my man up at ten He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men He said dollars
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and
bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P. "Am I a good man? Am I a fool? "Am I?" [GZA] He used
is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade
They used to call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable My whole life style
: [Killah Priest:] The most amazin', my raps appraised them Priest the made men, as far as rap, my heart been jaded Carve his face in, mask like Jason
melody My... We gon' freak it for this one time, man Drunken Master It's just those wicked flow skills My... One time ...malignant melody Two more times, man Let me go towards 'em, man
a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Method Man
href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening
: Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry) *bees buzzing* *man screaming in torture* This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest
: (feat. M.O.P.) [Intro] (Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! [scratch starts] AAW! Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners
But if the static is comin' Fool, you won't catch me runnin' [Verse Three: EP Version] Stop your flow like its menopause the men all pause Cramp your style like P
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man
it in so long It's when you open Her door or come? You give her your coat When it's cold outside A man ain't a man Until hes been To his woman Compliments
, hip hop's not always business Cuz underground authentic linguistics, represent ships That launch missiles at "Wannabeez" under seas Victorious, P.A.
Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think
