ll bark for him, for real, his heart's warm This nigga here let the trigger talk for him So you've been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..) I don
worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line leak out the radio
the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock 'cause once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
not real, same flow, no style I pop steel, lames, no know who go down And I don't give a fuck, who run the city or not 'cause the streets is real, even
He never laughs, never smiles nor sweats He doesn't breaks arms or legs, only spines or necks He once killed a man cause he would not let go of his Ego
story line The music and rhyme are designed to make you have a (good time) At the party, or wherever you hear it pumpin Get up and twist or breakdance or
Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado Here we go Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it overseas to France and Germany On the radio Dun, guh
music People keep tellin me, "Kris! You need more radio Yeah man, that's the way to go You gotta be like so and so to go platinum," Then I attack em
m not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo' Before I can let the smoke out, niggaz let twenty go The thirteen
god damn shame Are you ready for the real here we go now? Most on the radio can't flow now Everyday I gotta cut the radio down Sound like another Pac or
juice I'm ready to get you in the bed and knock somethin' loose And after that, the balls in your court We can leave it alone, or we can go back and
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched
you [MJG] I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in
't give a fuck About you jumpin' up, actin' like you're Krayzie 'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade it Turn off that motherfuckin' radio and put in a CD or
you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie 'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this [Verse 1] Turn off that muthafuckin' radio And put in a CD or a tape
reefer to propel cheif, but nigga heaven's not either And that dip is only for all believers Now if you still with us you kept up If not, guess what?
: -------------- Don't trust any rumours or whatever. Kiske: ----- The thing is, forget about what's been in the magazines, or what has been said, or