in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper,
take a little moonshine Then drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin head off Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a
t take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool
Gobble gobble, from the incision Stuff that bitch and it ain't Thanksgiving Didn't even have to fuck all night long Take me home, damn it's on Jumped out the cover, snatched off
Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man It's over man, it's over man [Missy
for it All the money it made, I'm like forget the law I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed Take it like a man, the flow ran you off
smile she said mister mister would it be cool if i took you picture to hang it on the wall with the rest of the best, i'll have it back in an hour or
too late, it's too late He, gone [Kanye West] You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at
you chase the pussy it?s a sin but if it falls in your lap it?s a blessing soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain
can take you higher what this is, forgot i must now remind you let it rock let it rock let it rock chorus just let it rock let it rock let it rock let
Richter:] (J Rick double dash yo) [Verse 3] [Johnny Richter:] J Rick double dash yeah We get it crackin' Big Krizz, Tech N9ne whats up blood whats happenin' Make it bounce, make it
dash yo) [Verse 3] [Johnny Richter:] J Rick double dash yeah We get it crackin' Big Krizz, Tech N9ne whats up blood whats happenin' Make it bounce, make it make it
(feat. Redman, Ja Rule, LL Cool J) [Redman] Bitch! Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon ---- That
beyond reproach Suddenly I wanted to take off my clothes All hell broke loose I started to take off my trousers and shoes And so I tried to look cool
soft suckas off my corner [Scratch: LL Cool J "Is it live?"] Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that... [Verse Three:] [Run] The sophisticated sound, not soft or sour It
no pleas We spit game for all the real G's Feel up the (?) they love to have it They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on [J.T. The Bigga Figga