the way I came to play One aim at the game, reign and stay Every stain is straight from objective, insane 'Ey just don't know, I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music
: Konvict music upfront Gotta get my block soad up.. u know me Gotta get my block soad up.. u know me Eyo gringo eyo gringo I heard you wan some
all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money
dancing Nasty, naughty Move that Jessie Pump it hottie Cause when I hear music I just lose it I wanna do it, with you, you, you, you And when I hear music
with the ways of the mice Their behaviour's not good and their manners not nice So when she has got them lined up on the matting She teaches them music
: [feat. Bekay] [Verse One: Bekay] Bekay Y Check it out, check it out yo The music shit used to be makin' my day Yeah your dream is ya dream till they
syndication, shit you a repeat Talkin bullshit, other words you a feces-ces-ces-ces... And I'm a drug like morphine (yeah) The music got you hooked generate
space truckin' The fireball that we rode was moving But now we've got a new machine Yeah yeah yeah yeah the freaks said Man those cats can really swing They got music
all in green Someone said what's he gonna turn out like And someone else said never mind Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old As all the cats
: So I'm there Charging around with a juggernaut brow Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make Cramming commitments like cats in a sack Telephone burn
my rock'n'roll baby She's the apple of my eye, 'cause Flat top cats and the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint is really jumping The cats are going wild The music
rap game?fs nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till?f it kills me I swear to god I?fll be the fucking illest in this music
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer Damn, she musta got that from her momma You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama Keeps one of the cats
projects nigga [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shots four shots All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music
act like Pac so cops watch 'em And shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim ("Hi!") Fight Music, knife
hell whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (17...breezer...chhhooomm) and one like tinkerbell fatty, big like two church bell in parallel cats
, Bambaataa Peace to Pylon discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats See, this rap
