you know you shouldn't rhyme like unh Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh Baby boy you could do it take your time do it.... If you get the
Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
can have it like that Fuck two or three bitches at the same time Grab the microphone sing my rhyme About them same three bitches that fucked me good Us niggas gotta do
it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where
in histories It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds It seems to be phones
, But it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do, 'cause indeed I'm jungle
Yes, it's the best thing I could do right now Doodi for you is to rap So I'mma fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your
people ask me, am I afraid of death Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think, that I worship the devil That I do
a maker of history, across the land All though it's true that I'm a babe in the music, then It's a fact on the wax I do excedrin My beats cut rhyme,
are you askin' for? More, only your sacred and pure Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah
my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin' hit You don't want that do you? It
get rowdy So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie [Divine Styler] Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards
, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though
away from two Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do [Chuck D: x4 in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav] Bust it, we
full of sheep still simple and blind So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it [Chorus] [Chuck D] Whatever it takes to make it
fire, fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a motherfucker feel it When I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really want to test (
they almost beat me to death I was arrested charged with aggravated assault Yo Clancy we got him But it wasn't my fault Nevertheless don't mean to bust
dime yet This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records That Ready to Die shit, it was aight, it was aight You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it