miss you (I miss you) Pun we missing you, Big L we missing you Left Eye we missing you, Jay we missing you (Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah Scott La Rock,
Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-
Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso used clay Down with records from around the way Peace to Bambatta and Jazzy Jay I rock on the
2-4 to base over, are you receiving? Remember rap tracks in '87 Scott-La-Rocks up in Hip-Hop heaven Biggie and Tupac R.I.P. Even Jam Master Jay's in
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin Buckshot, when you see the rocks
I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour, sheep rock or some
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
drop sick Yeah my glock sick Am I not thick? I'm it Motherfucker I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000, where is
victim of the game I speak it from the heart so the world can feel my pain Told you I don't care about the fame I'm like a new Jay-Z with a Virgin
Yo, I rock the fuck out I don't know 'bout everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherfucker Get this straight and fix your face I ain
[Common] Yeah, one two.. Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got
See Dre' did something and everybody jocked him I did scotland and got no props for it naw that just fucked up my jay's which fucked up my day rock walley
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem
this bitch do the wop I ain't tryin' to change hip hop Put money aside and make your hip hop Not dirty right always flip flop, ding More flip cot, dirty pick rocks
do tha whop I ain't tryin' to change hip hop Put one in ya side to make ya hip hop Knock derty right out his flip flops Boy fifth cock, derty get rocks
Changing Faces, Jay Z, R Kelly Uh yeah Jigga uhu Changing Faces How we do Yo All of my rhymes fall all of my days I trade All of my dimes and all of
(T3) Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with