God bless for less What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about? What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples] [musical breakdown] [Run] What it is? [DMC] What's it all about? [Run] Whassup G? [DMC] What it be? [Run
and say thank ya) Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) [Chorus - Fabolous] Ya'll know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it
B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook] [Fortune] It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot Four
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
it's understood without saying it's a given, and it ain't cause what I'm doin for a livin' it's more because of what I'm doin how I'm livin not to mention
Rich and Stopped Tryin'" Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and Jay stop lyin You a snitch, what'chu know about movin in silence Even N.Y.P.D. can't deny it The
album, 5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd
Stop Lyin The Dvd In Stores December 6th It's A Tell All Nigga Wait Till My Movie Come Out Im Glad It Aint Based On My Life With That Knock Off 8
motion I'm sittin' high, Daytona's that's all we ride Hit that switch it's do or die, ride on me, that's suicide I be in the hood smokin' that green,
tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop
where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin
about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The
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 back Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryin to advance Aftermath bitch