gon' do it like that Come on, come on [Rakim] (This is how it should be done) [VERSE 1: The E] I'm not the sucker imitator with rhymes that sound conventional It's the E and it
in it, and it really ain't free to me You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord And it really don
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (clapping your hands) [4x] [chorus] As we ride by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas
over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that fucked
The side, you know what I'm talkin bout, But what man don't, so how can I break This down to her, Ludacris how do you feel about This particular situation
lock down, we keep it underground Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound Sup, Bow-Wow, how
studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be done
flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it
livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me You get it how you take it but the only way You'll make it, givin' peace to the G O D, your
gon' change me, how? What you thought would happen When they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is L M O O X P
styles STYLES! get it honney tell inning to winning run miles and miles to the speaker super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers OH! Verse 2: Gollie G
up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that fucked
these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's But a wanna-be's not what I want to be See the FU-Schnickens have to be The true prophets free Free
to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back
I see, this is all I see When you hate me, what I see And it's all fucked up, up, up Said, it's all fucked up, this is all I see If you can see what
King Jacob and Suga Chi!!! (Suga Chi) Microphones I burn bitches to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my foes Them baby mommas
styles Styles! Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it's the sound of the zeekers Oh! Verse 2: gollie g
it's at 'Cuz it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) Yeah, that's the name of my hometown I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all
