ATL, come on, come on, come on Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me now Say what, say what, rock with me, come on baby baby just rock with me Cardan
who said it'd die Cause if it is me and my nine's The first to ride For my niggas Live by the fire die by the flame Happy im gone knowin my son's gonna
after picture My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks Still representin Jersey to the fullest -- Down at Fraggle Rock! So now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin Makin my
for the love, cause we love wrecking these beats We get our grind on, and get our shine on Like the block chop-chop, body rock it don't stop Make my
the trenches-which enables me to write such a powerful picture like Apocolypse Now I put my heart in my lyrics everytime I sit down to write my swords
contents down the hatchet Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions Relationship reduction to either rock
I'll turn'em into Pete Rock beat CD's. [Chorus] Everyday stuck 'tween a rock and a hardplace (It's that nasty filthy underground) So many obstacles making my heart
make the front page Center stage, you ?, and leave with Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
mind myself spendin them papes I pump it in the Volvo that I ride Most times with my girl to the left of my side In the city of New York with celebrities
left in the alley and let the cops went by And continue my day, feelin high as a rise Stop by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang (Boo-Yaa!!)
Chorus] Y'all know my name, y'all know my motherfuckin name I'm in the best shape of my life! Y'all know my name, y'all know my motherfuckin name YEAH
New York City The Kings have Arrived Let's Rock Let's Rock uh huh Don't Stop Let's Rock Don't Stop Let's Rock Let's Rock Don't Stop [Scar] Hey Forever
m combining platinum with some diamonds Keep the room rotating like spinners to get you out your seat sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the fuckin beat
bout to take over If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here) Get my crown, dust of my chair And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there
Right about now it?s in my tracks and my rapping I never doubt it no I never stop 100% relevant hip hop No it?s not a plug it?s my number 1 motive Put
no, put your clothes back on, baby I'm into breakin hearts, promises and fingernails That was no lie and I put that on the Holy Ghost and four more gods You broke my heart
my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw up them hands and show some love And I Welcome u to the Detroit City I said welcome to Detroit City bithcy Every
... I got soul You got it [x4] I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat