On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm def Because every performer is only a goner Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner Is It Live (Cause Darryl
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
How The Fuck You Gon Criticize Me I Aint The Reason Niggas Is Bangin The Nyc Makin Bullshit Threats On The M.I.C. I Don't Wake Up In Cold Sweats When
like I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent the
Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent
it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change, It's stayin' the same
of the bird gang [Verse 2: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los' I let these niggas live, I told
it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter
hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe the
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
s how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it Inside the club packin', actin', Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin' Parlay, playin
from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people Who run around, changin
for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin
: I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin
