was all outlaws with our fists balled We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw MC's battling at the club, for the plug Rapping for the other rappers
the mic so viciously So all the real B-boys and real B-girls Ever know others better than me I said hey Mos Def you can't steal the show You ain't the only MC
't there [Verse 1: Big Boi] 65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream Cruisin' down the street like two fingers Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC
tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there 65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream Cruisin' down the street like two fingers 'Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC
as the wack stay frozen Locked in time, mindset is Babylon P's the martyr while MC's babble on Letter sixteen is me and some see I freeze and snuff MC
drunk stylin', staggerin' More than you can imaginin' Thoughts randomin', runnin' through my mind Like who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young
young black man Gotta go through every day of his life Hard times to live in, wake up in the morning Thank God The type of shit a young black man Gotta
paddle away, they say OK But I chop that ass up anyway What's your handle I got mad MC heads upon a mantle I got genuine MC skin sandals I light the
, but does that help me flow? No That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know 'Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
videos, but does that help me flow? No. That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know cause they were too young to rock up in the
it, it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker MC make the other
Sucker MC's like punks who are pickin' flowers Go for yours, we went for ours Start at 3, end at 6, Jam Master Jay is on the mix For all the young ladies
tha muthafukin block (????) wit bustaz cuz they ass is gettin clocked. CHEA! who givez a fuck bout another only got love for my fuckin gang brothaz. CHEA! but Im young
Eiht: We sending this one out right here To all the young thug and young hustlers out there You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps to pay bills For this young g Steps
we gon' get on this one? (Westside) Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house) I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house) MC Eiht
killin niggas from my hood, fool uh Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull the trigger Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas We bail deep
mouth to speak and I'm diss ya Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady In other words, you're