| Lyrics: | "here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> run-d.m.c.
[guru]
I hit the
chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied
Try me,
and you'll descend into your end
Never thought it could be you well think again my friend
My
pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
You're soon to break, you're strawberry like
shortcake
I'm in that ass with my timbs all day
You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept
away
Just behave and be a good son -- or else
I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are
puns
I used to chill in roxbury now i'm comin outta brooklyn
Herb niggaz are assed out,
y'all get tooken
Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy jamaican
I swing bitch, yes i'm
crankin
Just like an alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new
Pumped to put some lead in
your crew
A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's
Not hittin -- should've gave
up from the beginning
But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash
Tell your peeps
that we comin for datazz
"here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" -->
run-d.m.c.
Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;
Puffin on a blizz,
mellow meditatin black?
I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess
Sometimes i wanna flip,
clap a hole in they chest
But i lay back, as i prepare for the payback
And drop the master
rhymes with the mad crew from wayback
I stay back, i watch, the whole job, you
botched
Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped
But the gang is on the prowl
kid like lector
Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember
The chain and the star,
mysticle and never typical
The average ra |
