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(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)
We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days, desperation on the streets gotta find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin' artist To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man I got a whole new approach for the rhymin' You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman Uh! You play the rappin' roll I take the rap and sold, and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug' What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings and things and just waitin' for white rains I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!" ) wait up. You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds? Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds? The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours, get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers My team stay posted. They stay roasted Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin' Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh? Embonishment for the both of you I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.") Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.") Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data on how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta... Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...") wait up. And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' Fellas go, 'Where you at?' Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!' Fellas go...ladies go... Fellas go...ladies...yo... A mellow disposition even when it's pain Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord Brother's out of his game so we can see tours The innovator - your man still a hater The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast (Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it) |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher) Make you (higher) Hit you (higher) Take you (higher) I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ?????? fucking blew it Put my name down And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains My man ???? so he stressing your chain We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun We in the space for positionin' Money and illiciting Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in We bewildered off the sacks and the green Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens You better raise your game They comin' at you high You better raise your game Don't ask no questions why, nigga Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit And speak literally, you in some shit (Higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher) I dominate flows I dominate shows And, in the nightime our dominance grows And, you could see from the posture I'm holding Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and Experience, adventures like poseidon Bunk heads with r and b chicks Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the remix The shit that I spit like plain clothes days Surprised you legit make your whole team freeze I'm so irregular Ear on the cellular Let's celebrate 'cause your man is a hell of a Fillin' the blank with a good thing to fill in We hold it still 'cause we walkin' with still (chance, chains???) Blindsided up in your own reality While we in the heat of the moment, fuck morality I really wanna see you rise to my joint ma (ma) I'm lookin' straight don't see your eyes get my point ma (ma) However you do it, I'm doing you back Yo, don't misconstrue it, 'cause I'm screwing it back Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time I gotta move around, don't have no fuck around time So, you better just get on back just (incoherent scats) abst'act Aiyo, (higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher.........) Uh, uh...higher......we gettin' higher Yeah.....higher...... Yo, one more time I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ???? fuckin' blew it Put my name down And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong Makin' out a lot, you won't be that way long Yeah yeah, plus, y'all niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no bush either And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no a-hoop either (Ad libs) |
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| 3. |
| 4:04 |
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Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh Come on Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah [Q-Tip] A hard time if your motion is still Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah] Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear But yo your girl just moved to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh] Broad look, the movement is on Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh I give my rhyme a bless Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah] You Vivrant and you fresh and all Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal [come on] Rappers start then they stall Findin it very hard to make it over the wall Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard? And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh So girls move it around If you see your main dog give a brother a pound And just uh.. Chorus: Q-Tip Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got Give it what you got, give it what you got If you on the block then give it what you got [Q-Tip] A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word] I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag with the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh Yo hold the door a-ight? We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night Big Moon got the fifth D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love] turn it over the page Usherin all of y'all to a brand new age, where [yeah] status really don't matter everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on] Makin moves, settin precedence Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence and the feelin is true I'm seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah] So let's go for the ride Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh Chorus [Q-Tip] Dunn what what bring it, bring it A-bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it A-where we bring it to? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, here here Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here [Q-Tip] Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time? Hope you skippin every line because I'm gettin mine Move it around a bit again Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real] Eye to eye ma and toe to toe [toe to toe] Who concentratin on killin the show? Penetration is methodically slow Mountain high valley low gonna find the dough [yo for real for real] All my peoples, no matter the creed We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need [uhh uhh uhh uhh] You feel, you feel the bite in this If you think I'm type real then invite me miss And let me say a rhyme in your ear Dancin close you the most and you fit in here [yeah] You feel the rhythm is right You know the spittin is tight You think you won't but I think you might, uh Chorus: 8x |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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"Awwwwwwww. Looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it. You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..." You got your girlfriend around ya. No wonder she surround you. Look at you. Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight, make afella think real hard about the rest of his life. The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain. Flimsy little men, they can't command you and they don't have the heart to demand you, but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk on and watch 'cause your walk is strong. Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club, it doesn't necessarily equate to love. It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare. Bangin' on my wood drum now Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now. Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural tan. Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir. Let's do it real rough until life is a blur. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It got me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. I can kinda understand, you know. I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show. The brushes with fame, continuous game you get, hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and *shit*. But you shine and you pay it no mind, always stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do. You got the illest little switch and you ain't takin' no *shit* 'cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit' 'chu. Admiration to the utmost. All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast. I don't wanna bring shame to you really, I wanna put flames to you sincerly. Make your box-spring jump like a low rida. Best place that I could be is inside ya. The love that we have could be real but you gotta go by what your heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It got me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It caught me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. |
