Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe] Yo, who that cat that rap
shavin' closely on Any character approach me I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burglars tryin' to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap
If I sell a little crack ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I die and I rap ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I take you
whassup? And strangle niggaz like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up! Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards as I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguanlizard at you corny niggaz, Animal Planet rap
Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which Fork to use, I paid my dues In a rat-trap building called New York Livin' off beans, greens, and pork In
Constantly, constantly, constantly I think about you all the time Constantly you're on my mind At night I try to close my eyes But I, I can't get much
Lean on me! (2X) "Big Daddy Kane, a teacher.." (2X) "Big Daddy.. Big Daddy.." "Goes a little somethin like this!" "Can I get a yes" (4X) "Just lean
411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see Rap is outta control Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what wait Hey, rap is outta control Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta
Doctor, I've got this feelin' Deep inside of me, deep inside of me I just can't control my feet When I hear the beat, when I hear the beat Hey doctor
Shake this ground well of hate This is why I rot away, this is why I rot away today 'Cause you wear this mistake that you make That mostly that you make
Shake this ground well of hate This is why I rot away This is why I rot away today Cause you wear this mistake that you make That mostly that you make
Whoo! It's history in the making, y'all . . . . Yeah! Follow me! Oh! Believe you ain't never heard a young man, That can blaze the track. Ridiculous cat
Refrain: Ich hab nichts gegen Gangsta Rap, ich hab nichts gegen Gangster die rappen, im Gegenteil, mann, ich lieb den scheiA? doch zu viele von den Jungs
Yo yo yo All you sucka MC's ain't got nothin' on me On my grades, on my lines you can't touch Kevin G I'm a mathlete, I'm a nerd But forget what you
Sorry, but lying and posting up in subliminal text will never get Passed, We clearly can see your more ass than 100 pages of the Playboy Mag. But that
rap, I hate rap And it don't go good with beer on tap I hate the beat, I hate the rhythm But I love that melody they put with 'em I hate rap, I hate rap
New York City Make the feature cut next week 'cuz it's a Tuff Titty Now I know my rhyme ain't bustin' no chime 'Cuz my rap be crappy like a homeboy's