Mic check c'mon, mic check 1, 2, c'mon It's the final round, I'm 'bout to bounce, Baby I'm out, can you hear me now? Mic check c'mon, mic check 1,
on I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's
it, no matter What the situation be I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green UPT 13 and CMB Is what I represent for life and I'm H
bounce to the ounce, we was bumpin Spoonie Gee Or Grandmaster Flash, Sugarhill to me In 1982 we had fun in the streets All they played was Too $hort, and Run-D.M
the east to the fuckin? west side Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide Look nigga I'm gon' run
em where the fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
m a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever
be depriving ya self and only yaself when ya being childish But fuck that - I'm done wit that I'm done with trying to run with that I'm about to numbers
off your shoes, run your toes on the dash Now peel off your stockings, c'mon let's get it poppin' I'm in the mood for cotton, candy and I'm plottin'
t care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don'
is you, tryin' to breeze with me All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the white T All I really do is argue Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash
the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin', c'mon The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin
, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?) Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission" To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction
quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch I'm into makin' bread bitch and ridin' candy red shit I'm doin' this for pimp C and my nigga
You watch me You watch me 'cause I be Weezy, must see TV C3! Nigga that?s me and I?m me I?m me, times three So retreat or suffer defeat I?m back, 3 Peat! C
be pulsatin' dominatin', up above Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm down low I stay in the cut with O.J.
