m a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way
shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it, it's off the hook,
about a player Go on, b***, c'mon, b*** Run home, b***, get front on, b*** That's right, b***, f*** off, b*** You get off b*** when you suck all them d
' Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten G's An' never lift a finger, makes
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick
to the ounce, we was bumpin Spoonie Gee Or Grandmaster Flash, Sugarhill to me In 1982 we had fun in the streets All they played was Too $hort, and Run-D.M.C
G. Rap and Polo tape"; - Chuck D They was - straight goin out like a gunner Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters But I'm spittin
the east to the fuckin? west side Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide Look nigga I'm gon' run
G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat [Kaine] Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick We Ying
Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix She wasn't like other chicks, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips She was like, "Run-D.M.C., Tougher Than
Baby He's Sha-day! He's so crazy! Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm
that It's a dub (W) S C thang dub C brain And we don't fuck with niggas and khaki jeans strains I'm fucked movin' I'm clearin' the crowd It's the who
YO' ASS That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks So everybody watch your back I'm like the
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
take grandma for hostage I carry my joint Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D. Wetting a
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as I look at all the videos