jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh [chorus] Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded
did it Y'all gon' wonder how we get it Y'all gon' wonder how we did it Y'all gon' wonder how we get it Niggaz want it, now they get it Bitches on it, now they wit it
Traduzione: DJ Clue. Se lo vogliono.
Brat, Eve, Jay-Z) [DJ Clue (Jay-Z)] New Shit (Uh, huh, check it out now) Road Dawgs Amil, Eve, Da Brat (Amillion, E-V-E) Jay-Z (First Lady) (Check it
it, I like it Let's keep it on the cool If they all letting you The little thangs you do Cause baby I like it, I like it [Baby Beesh] It wasn't no love
it, I like it Let's keep it on tha cool If they only knew The little thangs you do Cause baby I like it, I like it [Baby Beesh] It wasn't no love at
You know it's true you really mad that I ain't you Ain't got the game or the dj you ain't got no clue Put it in screw so they can hear what they just
on the run" "Because, this is how it should be done" "Word up" [Dr. Dre:] "They-they want to know if he still got it" [Classified:] "Plug my mic back
(feat. Kanye West, Beanie Sigel, Ca'Ron, Young) [DJ Clue: echoes] Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc... This shit right here... The Roc Army
you keep your shit original Try and keep that copycat shit to a minimal People want something that they never heard before If it's been done, leave it, they
Deleted from the muthafuckin game Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass Beggin for ass If it ain't 1st class I let it pass Ya'll that dont got it talkin
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it Niggas frontin' like they hard But I'm a Street Fighter
rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore
pants sag just thug it on out New York City thug it on out It can get ugly it can get ugly it can get ugly it can get ugly [DJ Clue: to fade] Desert
kick a seashell If I got it, Imma flaunt it That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted [Hook: DJ Clue shout outs] [Busta
up, hold on Yo, let me clear my throat like DJ Clue Set it off for my niggas who be actin fool Blackattack 'em, have they techniques on hold Shut 'em
don't put no cut on it, keep it raw If you want 'em bangin, P clique swangin down the shore Tricks out here, tryin to make hits Instead of makin it hard hittin, and perpetratin frauds when they
niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's lookin
