til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
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my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
ten years from now we'll still be on top We've just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.G. forever Bad Boy baby You know the rest [Busta Rhymes] Fuck y
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] You know the team, we bust them thangs And when we come through with them tanks, we blow off steam The team supreme, we shine and
run up on him, see what he got a nice box of microphones, microphones these are the same ones being slung to the clones oooh, another busted busta getting
Jamaicans ? wit confrontations and school my mind's racin I pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this We shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme
bail? We brolic like Brutis Come for them, everyday and my clique's all exclusive What you know bout Spanish Town? Amongst the gun clappers Buff they penis soup head still
a-versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel You're just rhyme to survive streets True beaters, minerals and rhymes
play So I just gotta be strong and keep moving on with it I?m not just a dreamer, I?m an intellectual coal mine With refined rhymes like diamonds that shine
make it to trial It ain't a game kid. [Verse 4: Rhyme Recca] World premier, metal gear fanfare, stand clear all jokes aside, this is our year still
no pre-nups Still ended up wit the SE what Windows down, seats back Can't catch me wit a sweet track Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't
just mad I'm just glad, got my time to shine Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes [Angie Martinez] Brett, from my ByStorm
if I don't know?) Cus, if I don't know, then why am I still just spittin' flows? (Still just spittin' flows) And, now I see myself, and I'm still going
where the fuck you at You done pulled ya pistol, seen mine, then ya snuck it back Now it's time fo us ta shine, gettin pais ta bust a rhyme You don't
