God bless for less What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples] [musical breakdown] [Run] What it is? [DMC] What's it all about? [Run] Whassup G? [DMC] What it be? [Run
closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police Cause
thing to say to y'all Y'all got a lot to worry about Mike Tyson is a Muslim now, I'm out (Yeah, yeah, give it to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let
Dad; and yo, guess what I got a RHYME and I'm puttin it where the monkey put his nuts RAGGIN on you wannabe-a-screamer MC's and all you Diggity Das triple
on the court he appriciates your support but he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant
musta got curfew, because they can't hang out I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history
my dick on hard Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches Said, "What's up, Monica baby? Can you come
under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me [Outlawz] What
want it [Eye] If you really want it [Pac] Get'cha ass up; you know it, if you really want it [Eye] If you really want it [Pac] If, you really want it
more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All
know what I'm sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter
snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it I'm scandalous
's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even
it's on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel. Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones and they all malpractice, arrested, and send '
It, Yeah. [Chorus x3:] C-Town's How We Ride Chi-Town's How We Ride Mid-West How We Ride Come See How We Ride [Verse: Krayzie] I Think It's Time We
the way And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin' It's all about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my
