kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day
what I mean? [DMC:] Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made
O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
s with you and I'm gonna mack em Devil without a cause...I'm goin platinum I'm goin Platinum I'm goin Platinum We're goin platinum Devil without a cause...I'm
to stay that way, and I'm tryin' to stay "forever free," like AZ... baskin' in the riches of this hip hop M U S I C. 'Cause when the east is in the house
come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like ?
female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee
kiss my fuckin diamonds I keep climbing, but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch I'm the son of shotguns unsung cry And I'm
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money,
me, I'm talkin' bout the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini And also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool Back in the day
Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run! Run! run! run
my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime,
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money
duck Who's that lookin' through my window? Blaow, nobody now You motherfuckers better lay it down B A B Y, capital D C Virtual pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D
