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Get up, get up put the body in motion Get up, get up put the body in motion Get up, get up put the body in motion Get up, get up, get up, get up Get
[Incomprehensible] Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby yeah, slow down baby yeah Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby, slow down
Goddamn you! Haven't let you in 'cause I'm in you Haven't let you in 'cause I'm in you Must have been a bitch, must have been a pain Take me off the
they wrap me up for comfort when behind my back they stab little old man creeping up again I'd like to smack him up side his head (Romans 6:6) I don'
Seattle was a riot, they tried to pin on us But we didn't show up, with gas and billy clubs An un-armed mass of thousands, just trying to be heard But
[CHORUS] Everywhere we go uproar When u see us in the club on tour uproar We get we spit we go uproar We're runnin up the zones..uproar R to the B
The Motion Waltz (Emotional Commotion) Waiting to cross the rubicon Wondering what side I'm on What are these visions of me as a young man? With one
Verse One: I can fall from a building and fall from the sky Make a rapper wanna know why, who's the fall guy? A lot of people wanted to know, what I
Drop it Uh, ladies and gentlemen Y'all siga siga sing it Y'all siga siga sing it Y'all siga siga sing it Y'all siga siga sing it Y'all siga siga sing
[Intro] Uh, yeah Uh, uh Uh, uh yeah No doubt, uh Ladies and gentlemen It's the world premiere of the world's greatest LBS, Rampage the Last Nigga One
Interview Interlude: [I]- Interviewer [R]- Rampage [I] Hi I'm sittin here with Rampage Whose album is comin out tomorrow [R] I feel great *beat kicks
Rampage Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out Fuck the jacks
Yeah come on, come on, check it out (Rockkkkkkkkkk) This is how we do it (Roll) Yeah come on, everything (Rolllllllllllllllll) Flipmode, Violator (I like
Uh, check it out No doubt son Flatbush nigga Yes yes y'all It's that Hall Of Fame joint This how we do it, tell em son Aiyo I pack more students, than
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall To get the juniors with some cheesecake And these crums was in the front You know what I was sayin Yo blast what
[Incomprehensible] Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on I got chicks
Chorus 4X Simma rhyme, simma love, do these niggas iz bad I was sure to suck a nigga, whose the dick iz bad [Serious] Yo yo yo yo In ya face, in ya face