the ring, she's giving low blows Schematic peeped, she came by to let me hammer her She's looking right, damn, I should've hid the camera She hit me off but, yo, it's
next day and I'm like, "What's your occupation?" The method in my madness was the same of operation She was a po' ho, a hobo, a part-time boho so Yo, for the ring, she's
-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's
wanna be, but you can't see me Cause I'm in e.f.f.e.c.t. [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Dres] "Black Sheep, Black Sheep, where have you been, where? Black Sheep
So, I persevered from the beginning Now that I'm in Black Sheep out to win So when you see me, stick it up G No it's not a diss, it's makin me happy Lettin
A.S.M. association, Ladies Against Sexist Motherfuckers. And today our guests are Black Sheep. You both are from New York right? [B.S.:] Ah. That's true. New York. That's
different grooves, black Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this [Chorus: Black Sheep] Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta get mine, yo, it's
t miss Sucks get dissed and scratched from my list I break mic stands, raise hands for the next up I pump ki's, glock g's, so don't flex up Just lend
's for the niggas that's trying to kill the cops So whether the Black Sheep are here, with the corner for the car D-R-E-S so yes I guess it back and watch
t do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protectin you?
to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep In the mist of
the Marilyn Monroe?s who?s there before it all I guess thats how it goes they hear about your cons or focus on your pro?s and love you for who you are
was, see what it was was I had developed the complex from being judged Proof spit his verse, now I'm next, let's see who I'm in the booth staring back to see who's
baby [Chorus: Hell Razah] It's Rebel Music, put your mind into it Right hand in the air, before you solemly sware it's (rebel music) The next rap level
tellin' who gon' die next) Livin' in the hood (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) Buildin' with my brother (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next) Live
smell would offend A dyke's girlfriend dog, now lets get straight to the point shall we This rowdy crowd of MC's and DJ's know how to pound beats Like
em when you's coming through cause she be shacked up with little boy blue but half them kid's ain't seen their pops since like 1982 but down the street next
Who's next? I'm bein passed to Das EFX As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps It's really smoky but I can still see Black Sheep Whoa! Black
