warp speed MTV, level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One, two, one, two Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio I talk
fathered the fathers who fathered I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target From artist to artist
Yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout huh? It's time I see you Get it right You faggot niggas heard Suge Knight Double R's the only niggas
] [Line played backwards] (I like this!) Big things pop, little things stop If you talk a lot in your mouth you get socked Miss don't flop 'cause I only
Only live once and I got 2 kids And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head And pray over the meatloaf I'm lookin
talk about on the street [HOST] look, I'm a strapping lad a masculine chap I mean I play croquet but I can learn how to rap Only last two minutes
fresh new perm At the world in the barrel of the pistol term Well we get it how we live never live and learn Gotta talk about the flow cause you is concerned Only
it if money is the it you want me with and ill probably just spit on the chick you wont be with and I hate a bony bitch only like em only thick and I
barrel of the pistol turn We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn Gotta talk about the flow, 'cause you is concerned Only Down South Rapper coulda
are content holding ground in their game But when my soul steps to exit this frame I will be reincarnated as [Chorus] Rain Harvested thought only comes after rain Artists may talk
a snare and the extra-tire hogwash I got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talk My long-lost lover left me to date a real artist Ain't it strange
MUST BE SOME ADULT IN CHARGE OF HER! CARLY: MY OLDER BROTHER, SPENCER. MISS BRIGGS: OH, YES. THE ARTIST. CARLY: HE?S A GREAT ARTIST! PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN
Artist: charli baltimore f/ mobb deep What, what Uh, uh What, uh What, yeah Uh, yo Yo, what Yo, uh Yo, uh [charli] Say mobb deep, niggas go sorry Niggas
over they backs! [Xzibit] I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew I deny your existence as artists You
(Intro: Uchie) It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero Dopehouse
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Wake Up Show The red-headed
bring you up in my world My ghetto pass go state to state I could go in any hood 'cuz I ain't fake I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet For Soulja Slim