| Lyrics: | It's not about the salary
I do this so Mc's they twice before they battle me
Cause
Liney B can really flow shit (say what!)
This ain't no wo thuggish ruggish bow wow yippie
yo shit
I through yo rappers like a bad poker hand
(Now tell me Bikedi B the man
yeah!)
Liney B:
Yeah my rhymes styles skandelous deep n' Mc's n' banders
So many niggaz on my dick
Now I see them seam in fucking sandwiches
Hardcore
when I throw rappers to the flow
Battleing me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure
Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn
So how you gon' rap the microphone
and come
weak in a motherfucking rock spearm
Mad Skillz got this fucking mig on
I suck ya
blood out motherfuckers
like Tom Cruise with the wig on
Yeah about to make the loop
Cause I can keep motherfucking rap until Biz Markie gets cute
AAAAAiiihhttt!
Where you from, you gotta be from Brooklyn man, you gotta be!
Na,na kid!
Yeah, na, ya that nigga from Queens?
Na Bee,na, I ain't from Queens
Oh!, I've got
it, that nigga from Uptown, he gotta be!
Na, na, na kid!
No I ain't from Uptown kid
Where ya from God?
Virginia
FROM WHERE |
