Gotta stop that man, Gotta stop that man . . . Or he'll stop me. Big wheel, big beaver, Boiling hot With front office fever. Gotta stop, gotta stop, Gotta stop
the motherfuckin hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't
a-hop, a-hippi to the hippi, [12:53.40]The hip hip the hop and you don't stop, and rock them [12:55.50]To the bang-bang-boogie, say up join the boogie
hop and you don't stop, and rock you to the bang-bang-boogie, say up join the boogie to the rythm of the boogie the beat. Now what you hear is a modern
Pain Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie
that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin'
Judge Judy Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender Ain't no screwin off a
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie
D what?...DL! YOU KNOW And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga 'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the FLO' Truly I don't buck
me, now you look rewarded [Raekwon:] What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me I'm back with some
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One] Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [*sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know
tryin to get me Cause I'm swerving banging curbs And they can't stand to see me with it But it don't stop just provoke me Motor drop my top Now be planetarian
(feat. Killa Sin, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, X-1) Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! [Raekwon] Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
it down [Chorus: x3] This is the Dance! You don't wanna be late cuz i'm over on weight betta get ya shit straight This is ya Chance! You don't have
boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check this out, uh She slid up my whip
now Next time she show up right on time for this shit) Word, no doubt (Better stop smokin' on that shit) Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him (Whatever
them boy they don't pent So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet We'll never let anybody
't next to nice, made you nice Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced I'm the coldest M.C. in the game And I shouldn't have to say it