It's My Thang '99 Lyrics - Singles - Dj Clue

[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue) 

Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray 

The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT) 

Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99) 

Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID) 

Aiyyo, we got these hoes spread out like mustard 

The Squad go to war like General Custard 

I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard 

And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards 

[Erick Sermon] 

First of all, I'm the E of EPMD 

Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG 

Squadron, my click be fully armed 

I got dough, my account be fat and formed 

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[Redman] 

Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex 

Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex 

Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O 

Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya 

[PMD] 

Aiyyo I detonate on impact 

So niggaz better get back 

The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that 

The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back 

No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that 

[Keith Murray] 

I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder 

Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of 

I get out of hand like I lost my arm 

Decipher the head of see-cipher like Voltron 

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[Erick Sermon] 

Who got wins? those that be hard pretend 

You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin 

Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring 

I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King 

[Redman] 

Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock 

Cops know the SL hand do well 

Can tell by the nails you frail 

We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels 

[PMD] 

Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively 

My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me 

Consecutively, five golds so technically 

You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD 

[Keith Murray] 

Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest 

Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest 

Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best 

I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS" 

[Erick Sermon] 

I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone 

It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens 

Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene 

[Redman] 

I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night marauder 

Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather 

I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic 

In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic 

[PMD] 

An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya 

(Why these niggaz mad, P?) 'cause we the masters (CLUE!!) 

We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin 

Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin 

[Keith Murray] 

I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX 

Keith Murray pack a black tech 

And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched 

Females jump in my flow like double-dutch 

[Erick Sermon] 

My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why) 

I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat 

It's My Thing, back wit the sequel 

Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle 

[Redman] 

Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at 

Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks 

Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win 

I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN 

[PMD] 

So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla 

Drink Old English, can not stand Miller 

MC's cold rockin till the party's through 

Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you" 

[DJ Clue] *echoing* 

DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh