I'm not Going out, out, out, like that, I'm not Going out, out, out, like that, like, like, like Going out, out, out, like that, I'm not Going out,
going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going
out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this
it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I'd like my sugar with coffee and cream Well, I gotta keep it going keep it going full steam To sweet to be sour
'bout your ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross world find cubic Ma, I wanna fall in love like I'm Cupid Telling me she don't give brain, like I'm
on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love the skin that I'm in Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. That Yack, That Goose, That 'Tron, That
out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this
I intelligent Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant For you motherfucker just step up to the M I C I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally
are comatose I'm not a joke and I go for broke and while I'm laughing You'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play
i'm blessed With the will to make sense of all this mess I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky And i'm the only M.C that'll never die So just
you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this time) I think you fellas, better respect my mind (mind-mind) I'm
try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin' conscience That's nonsense Go in and gaffle the money and run
synthesizer sound, so silence when I say I am great, get it straight 'cause that's my fate My name is Run, I'm number one, that's how I rate He's in
D.M.C.] Here's a story of a guy, who used to be fly He never would steal, he never would lie The type of person money could not buy Thought he be that
that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm
it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new
to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer I'm on y'all Harlem, who else is going to