, baby! (Renaissance...) I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do But you got to be finished befo' the music is through... [Q-Tip - Verse 1ne] I don't
play mish-mash. (Repeat) Keyboards in the middle jus`a jump and twiddle. (Repeat) Rhythm over here an` me seh rhythm over there; Don`t stop and
game bab' bro, nuttin' change, they know Play Illmatic then listen to them, same flow (Joe: [chorus] 2X) (Joe: [bridge]) Bag up your work, hit the block and pitch Don't stop
killin us with the illest type flows [Interlude] "Ah yeah, right about now See what we don't wanna do (uhh) We don't wanna do...just do shit, get
Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout to have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go head
Another night, And so just crank that music up, We don't know where we're goin', And I don't know where I'm at, It doesn't matter cause we always know
the yacht at the dock at the beaches Don't stop, got nothin but hot releases A thug by my side cause I need em Forget any reason I give He'll stop a
shit Don't front, cause you know what song this is Ju don't know Chorus (wyclef) Ya don't know what we're going through Ya don't know the things that
don't wanna live I don't wanna breath till you just Rain on me (rain on me) Lord wont you take this Pain from me I don't wanna live I don't wanna
the dock at the beaches Don't stop, got nothin but hot releases A thug by my side cause I need em Forget any reason I give He'll stop a nigga from breathin
the yacht At the dock at the beaches Don't stop, got nothin' but hot releases A thug by my side cause I need em' Forget any reason I give He'll stop a
payment saying fuck enslavement Usin the tools of old ancients Announcing my engagment to this music that we making Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't
Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview shit I know what you gon' ask I got you, don't even stress it No I don't respond with answers that
Yo, yo, yo, A Dutty, yeah, huh Remix king, well, yuh dun know Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul Yeah, Busta Bus now, Sean Paul now Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix
Welcome to the realm where the glory don?t stop Where your feet stay locked when atop of battle block Cornerstone buildin? from the floor to the ceiling
MC out there) I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight I hold mics while you hold spite like a broken hearted bitch Don't give no
put the "12Play" down I gotta have it, I just can't stop limpin' Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin' No matter what I do, I can't stop leanin' When
get some bub Love, love, don't rub, we fittin' to hit the club Yeah, they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub You don't know nan, ask Trick, they
