wait among the pressure Jump and sing for [incomprehensible] Body freeze and I pitch you up Then boy, easy flick her off 'Cause of this some girls get envy
Some guy now we up in the spot Watch, place hot, couple of bottles, champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving
I'm rated "R", this is a warning, you better void Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed 'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite Strike like lightnin',
my cable swingin' Like 'The Pit or the Pendulum', Pete Nice bringin' The sunrise with no lies, legitimate an' you despise Envy this MC's magnitude, so realize The MC emceed, the DJ
get some whop whop You know I sold my drop top on Dayton's with them knock-offs Partner you can straight shake the spot I see the envy and jealousy in
me He split like hair he should like me I betcha can't do it like me I'm tipsy off Coke and Hennessy When I walk up you niggaz envy me Cause I'm D4L
Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the
DJ ENVY & RED CAFE - Things You Do lyrics (feat. Nina Sky) [Intro: Nina Sky] Oh-ho, oh-ho, ohhh... Nina Sky-y-ighhhh... [Red Cafe:] DJ Envy, Red Cafe
like it's murda Ja's a murdera I'm a murderous bitch Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi Bag for any any hoez feelin envy envy If you chose to
come hear say Pan head skull bore Come back an hear say Dirts man skull bore Hear say, John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour DJ dung yah a brandish
[Chorus] It's alright As you may have heard To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn It's okay, to play this loud Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat
I'm rated 'R', this is a warning, ya better void Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed 'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite Strike like lightnin',
Verse one: I'm rated "r"...this is a warning, ya better void, Poets are paranoid, dj's d-stroyed, 'cause I came back to attack others in spite
talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on Who the fuck put you on Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons I fuck with Fab get my DJ
"we got news for ya" --> scratched by dj premier Chorus: guru and hannibal [guru] while they devise our demise, we grow wise [hann] upset
[DJ Premier] "One-two.." "One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two.." "The maker, owner!" "Come
pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all I never slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, envied