my show (Give you what you've been missin') And you can call me whenever you wanna go (I know you need that feelin') And when I dance for you ain't nothin
Do an old school dance (oh!), an old school dance (oh!), An old school dance (oh! oh! oh!), get it old school! Do an old school dance (oh!), an old school
niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I'm so hood And It you're not from here you can walk it out If You don't know what I'm talking about
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
Stive Work Goood Damn I Dun Broke A Nail Weighed So Much Coke Tha I Broke The Scale Nitty On The Track The Beat So Wick-I-Ed B4 A Quarter Brick Cant
on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come you can try If you want, you can die, if you want to We hittin
you worth Did you forget I'm a terrorist One wrong look and you'll burn Letting you that I am what you call black magic In every single battle you'll
, I'm glad you came [Norah Jones] But tonight you, will be so fun [Talib Kweli] Maybe you're the one! [Norah Jones] Soon the new day, breaks the dawn But tonight you
sent him To resurrect true rhyme God kingdom You should say amen when you see me When you pray I'm him then you believe me [Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky
s the catch, if you never had that itch You won't squeeze for the scratch You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that While you talkin' out your ass
the sunblock (sunblock) You gettin one shot (haa) Until you dissolve I revolve Around everything you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you
all Goofy, kinda pudgy, 'bout 5 ft. tall He was a moron, a pest, but his ways were good I know you probably had this kind in your neighborhood If you do you
like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase
talking zsa zsa zsa zsa Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent You burn up you got me bit I'
I'm no rat- ain't did shit and if I did then prove that. 3-0-5 I'm that chick and I'mma ride (inaudible). Verse 4 I like dem G-U-T-T-A- she move dem
Verse 1: afrika, mike g Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage, you scream for more Afrika got rhymes galore Snap my fingers, make you
