'm just sayin' Like a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one
Brooks critics, Ta' Kweli, Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits One, two, three, four Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone
We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run So sit on black gortex, before test, we all
a cat always elude danger Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger The rearranger of beats and baselines It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time
wasn't my fault you came outside without ya strap on Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of possession Should've rolled deep, get crooked by
Manhattan Always You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee... Sort the stack outs, this one
, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one Never
a couple safety pins. Got a peaceful feeling, I don't want to fight no more. Got a peaceful feeling, I don't care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore
your weapons 'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll
uh-huh From one corner, to another, uh-huh [Pras] Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The surpreme dream team, always
other, uh, uh From one corner to another, uh, uh Uh yeah, yo, yo, Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The supreme dream team, always
other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and means The supreme dream team, always up
I'ma give all y'all somethin', word up Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one Uh-huh, they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to
room Walkin up You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together You be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one I pay a crack head five dollars
Bozack, I rip up flows that Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that Hardcore no R and B singer Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger
roll Verse four: pmd Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit e When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always
Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol' Dirty Bastard live and uncut Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a Got more props than the President My hardcore