he really goin' out with her? Well, there he is, let's ask him Hey Dee, is that your ring Suzie's wearin'? Uh huh Man, it must be great ridin' with her
: hey, is he really goin' out with her? Well, there he is, let's ask him hey dee, is that your ring suzie's wearin'? Uh huh man, it must be great ridin
the haters mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers see me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders met Ali he told me I'm the greatest I got the fever
with the greatest of ease But I fell down hard on my bended knees I feel like I've been run over by a truck I don't care much about anything I'm happy
: (feat. Dazzie Dee) [DD] Check this out I think I'm a lucky guy because this woman, I have found her [YY] Ah-ha? [DD] Beginnin to think of her more
Break gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on the scout I'm about my papers 'Cos ain't nobody doin Dee no favors I'm tryin' to get
got bitches check it Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da South
it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) [Swifty] I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil
Hahaaaa, Yeah, come on D D D D Twizzay Hailie (What??) Come here baby Bring daddy his oscar (ok) Were gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) Swifty: I'm
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
girls try to play me but yo I find another because I gots that crazy game and I'll make like my mother ???? speakin I'm like I'm tweekin my buisness never
you just had woke up Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit and through up Hold up and this is for my niggas dem About them raga-dee bitches 'cuz I'm sick
Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up Hold up And this is for my niggas dem About them raga-dee bitchs 'cause I'm sick of them Home-hoes
older and a little bit slower but It's all the same thing In this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen Your father's giving it diddly-dee
get the shit right, I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights 'Don't Believe the Hype' was said in '88 By the great Chuck D, now they're tryin' to
a lake And then set up a date, between me and his mate Tell her lobster and steak and, bitch, don't be late Oh, the pussy was great, I'm still sealin
- Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall; Tell me who's the greatest motherfucker of 'em all? Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall; Tell me who's the greatest