me? (Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in (And who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O' And the folks don't understand, yes you can
this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin
money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and
down with us Def Squad, is down with us [Unverified] DN's and Mike M [unverified] are down with us Dr. Dre you know he's down with us Julio G he's down
, yo Drama King, yeah Check it out, check it out, O.Trice Shady Records nigga, it's goin' down once again' boy It's just a scratch man, let's go Em I
next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigga one you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's
Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D I R A P because I wanna stay fat
of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see
to self So when the strong wind come it, don't remove the self We born alone and die alone but we don't strive alone B E P 'N M O S blaze the trail
me I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch, get off me September 18th, 2-O-O-6 I roll up in the court
s up? Drinks Houston, what's up? Onyx, what's up? You does it baby you does it baby Harlem nights, what's up? Treasures, what's up? Legends, what's up
with, the power to fight boy So, listen I'm tellin' y'all, the warnin' the Final Call We're headin' for Armageddon, it's like that The government's
R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The ones that's hip won't change the dial and I remember
nor who you openin' for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure Step up to the resevoir, of the soul
Hip-hop extravaganza, tell your man I slump him with a stanza Now who's the boss? Not Tony Danza My force not green but the force is obscene P.O. took
for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could
