went to hell anyway It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny It's, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's, it's not funny
you went to Hell anyway IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY!
from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it
, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about KI's, it's all poison How could you call yourself
from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my
! Get out! Hahahaha! Yeah yeah D A P's to the Y Tulisa and Faze Jack shack, fat jack The whole gang Maiz, three ash, three C, 3D J-B's J-B's yeah One,
Every time we be rippin' it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around Like it's when me and my people run through your town Holdin' it
all that shit You kno' what I'm sayin', I'm still livin' with my moms You kno' what I'm sayin', that's my word You know you saying, I'm makin' records
spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got
let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (let's get it) [g-dep] Creep with your people Though
Blowin' 1 up, 1995 Conscious rap is still alive But nobody wanna play it, nobody wanna say it Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it 1996, it really
up to the ceilin' We groove it, you move it, it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it
the three, Run D.M.C. And the brothers about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty The brother's about
He said, "Hold up Run," ding dong, "It's the bell" Jay to the door as he leaves the cut For his eyes a surprise, "D.M.C. whassup?" I need a little help
Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee The K I N G's of all M i c's Like Hercules, with rhymes like these Never crackin not lackin and I still pull G's Well I
, restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grimm It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin, not
the head kid? Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister Yo, stop frontin' That's like my sister, word to mother Yo you lying Whatever man whatever Yeah, aight A-yo Charli, what's
