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Maybe na the Argentines ppl abduct am ![]() But this is serious o |
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yo yo Ay yo Missy I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the fück you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha fucka before I bounce. Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy. One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit. Check it out. Ah hahahah! I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with virgin-akins. Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh. If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss me! See who is he,that girl right there who is she?......... .....don't act like a fuckin' sissy. No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they askin' who is he? Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest ... Missy Elliott F/ Busta Rhymes - Supa Dupa Fly intro |
The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know I be the masterof the who what where and why GANG STARR - Moment of truth See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya down, just like some shellfish in a bucket... ...Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before So I oughta be able, to withstand some more But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has it's day... Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G? Or will you be looked upon strangely?... Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse Cause you must meet your moment of truth |
Biggie The country bud got me chocking I’m on a mission to the point motherfückers think I’m smoking Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra sh!t... Nas Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should Cause these rappers’ll have your phone tap like Savion Glover And on the West the police corrupt, some are bloods But these Teflon I loaded exploding some mugs I’m like Furious in “Boyz In the Hood” But at the drive through I’m ain’t running I’m dumping Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do I’m calling Henchmen to save shit, to organize a black truth And we party hard party wit Nas Since they ain’t no more – Mardi Gras And I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize And .45’s for them suckers y’all idolize Ya’ll yelling my name but y’all soon dieing Trying to portray real but they be ly-in Cause they want the real niggaz to die so they can game But never that, this ain’t never lasting this is the house of pain B.I.G - Living in the house of pain (feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige & Nas) |
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