this, niggas don't want no more of this Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes Slap a nigga that style sound some like
making fools a thing of the past Like chapter's in the bible My rivals and foes all know the survivals Are known in the streets But I rome you won't make
Mase, and ya don't stop So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo Get on the mic and do the best you can Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect From a different style
wit macs Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black Stay high wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts From the street Bible or the street Quran Fake
want no more of this Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound some
only runs far Beyond the moon, Jupiter, Mars, the stars [Unverified] when I speak, watch out when the homey creep Verbally you heard my name throughout the street
) [The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *sounds of fighting are heard* [Verse One: Street
Dawn I buck two shots and you squad is gone you add a little street in your R-a-p but never do you wanna challenge B.D.P. 'cause smashin up a crew, one
Yeah Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar
thrown} yeah Uhh, here's another one, and another one Yeah Lil' kim, the queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p
they push And after we push I leave her Cause I don't love her [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Ha ha, and me neither A-B-C-D-P-G-C Who could it be, it's the D-O-double
premium bush When I push, they push And after we push, I leave her 'Cause I don't love her (Ha, and me neither) A, B, C, D, P, G, C, who could it be?
and another one Yeah From lil' kim, the queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice
, and another one Yeah, from lil' kim The queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice
don't build right you better take yo' ass home Cause some catch stray bullets all alone [chorus] [pharoahe monch] I got the chevy impala shit, street
street life (living this street life) That hood life (living oh yeah) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Verse 1: Styles
[Intro: Styles P] There we go, that's why, there we go Close that door Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga Yeah... [Verse 1: Styles P] I told you