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| 5. |
| 4:08 |
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[Q-Tip]
To all the lowriders, and big-riders Lowride.. what happened in the car yo? F'real, let a nigga.. Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin with a low ride somethin Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride Listen to the CD's I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie And when the evening is over love Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover love Do things to make the man in the moon blush My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush You's a upper echelon piece So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride round with you cause you my special friend, uh [CHORUS] OOh, me and you I think we should riiiide Come on come on come on come on Don't worry just done get insiiide Come on come on come on come on The second cut, her ride is like art We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it The backseat is the canvas we paintin on Abstract the word we creatin on The TV's in the back and the dash too Got miss napkins and bamboo Don't worry, the Tip's past the legal one Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin Fuel injected brand new inspected Emissions got tested details perfected Got the Armor All touch, empty out the dutch No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch Kick off your shoes show off your peticure Shake off the blues we all forgettin more Boy that thing Stuff that brings ecstasy makin you cling A little harder than your average hug or grab Lady tell me this is better than takin a cab And when you back tell all your girls You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin, no earl Vacationin, V up my V8 Just one night we drive and we escape CHORUS x2 |
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Lets talk about these things we see Walking across the land Lets talk about these joints I got Every body get down Lets talk about these things we see Lets talk about these joints I got Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen I break spells with faith in a burst of wind Others talk but.what they talk about? Who could walk but live what they walkabout A calm head in the middle of wartime People go down just so they could get more shine Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me Keep it soft like we killers and often gat You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back Abstract see it like this is the king in you Allies living one more if I'm fuckin too Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin time I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart Look around you tell me who else is shining girl Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass But watch imma drop to a bronco See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo! And just know that your man to can get that And just though that I don't really wet that And just know that this nigga here flips tracks Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat The illest regiment is what I represent Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft? Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do |
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| 3:09 |
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[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious... I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit. Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero. Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a. Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks. Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm." We gon' knock it down and put this rock solid Amplified shit up. Girl, it's like a sit-up. So you betta send a letta to the betta. We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda. Girls get pretty-ed up, then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up. Worldwide vision where everybody sees clear. I could get you ten here. Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush. Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is. Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs. Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee. Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone. Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans, and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and keep the joint close for the commotion and keep movin' around. Movie stars. Buy a little car, buy out the bar. [Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)] ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. [Q-Tip] "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?" We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this. Showin' to prove what rap is. ("What is it?") Marauder, pass the blue moon. Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune. Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom. Insert the veteran who consecutively come wit' shit yet again. On the dance floor, chicks get horny. Hopin' that they all move on me. Word, for REAL for real. Do it hard for the love of the game. Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch. Jay-Dee be champion. Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion. I'd advise you to fix your self, for real, and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.") We in the mix and it's thickenin', my rhyme and it's tickin' in. The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'. Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.") You forg-azy and the shit amaze me. Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it. High Define your screen and put this brotha in it. [Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)] ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be...") |
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| 3:03 |
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[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order movin through life at will he ill he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile givin pounds all around no need to act foolish enjoy the time no need to get toolish i spit it out wit the general feelin that once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back the north south and east and the west wanna see which crew can do it the best Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft the west where cats throw jets to play smokin green all day keep a loked out sway east..side..the hustle get real pretty young things with their mass appeal or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out whatever it is I hope you evolve we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on Chorus: [Q-Tip] Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard [Q-Tip] everybody take note to your man and ya'll and I will take note to the grand it's venomous I mean the way they hate they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but no attention I give them no light niggas gotta know that I go through mics go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo I put my mind to the work in here and make sure that all of ya can understand that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks I do do the things that keep me from the rest and I do that well if I do suggest yo put your hands on your system and feel me out or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud the indoor seat of lady galor seas she get touched once and she'll never divorce me hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it a noble's face and I'm doing my pace makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again Chorus heavy hitters knockin shit out the park you didn't even really play tell me why did you start |
