case Stupid look on your face mad at yourself Cause your peers shouldnt of been in the streets in the first place Ohhhhhhh.... [Chorus] Who's real who's
oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded I stay C
I gets loc'd and loonie I, I get loonie [Verse 3: Shad K] You ever read 40 classics, for your classes, for your Master's And while on tour rappin, crashin
WAKE UP! [Tech N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were
no shame And the shit's gone too far 100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked The rap game's hijacked Let me tell you how it happened
: (feat. R. Kelly & Beanie Sigel) [Jay-Z] Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz It's gangsta! Woo! It's gangsta nigga! All g-g-gangsta
and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the B.O.S.S., divine styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo,
?s unanimous Killa Kaz?ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave ?em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I?m standin? up Tech is hostile, he?s awful He really
fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!) This amount to the passin, of the fathers of the now bastards, but it's not about math It's about, who's
You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me? I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who I'm only concerned with music, and who break
pthijssen@freemail.nl Intro: Judge: "Alright, your charged with public intoxication, alright listen" Convict:"There's a thousand people out who're
We make, make money, money Take's money to survive The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive Cause it's all about the C-notes Gonna be fuckin
eyes: I see another black brotha living life streetwise Who's making dollars like a dope man Making money anyway a nigga can Taking your shit and selling drugs Getting drunk, sagging Levi's
on the hallway ditchin Teacher's pet snitchin, but ain't no Miami Bass like the triple beam So fool please, I move MC's like old Z's I want more cheese
don't ride the dick of these real MC's We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's We bag for
m feelin so that way the whole world can believe in it Do anybody know my name!? [crowd cheers] What's my name!? (Snoop Dogg!) What's my name!? (Snoop
: [Intro:] Who ride? (We ride!) Who ride? (We ride!) Who ride? (WE RIDE!) On three "We ride" One two three - WE RIDE! One two three - WE RIDE! One two
