gon' do it like that Come on, come on [Rakim] (This is how it should be done) [VERSE 1: The E] I'm not the sucker imitator with rhymes that sound conventional It's the E and it
How many niggas can say shit like this But there's truth in the tracks? What you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country whilin' How many you niggas done
in it, and it really ain't free to me You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord And it really don
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (clapping your hands) [4x] [chorus] As we ride by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas
be sitting, in money pits Steady be dropping, them platinum hits Bitch this is Screwed Up music Bitch niggas, don't confuse it We lay back, in made backs Bitch nigga, this is
girl and the dough It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos When I gon' slang them thangs They write the word the word is flict Tricks wid style it
M At the top with rhymes, when we droppin lines The line drop...spit it at the proper time Cause if it's wack, it's yours, but if it's hot...it's mine
this is all I see When you hate me, what I see, and it's all fucked up, up, up Said, it's all fucked up, this is all I see... [Chorus]
me One on one, I'll just love to squab you son Or should I say honey bun, you broads is done [Hook] [talking] That's how it go down, Freestyle Kingz
style and me wicked and wild With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb And capsize it in a noun Uno better give I and I respect When this Trinidadian
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe the
do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets
it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all
ya style is ill And to the brother (?), you know ya style is ill To my brother MTV, you know ya style is ill To the nigga A.G., you style is ill And to
up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that fucked
life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be done
every show and they think they large Y'all niggas y'all talk to every hoe and think that how it go Well this is how it is, I'mma teach y'all nigs the
