music Killin is another high I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer No answer, glaucoma, and
the shade And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" And now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says
. (beat boxing) Yo whats up yall' this is Doug E. Fresh, and I got my boy Big Daddy Kane, and KRS-One is in here and Game [Game: yeah], matter fact Game
Rain. And Clear It Out A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out A Let It Rain. And Clear It Out And Lets Get It Lets Get It Lets
Knock like the Flintstones, yeah, making the bed rock It's group fun, believe she do what she do son You view some, and use some, and use some and use
urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x) I was once in the land where things would never go right There lived a king
to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this B-boy thing If it's broke than he
on, and now Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness Fire, yeah, and we won
times and shit So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit Who got the hardest mc style ever created? (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and
me how you move it Lil' mama Tags on the back of the Lam' say 'B Dub' Every Friday night, I'm in the streets and I'm G'd up 5th album and I'm still
where the *niggas* are jelly And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't come You want beef, we got burgers and
might see me straight cursin out a meter maid Lookin like the Lion King Specially when I'm buying things Eatin on some onion rings Talkin shit in Burger King
times and shit So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit Who got the hardest MC style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and
I'm a Harlem king, doin' my thing My name ring chains and dames what the fame bring After platinum it's the same thing And niggaz'll never learn 'Til
and the rings and the watch And the bracelet, and chains And you know, grills and more chains Another chain on top of that And another ring on another finger, and another grill And
red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, life's a bitch and I hit ?®er for one thing Long-dick her ?®til I hear her
and load Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho' Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors A chick in ATL and from
