Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go Swervin curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ? Full in effect, set
control, breath control What you really need is breath control [buckshot] If I said it once, I'll say it again When all them punk niggas think they ready to spin
to this bloody streak Everyday and all night I keep my heat Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets
mac, melph, calio Chorus Third verse (? ? ? ? +? ? ? ? ): (? ? ? ? ) Alright, they got a lot of my fuckin' homies, best believe they bout that Drama, Shit, packin' them lugers and k's, ready
seems like we all are waitin' For a drive by playin' tag wit Satan But we chillin' yeah, we ready and willin' Ya hear about the latest west side killin' Forty sippin', set
them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin
And despair and set their souls on fire You show 'em paradise And make them pay the price But if I catch them messing Gonna teach them a lesson And they better be ready
you're gonna crack Big Fun everyone-Fun job #1 Dum ditty ditty dum-big big fun Dum ditty ditty doe-here we go, On your marks, get ready, get set, let
to the partner Pepa MC, magic, and her first born, whatever it may be, magic Yo Spin, once again help me get this crowd on it's feet So we can set it
nasty, said we danced dirty Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump I was all set not to jet but to jump Spin
to say it now? C'mon let's go All you cats in the back if you ain't wack If you're on the side fly girls and guys All the people in the middle when Spin
't think that you would hear the "yo" Without the Turner Brother's in it? Huh, I pull the rank like a luitenent So when I said start me up, girl, I meant it You better set (set), set
wick-wick-wack (B) Get On The Mic One, two Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go
? Come on, mama, hard as you can It's part of the plan, it happens when you start with the man On your mark, ready set, baby, let's go Baby, let's flow
Bring it, whoa Uh, uh, uh, uh, aha, aha What, what, what, what, uh On your mark, ready set, lets go Dance floor pro I know you know I go psycho when
their fears; I'm glad that they cut their tears, 'cause I'm over that. And change can, run around your head, Kill your thoughts instead; Leaving you spinning
got ta offer is drama And many problems, I lay back in tha cut These niggas out and I rob 'em They ain't spin around here We all alone on my block Like