hear it in the street or you can read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next, let's go See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you
: Intro - [Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
it Any little title you got, I'm takin it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss What
panic Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don
Redman I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy finger up on the pen, be like "He the bomb, dicky!" These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won
big bank figures The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get
cock Swede Bust them things not you slap be Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew
like wrestlin No question, I bring it every time baby Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z [Chorus:] [K-Solo from Redman's "It's Like That
you You may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And it don't stop (oh) And it don't quit (oh) And I miss you
don't, we do it for us It's lust, 'cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck 'till we bust, 'till cuss each other out, we know what it's about
bust and spills my guts, you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush, you dont feel it then it
other, That's why we always fight, And all we do is shove each other, Every other fuckin' night, And it's clear it ain't gonna change, It's pent up rage
falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and
rages in photos, Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to god, hope that no one's listenin
opening your jibs cause every time you do it's just another load of fibs, I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is. It's a warning shot
eight and if i can come fuck, bust a nut, all day i be talking bout nigga what i got a homie in jail doing life for sure for living in detroit making it
please Damn it's a hit and run ho Well this concludes my story, so I'll see you next time When Esham's on the mic, funky fresh with a sex rhyme sayin
the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool