ride wit me, you can ride wit me C'mon and ride wit me, ride wit BCC You can ride wit me, You can ride wit me C'Mon and ride wit me, you can ride wit
fun And I'm the C to the O, double M O N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C to the O, double M O N I sit and think with
like John Gotti then I gotta get lost I'm gone in the wind My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin I guess I'm hell-bound destined to learn
the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped Verse two: pmd Well my name is m-d, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker
If You Can Got Any D Man? THE MAN I'm Cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got Any C Man THE MAN I'm Cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got Any X Any Smack Any Horse Any Jugie
If You Can Got Any D Man? THE MAN I'm Cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got Any C Man THE MAN I'm Cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got Any X Any Smack Any Horse
If you can Got any D man? THE MAN I'm cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got any C man? THE MAN I'm cool MIMI & JUNKIES Got any X Any smack Any horse Any jugie boogie
face, c'etait ca ou m'affole On peut pas toute sa vie cavaler au campement Remy desole, je suis c'que j'ai fais Et si c'est pas c'qui fallait Seigneur
rollin'' Rollin', rollin'' Niggaz be rollin' Niggaz be rollin' Rollin', rollin'' Rollin', rollin' I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker Grimy by nature, database maker
faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie] Will I shoot ya if ya run? [B.G. Nigga, C [Mannie] I ain't showin no love [B.G.] Nigga, D [Mannie] All
to Greece from New Ghandi to your momma we gives absolutly no fucks Motha fucka natural born serial murderers mass mothafuckin murderin muderers bitch, come and meet your maker
can't stop me You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me {P. Diddy} Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right) Son we multiply
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh [repeats in background] [Run-D.M.C.] A to the maker, I dedicated my rap for the creator, there
He's a big bad wolf in your neighborhood Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good We're Run-D.M.C. got a beef to settle D's not Hansel he's not Gretel
now they call me D.M.C. (He's) the Emcee of the party The D's for doin it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool,
bitches on that gin Man hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down in that pen I'm blowin out the window, you know I'm rollin glass I'm bumpin that
John Gotti then I gotta get lost I'm gone in the wind My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin I guess I'm hell-bound destined to learn my lesson
do, stick foot pussy you The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in