My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo
Bad Ass and B-Lah do it big Drink the whole bottle bitch and give you a swig But don't take it personal, that's just how we kick it Pull out a big dick
as them cold rivers, wise as them old niggaz Tired of this, though, half of you rhyme it but don't live it Watch it and go spit it, stop it, I know physics
thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all
It was my girlfriend Betty I said hello dear I was just about to call you I got a couple tickets to the Run DMC concert I'm wit it It's 6 O'clock now
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as
You Wha, wha, yeah It's like a team over here daddy One for all, and one for one (Let it flow, flow, flow, ahh yeah) If it ain't that then it ain't right
clown You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns My father was a priest cold blooded he's dead
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) There's a demon
leprachaun My heart'll be covered in cold ice intephalon I'm sick wit'it I'm brick wit'it N9ne twist-ed it Ten times outta ten if you lookin for what it
' cash An' when I cock it, we might step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass It's catastrophic when I drop it Atomic, demonic an' off that chronic It
when I hit 'em up Fill his body up wit holes and the terror that will follow Will have a nigga hit the deck when I send it up Put the pipe to your dome
to stress (Lay it all on the line) Gotta keep it gangsta, 'cause I'm a hustla Do it like a balla, 'cause I'ma a mobsta 'Cause it only takes a second
) And thats why I stay low 'cause the world's gettin' too cold We yellin it off the "O" 'cause the world's full of bitches (picture this) Cold cold world
verse Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in cold sweats Nightmares every night, breathin' of short breath Wit
mission But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten I know these balls are talking Lord I wanna do right I tried to fight but these demons they
as stated Pray to the Junkiemaker Pray to the Junkiemaker It's the death ticket, Can I get a witness Pray to the Junkiemaker Take a hit, Wit yer lips
girlfriend, Betty, I said, ?Hello, dear I was just about to call you I got a couple tickets to the Run D.M.C. Concert? (I'm wit it) ?It's six o'clock
