knew what I was doin would truly toast her But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags] [inserted track ends] "What the, what the
pass the peas Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine ... [Dove:] Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise] [inserted track ends] "What the, what
the beef shit still look what I done (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Here we go again!!!! [Chorus: ?) I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul
good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you think you doing..........) I give a fuck who you ridin
which way to go Nigga save your soul cause we all gotta struggle or strive And that's called survival It's vital nigga better know what to die for
don't worry God don't like evil Shit is so clear that they can't even see through But no matter what we do (matter what we do), We gon' be strugglin'
nowhere to turn to (When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 4: Flesh N Bone & Bizzy Bone] I'm stuck lookin' for the lost soul
tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5 I bring to you the one and only... Bone Thugs N Harmony Nigga this St. Claire... [echoes] [
: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat Man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man
of y'all motherfuckers [Man 1:] Nigga get the fuck down! [Man 1:] You shut the fuck up [Man 1:] Fuck y'all niggaz doin? [Man 1:] Fuck this shit man,
gun powder that only takes all the fun out of Mur-derin I'd rather go 'vrinn-vrinn' and now you see just how the Fuck I do just what I do when I cut
X out Now I don't wanna hear X, Y , Z im X'n out your whole entity for try'in to kill meFilthy mother fuckers I'll show you what real be When these HTB
the same noooo [Verse 2: Eve] Uh, ayo, this thing so crazy That it hurt ya soul Don't know what to call it that Call it rock n roll All this shit sounding
like I don't give a fuck my nigga Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga One of the best that ever did this here, every year It's the #1 R&B
folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me What the fuck? Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Crist, shoot dice Fuck
Man, at least a dude wit' a car So first of all we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them
clean, you ride mean Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!) Them crab niggaz, wanna jingle ya keys What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3) [
