Ensi: Quando il suono e prepotente si alza la pressione a diecimila bar ma quelli del mio quartiere pieni di gente Lo speravano le strade DogoClub e OneMic
Ensi: Quando il suono e prepotente si alza la pressione a diecimila bar ma quelli del mio quartiere pieni di gente Lo speravano le strade DogoClub e
: Never has it been so sweet to your ear So lend it here and let go your fear And give a green light to the man on the mic And keep this beat cause it
they show me love And the ones that put me down, I gotta show em up And never thought I'd make it, they thought I made it up Changed their mind when they
up and ice grillin' it You get a buzz from the crowd And they be killin' it They might be loving the show But ain't revealing it We give the people what
come, with much much more You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit Just give me the mic and I rock it
where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna
real real good to me Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit In the whip she gives CPR to my dick You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick This role
no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say tthings once, never twice
than me please stay seated I got so many fans I could never feel heated. I got so many bars they could never be repeated and there's sotum close by but it's never
a king you fi rule your own throne Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky Big time police she a lock up everybody She lock up all Pauly
alone And buck down any other sucka Me quick to pull me gun And straight up kill that muthafucka You never can know when Bone'll ? Commit the one eighty
with that Go in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that Roll so fuckin' deep
la la la Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la And
everybody stand up, Get them hands up like a robbery. I'm a hot commodity, Bangin' bitches condom free, Chuggin' bottles till I'm more fucked up Than the economy. Mic check, One two, One
: (feat. Mic Boyd) [Intro:] [Classified:] Man, remember tape cassettes? [Mic Boyd:] Tape cassettes? ! [Classified:] I remember goin into record stores
give 'em what they want! ["With these rhymes that are classic"] So tell 'em who it is! ["Cho-Choclair"] ["What up, what up, what up, what up"] ("Starvin
to shake these stereotypes So give me space please, let me air out my life I don't even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster Cant play the fiddle, and never
