What's it gonna be Is it gonna be you and me? What's it gonna be Is it gonna be you and me What's it gonna be Is it gonna be you and me? What's it gonna
Jackson Finally Flipmode baby what? Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be? What it's gon' be?! What it's gon' be?! What's it gonna be?! What what what, wha-what WHAT
Finally Flipmode baby what? Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be? What it's gon' be?! What it's gon' be?! What's it gonna be?! What what what, wha-what WHAT
my black and red 11?s Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm reppin' It's S double-O, W Double-O Black number 4?s I aint get it from the store
do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through this traffic just to be at the top of the throne
wish someone would open the do' This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? Momma told me one day it was gonna
got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (
bitches is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked
don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool
' pigs canceled the concert They're just scared of some niggers that do work What they do? What did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what
don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their
, make that bitch my main ho' Let's go, let's go, let's go, show time Below the cynical side where my nigga kicked the dope rhyme That ass, yup, that's what
don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine Track the movement hide
, turn around and ask was that Ice ? Then they see me cold countin' my cashi Rhyme pays ----!! Verse 2: Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted
