way When you sudden didn't fight you will say Front me 'cause you'll front yourself I'll leave you standing there mad as that You can rap your best that
DJ universe got you sprung in the game You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast From host to host, I hear the toast Too $hort, love the way you that hit Here's to you
don't want the fame I just wanna play the game Beads around my wrist and around my ankle You bought my record so now I thank you Now it's time for me
even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
t even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind
big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And everytime you think you gotten past it it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the
big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back around and tackle you to
up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm
to joke, joke you f-ck around, you could get your ass smoked look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing beep behind me player, so you here anyway you
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'? I
And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance, until it don't move Doowutchyalike Sometimes I bite Now if you're hungry, get yourself
No Wayne, No Chamillionaire Let me get this clear, today you have a real choice, Because of Hip Hops existance you have a real voice. But what if Hip Hop never came around
fuck a hook) Yea - NO! Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him today Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore! Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE.. OHH!Givin you what you need Yeah, the rap
just took a jab at me, Yeah you already know wat I do to fools, So when I see you I aint gon be in the music mood, Get you stomped good, Take ya
leave you filled up See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked 'Cause you scared
Rock, Bambaataa Peace to Pylon discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats See, this rap
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain You'll probably never walk ever again Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Pull you