God bless for less What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples] [musical breakdown] [Run] What it is? [DMC] What's it all about? [Run] Whassup G? [DMC] What it be? [Run
John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all
s a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a
we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender
got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's
tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit The shit's way off course It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white
And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time
a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make em read about it (read about it 2x) Fuck what they say about me (fuck what they say about me) Bitches gon love
it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it'
you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we
'm slidin' in pass those, hoes Both eyes close, both arms froze, both charms rolls With the S O S O D E dot F Buyin' bottles, bottles, until there ain't none left I'm
what's up It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it ain't about the money, we got
streets And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess But never shall
what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got damn Ho's here we go agin its time to let it go we bout to phone it in you bitches aint