down to grip this microphone I rip this I'm glad not sad I flipped this, now can I get a witness [Chorus] [Run] Can I get a witness, can I hit a, never
Can I get a witness? Yes you can Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this Can I get a witness? Yes you can Can I get a witness? Can I hit a?
I can see my soul jerkin off in the swap meet To a soon album and comin 3-D say I'm cooked out With a buncha reals, ampex and the graveyard My dick stay
get some, I'm a do my job on this m.I.c. and feed you a... ? You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya, I'm getting
I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC You wanted a
shape suckas need exercise! So I'm a get up in their mental. I'm a work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho!
Or can he be Locked up in the county cause the bounty finally found a nigga like me? X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C What's up, my nigga? Pull this
the commands of the breaks" (breaks, breaks) [Outro: Scratched Run-D.M.C. Sample] "A stage, a crowd and two Rhymesayers" [x4] "Two Rhymesayers" "A stage, a crowd, a-a
top 10 models I'm back for revenge, and I'm back with no ends Big ruck when I rock, stop askin' a friend Yo, I'm 32 but the gauge is .12 And the fifth
I can kill you by drownin' the globe Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat In battles I'm a thousand to no, I silenced
battles I'm a thousand and oh, I silenced the Pope Do you know how many rhymes I've economically grossed? No? I thought so... Neither do I It's a dick
he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong? Hell yeah, I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich And I'ma ball like James
down It's whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong So tell Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm
ain't juicy, I am not cold chillin.' I'm a super villain. I'd even room with Dr. Doom And we'd be killin! I'd rip a bitch in London just for one shilling
me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play em' My life is like a game, I'm up from a.m. to a.m. Why don't I AK him if he don't have none of my paper
And when I'm done, they be passin E the beer, and I might be buzzed, but I'm ready to stick Tryin to say the E's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked So
runnin to get us, but ya can't get wit us, cuz we the Sickess. [Verse 3: C-Loc] Nigga I can say, fuck 'em, cuz they bustaz, causin ruckus, cuz they know they can