go from here? I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin' the head Not forgotten what is written, stickin' to what is said When D is MC'n there's no bein' mislead
reggae chorus] [D.M.C.] I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin the head Not forgetten what is written, stickin to what is said When D is MC'n there's no
run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) ?-and loaded? ([M] Run
in the choke hold Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain
out outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C. This nig named Gotti
my dick on hard Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches Said, "What's up, Monica baby? Can you come
nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up What's next
, get ya fuckin ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin for the guns to bust (What's next man?) What's next, I don't know
I move proper So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper! Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal? Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New
up outta mine Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't
best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin
dream or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix She wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips She was like, Run-D.M.C., _Tougher
on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's
is your baby Jesus devil don't you know I'm a soldier? in God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya like Folger's Crystals feds I'ma pick your
a bull pump And now there's fuckin shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for... I lowride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
C'mon yeah [x7] [verse three] Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out
art Been held back, it's either rap or sell smack Black Knight like Martin Lawrence run tell that It's the I-N-S-P-E-C-T-A-H Livin' life on the line,
to stay that way, and I'm tryin' to stay "forever free," like AZ... baskin' in the riches of this hip hop M U S I C. 'Cause when the east is in the house