Turn it around, baby Turn it around Turn it around, baby Spend my time with me Try to believe you Try to believe you
they hook Guppies hold they breath They wanna miss me when I'm tipsey Runnin everything west of the Mississippi It's the unseen pullin strings wit my
The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City Giants. Gamble for plots and 4
, farrakhan ain't joking When he said we're being setup So black men and women keep your head up When you're makin' records Chorus x4 Outro - farrakhan
me [Verse Three: Thee Undatakerz] New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on me The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green Miami hoes in the house, G-strings
as black as jack or brown as nino From the ghetto Blak Luv, is what we need to flow Chorus 4X Outro: Peace (laughter) Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh
a faka Called Booya music aka under taka So check this out I gotta pass the mic. Who else man it's the short lord check it Rap verse 4 (Short Lord):
m a teenage rapist like Alex from A Clockwork Orange and motherfuckers I warn ya I'm killin' more rednecks than that nigger from fuckin' California you got the fucking string
that everybody ask for This a fast life we are on a crash course, what you think I rap for to push a fuckin' rav 4 But I know that if I stay stunting
fall on me Deceit, deceit, deceit [Record Scratch out] "Getting dusty in the cellar" [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Yo I was thinking about my sick friend Stringing
Gun [YC:] Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click [YC:] That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night [Verse 4: Oschino] Oschino
Monster mash, prop for what? From S.O.B. Shout to Honeycomb...what would I be without wax? Just another empty battery shell in the pack String on the
You trippin' when you ain't sippin' Have a refill You trippin' when you runnin', huh ? Now you know how we feel [Outro - Rihanna] We gonna run this town tonight! [Outro
