and the music is all that I got, Oh Oh OH, Turn it on, turn it on, I wrote it for you, You're the title of my song, Me and my, Me and my (microphone
club, "Hm-m, can I gets the microphone?" He looked up at me all surprised, said, "You ain't even black" So I palmed his face like a basketball and I threw
and that's me [Chorus:] "Evidence is everywhere!" And I'm here, and I'm here, and I'm here "Evidence is everywhere!" And I'm there, and I'm there, and
I'm on the loose I'm in the Flatbush town It's goin down I still got my tre and my 4 pound Warriors come out and play I'm in the Bronco with O.J. I'm
my life (Here's my story) The story of my life (As I hang with my people) And that's the story of my life (Use my skill as an equal) The story of my
check and a lil light dim and a fresh bottle of Vas maybe wit some light lemon and ya gotta blame my momma for the lil light skinnin. And this aint
a war to party like the General X The one who protects, respects, and signin' checks And we leavin' and everybody's tore up And nobody tells you, my style
just to let you know My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me And when they're in my arms, the ladies never ever front on me Thinkin that you
February 14th Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th With two black gloves and balaclava C S gas and a meat cleaver Pay me for my
, just to let you know My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me And when they're in my arms, the ladies never ever front on me Thinkin' that
and a lil light dim and a fresh bottle of Vas maybe wit some light lemon and ya gotta blame my momma for the lil light skinnin. And this aint writtin