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| 2:51 |
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[Jessica Rivera]
"Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about. Let me see if this is real." [Q-Tip] When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the music should be the only thing you see. It's the score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin' off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro- batic, wha. I'll pull something through your chest-piece. Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be. Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and took a hit of D. She actin' all silly and... I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion. You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat. 'No fingerprints' is how my expert-ass be. While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found. You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it's mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum. [Jessica Rivera] "Yeah, that's alright. But I know you can do better than that! C'mon! C'mon!" [Q-Tip] Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same page and wanna freak shit. I wanna eat it, watch you beat it, cum real hard than repeatin'. Yo! The frivolous rap song he rap about is no good. Remove all the crap about my dogs is all in for the national. No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out. I keep my eyes on things and I keep my shine on BLING! My peoples ain't nothin' to toy wit'. Professional, leavin' a boy stiff. You doin' all while you're really talkin'. You need to get gun or get walkin'. This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it's mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum. [Jessica Rivera Q-Tip Both] What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. [Q-Tip] "So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing... and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And then, you can take it off and then..." |
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Uh.. check it out now
Uh.. no doubt now Uh.. yo, check it out now Uh.. no doubt yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish for bliss could never take flight Sittin back with this mic in my hand Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo Uhh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin like grownups Don't even try to hide cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see I say 'I dunno' but you say 'Gladly' And when we both do hit We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than Ben & Jerry Can I rhyme? Well you know I gets mine Sittin round in my abstract car This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo Uhh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Look at you, look at me Look at you, look at me Check it, yo - check it, huh Yo, check it - uhh, yo Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Look at you, look at me Look at you, look at me Yo, check it, yo, check it Yo, check it, yo yo yo Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh Gettin back to my MC status All the Willie that I kick make the other niggaz mad it's movin, to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle but she really was blatant when she shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin, "Yo is this some heartfelt shit here? Am I strong-backed nigga? Well shit yeah Plus we can hold a convo' or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side" We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big weight You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh uhh Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Uh, yo, you such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing yo Uh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh Vivrant thing ah out yo uh uh Yo.. |
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| 3:55 |
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[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack cutie little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up and you asses can't dip my B my shine what the fuck is on your mind? Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it Not only the opposite train it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Use a cruel intention that we have is bad You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass Oh well then here comes the gellatiin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends Now your party is completely blown Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own It's rap time for you that means nap time Preachin from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense heavy hitters knockin shit out the park you didn't even really play tell me why did you start spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract how I gets down Chorus: [Busta Rhymes] All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] fuck that niggas will bust gats better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while I'm on the hook get on your good foot and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we [Q-Tip] get down [Q-Tip] comin with the brand new quickly we pant to the young black man with intentions to band you see that people need a age in things so many paid their ways so many phean to stay I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings Or maybe because when they was young They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun Now their all grown up to be assholes I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels? You swing dingaling for peas trees While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze Writings so exciting the pen it keeps Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them People be hummin in formality next to kin My family is starvin? You know they want me to win We forfeit nigga please get off it Second checkin my name to my office Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it Abstract comin through witness abortion |
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Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love it or you hate it?쫋uck it Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here" Local state officials??yeah they out of touch Getting money for some, aiyo, ain't nothin' much But yo?쫖et them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it You don't understand, so don't tell it You sneakin' souls just for phat diamond golds Cuz our lady friends have likings for designer clothes People in my hood think??if I'm lookin raggedy, then the cat is just a weak link In the very fake chain of oppression??if television taught me any lesson, it's "Image is Nothing", but yo I got a thirst?쪵othing, but yo I got a thirst Nothing, but yo I got a thirst?쫤hat's first? Your rings or your purse? Jonathan Davis (KoRn): (Oh boy?쫛h boy! Make your wagers back there! Step lively?쫤omen and children first! The world is coming to an end! Come on now?쫤e're looking at the end! We have to leave them?쫤e have to leave all our paraphanelias behind??{brought back?쫇rought back??[repeated]} LET'S GOOOOO!) It's kinda scary you see?? How fucked up things can be Each time you take a bath How it could have been your last There's so much shit around us Things we can't even see Is this the end of our line? That's where I wanna be??that's where I wanna be That's where I want to be??that's where-I want-to be (End of Time)-repeated (Brought back??-repeated |
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