man a soap out fi deal with dem case [Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall] Yo! Yo! Yo! Bust the ill gramatics hip hop fanactics Porno stars couldn't cd my tactics
, crash Blooming dales Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your Benz window It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop
God And Weddings At The Top Of My Paper Like Im Starting A Heading My Homie Santana Yea Das My Ace But You May Know Us As I Cant Feel My Face (Talking
of my paper like I'm startin a heading my homie Santana yea that's my ace you may know us as I can't feel my face (verse 2) see they don't know where
of my paper like Im starting a heading My homie Santana yeah thats my ace but you may know him as I cant feel my face [Wayne]
we run shit See we're kinda like the government So just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just respect my
hip-hop heads Our mission is to get him to stop layin' eggs And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose **** Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my
Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture If
, like, Jeffery Dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE So come on and face it, my
quickly became a crowd favorite. Eventually, we would have friends 3NP join us on stage for a hip-hop style interlude in the middle. The album version
hustling, get paper with my niggas Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section Before I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon Yeah that's my
wanna know is there a mexican heaven, lord (VERSE 2) will my grandfathers beer breathe be real bad? or will they him take mints or the white tic tacs? do the r&b hip hop
and them And we'd be overseas and not in these trees Where my peeps stay alive like the Bee Gees And the likes of JZ would save my steeze Singing handily brought Hip Hop
Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al
like "Look at my son, he out cold" [Verse 3 - Muja Messiah] You could tell I'm focused by the look in my eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my
dun dun duh, girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop