Tercüme: Reddetti. Drss.
Skatting down on my Suicidal skate Down to the town the pigs await They'll never catch me I'm too cool Make them look like stupid fools Dirty rotten
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K "know" one here even said your name R you really
out my call You have gone away There's nothing left to say All that is left is P A I N - Release me P R I D E - Don't tease me S H A M E - Why don
you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped
delivering attack on pointless rap shit Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war, respond react The concerto, of the desperado R-double-O-T-S
valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
to check the pedigree of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ
Hoody-hoo C-Murder, wassup nigga? You know how we doin No Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga What? what? hahahaha,
fuck the fame Because it come and go The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos Niggas make ya money
those P.O.D'ed Hypno n moet jewel, for the few gon get the glee ton All we r is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime It's the mercenary of the whole
kentucky it was a cool thing. ?®s-u-c-c-e-s-s T's the way we spell success!'. I can't believe it. (laughs) ?®v-i-c-t-o-r-y, victory, victory is our cry
6 in Kentucky, it was a cool thing. S-U-C-C-E-S-S THAT'S THE WAY WE SPELL SUCCESS?I cant believe it, V-I-C-T-O-R-Y VICTORY VICTORY IS ARE CRY..GOTTA
you down. (you down)] [Fat Joe:] This is the t-e-r-r-o-r squad. Who else hold it down like ya nigga Joe. I'ma spit that ross's 9-2. Take ya back when
and show up to Iraq wit one gun Speakin Arabian, bitch I'm bout to bring the heat wave again Bust illyrical nuts in ya face again I'm the R&B game's
I'm beautiful, I won't dress like that kind of girl R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see, that's the way that you got to look at me It's my choice and I will decide, I
year of the 9's And I'ma have to make these motherfuckers A offer they can't refuse, you know? Ha, what's goin' on? Yo c'mon, you know it's on I wrote
