open up the damn cash drawer Throw the keys on the dashboard Let the real players play this shit Yah can fucking wretch up? [Chorus] Pack up get started
taking place over scratching on the beat] Throw your hands up This is it right here. KRS-One. Dialated My name is Lyrics Born Lyrics Born, you gotta
Traduzione: Lyrics Born. Pack Up (Remix).
Traduzione: Lyrics Born. Pack Up.
Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up
m coming with my buddies (what up) we don't mean to butt in but theres nothing better coming up pack it in forget it ya strap on in buckle up nothing
But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new Catch five rings, then an answering machine Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling Stood up
on your mind let it out Cuz this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like
' on your mind, let it out 'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin round
somethin' on your mind, let it out 'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics
Dem nest Outlaw Josey Wale Get vexed (get vexed) All bounty hunter Dem draw fi Dem vest (dem vest) Gold an diamond Wicked man intercept (intercept) Pack up
nest Outlaw Josey Wale Get vexed (get vexed) All bounty hunter Dem draw fi Dem vest (dem vest) Gold an diamond Wicked man intercept (intercept) Pack up
(Verse 1) Man I?ve been around the block and I?ve seen a lot of faces made a lot of friends and drunk a lot of cases oh my, we just take people up, so
m headed for the top Lyrics don't never stop So fuck whateva you talkin bout I'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shop Raisin niggas up out they spot
up and don't stop Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop Blow! Blada
old school [Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now [Canibus] Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you
Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change pump up your fist [x3]
up, my guns cocked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin' Who got the weed? Fire it up Check and see if them people got
