People say "oh wow" Cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown All the way to your town You can't slow down my hits Can't slow it down
know how I get It don't matter if it's motown all the way to your town you can't slow down my game [Jermaine Dupri] can't slow it down man think
got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not
the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word
And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time
What, uh, c'mon, uh Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change my nigga, it's too
it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it
you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we
pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my Adidas So run like D M C like you don't know you got no heater Well
up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt They thought I'd make another illmatic But it's always forward, I'm movin' Never backwards stupid here's another classic C
Tiger Woods but I over stand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs Yo it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where
s son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin' It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's
bring it, sing it loud I'm from the Lou and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like
) They did a job Took all my goodies out from under the tree Except the CD's Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's Who fail at takin' it to rhyme
my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime,
, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang It's hard to come
s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition No missing listen destruction, I'm bustin' 'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway Niggas got to escape and it's
