the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when there
the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when
second look at me i guess he wanted just a little more and even if a boy likes me it's not the end of the world he may be a really nice guy but i only
I don't wanna be, show you the way like a fly! I don't wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice
We know you've heard this beat many, many times But we bet you've never heard it with such a vicious rhyme A rhyme with class and plenty of clout
and they steal the show [ba BUM BUM] With DJ Scott LaRock and KRS-One [ba-bum, ba-ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-bababababababababa] With D-Nice you know the
get this right You broke, but you grinding all day and night You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan's and a chain I know, everybody wanna have nice
to touch the microphone is mic bait Hungry niggaz start to get type faced, that's when the fight breaks A sixty second rhyme is a nice pace Work a nigga
is the man, so Magic form the plan Yo Strickland run the point, Jordan is the guard and organize! [Malcolm X] So we are all black people, so-called negroes Second-class
get a piece of this pie we don't share" "And I'm a make a million dollars kid before I'm out" [Esoteric] Esoteric's world-class like Kerry Von Eric
just look at me, and get herself pregnant I make bustin a gat look good cuz I hold it well In second grade I brought a live grenade to class for show-
the krazy kings and inhaled second hand spray And I'm crying Where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made With a fugitive dash after class
[INTRO: Clip from a movie] "Look around you, you see two cops, uhhhh" "Couple of off-duty cops and a judge," "Now I wouldn't have a second's hesitation
smooth, remember the name I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated Play second
could tell the day she asked me To stay after class that it was all bad But I just bit my lip and acted all mad The bell rang, class dismissed She door
had the colliseum fronts with the fangs on 'em (WHAT!) OOOOH! Thinnest waist with the fat ass (DAMN) Had me all happy to go to math class Yeah! I had
swingin on) (Check it) [VERSE 1] Okay, time period 5 B.C. 5 years before money and crack was a priority (Authority) figures loomin like dark skies (Sittin in class, second
We know you've heard this beat many, many times But we bet you've never heard it with such a vicious rhyme A rhyme with class and plenty of clout To