man just play the game.
God bless the child that can hold his own. Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn. The type that's known to set the tone. Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x).
Chorus. Sixteen candles I light I bet thirty two rounds caught a dead mans chest. Fifteen more on my team want next watch he watch he cry cry no not yet.
[lord finesse]. Hear the crowd, and get the stage set. You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck. Sit down, relax, as I drop facts. Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat.
Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, you. Know what I'm saying? Yo check it out, check it out. I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house.
[lord finesse]. Check it... It's all real in the nine-fo'. Shorties kaught up in the system. Just close your eyes... Picture a ghetto - break it down.
Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92. Yo showbiz, let's take 'em uptown. Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying?. I'm gonna do this.
sippy sippy sippy goes the midship captain. steering it is not his forte. but what is devotion?. no no no no no no no no no. I'm off. kilter. you're not.
verseone. i want to write a lyric. that i won't regret in the morning. i'm tired of building ivory castles. to just find out they're made of chalk. and maybe not wall it in with the vulgar.
[lord finesse #1]. Yeah, what's up finesse?. . [lord finesse #2]. Aw yeah! what's up, money?. . [lf1] just tripping on how girls used to be flipping last year.
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Fighting sounds fun.. but enemies, please, thats messy. No one wants a conflict, but were hundreds strong and we wont --. Be stopped till. Fuck I dont know, Fuck i forgot.
Mad brothers know his name. (Yeah, it's him again). Mad brothers know his name. (Yeah, it's him again). . Mad brothers know his name. (Yeah, it's him again).