question wouldn't be If I sold my soul My soul's been sold The question is: Was it worth your dime Listenin' Listenin' to this Listenin' Listenin' to
good grade, live to a very old age Checking out jet, no disrespect To each and every member of the opposite sexes Is yes, listen to the messages and I
't nothin' but lust, they let us beat the guts You don't know me like that, that's why in God we trust Your fairy tale dreams watchin' "Days of Our Lives
eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song that I'm singing dinga linging funky beats ringing everybody's swinging in the place as I kick the J
? On me, the Queen of the Flavor Unit posse You wanna step? Then step hard This is the Flavor Unit Assassination Squad [VERSE 4: Double J] I listen to
hit em with that heat Burnin up the block AJA FATALE VERSE I'm as H-O-T as the S-U-N the name is A-J-A stay blowin' in the wind Live wire sparks flame
[J-Ro] Yeah.. yo, yeah It's time to put you kids on restriction So just sit down, shut your trap up and listen Major labels are greasy like Kentucky
it (killin it) Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin it Killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it) J-Ro is up next to flow [J-Ro] Dat
off that trainin' bra [Chorus: J-Zone & Celph Titled] [J-Zone:] Yo, what you want from us? [Celph Titled:] We ain't got nothin' for you [J-Zone:] The
[Jeff Jockwell] Jeff Jockwell and you're tuning into WBRK Brick 169 We're about to get into the newest release from The Arsonists For your listening
] [Red] Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all New York's live in the house y'all Newark is live in the house y'all E-O's live in the house y'all Word is
all (AZ) Life (JOE) Your dealin' with veterans now (Nas) AZ y'all, c'mon c'mon c'mon (AZ) We tryin' to win y'all (JOE) Now Nas, AZ and J-O-E [AZ] I'm
them feed folks comin Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin' The streets'll give your head up youngin' Listen, flip your con 'tacs
when them feed folks comin Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin' The streets'll give your head up youngin' Listen, flip your con
England See me in the club with but kid is minglin How you mad at me when your whiz is minglin Two shots in your stomach now your ribs is tinglin J got
(feat. The Baby Bubbas) The Baby Bubbas in the house We came here to party, so get up everybody [x4] Well my name is J-Ro I came to rock the world
run your backside" Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam [Verse Two: Mad Lib, J-RO] I bust the animated suspension
