of the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this
C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's And every
you mad vexed Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C. Yo the NC in Atlanta
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forever gunnin with NWA [Chorus] Who says rock is dead are you ready to bang your head c'mon yeah who says rock is dead bang your head enough said Imagination is
Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? Well I'm feelin' well Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell Well how feelin' Mike D? Well I feel all good All day is
and think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run
so that my mind can fly Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent in other words, I creep creep
word to God, I turn your last name to Underwood 'Cuz if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
and think i'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to underwood Cause if I see it, i'ma take it and run
[Method Man] Yeah ha.. we vibin' Channel livin' all day ha c'mon Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d ?? Sniff a whole key My coke deep Be my consciouss tellin
his game, right now I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan) Uh-huh [Jamel Simmons] I'm red rum, Reverend Run,
track record, the feelin go right to it It was easy for me, I was born to win You was born to hate me, you should be born again You with Mike and Kevin
gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome How you doin' mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard of St. Lunatics word up I'm like "OK", all the sun
m not a booster! [scratches] So what'cha got to say? - This mackin' word is bond There's no other assumption. - I got it goin' on! I'm not conceited,
and hit up the curb, I lit up the herb, I'm sick with the words, "Man, who fukkin with me? ! ", I'm a treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B, "Bum,