guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late I already outgunned you You was around, you know the outcome too Let's play, lemme
'm on my man, one-on-one. Buddy's guys cover it down to the bone, That's why they call us the 46 zone. Come on everybody let's scream and yell, We
a prodigy, leery in sociology Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's
just box No dance school to teach you to wop and bus stop Better get up in the booth, hop up and just rock If you think it's like that, it's not so just
it's never whack Sagitarius definitley You see it's me and lyricist and we're getting serious About to make another hit I tell your homeboy chill 'cuz his style Ain't ill but it's
That it's too soon to forget She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like, "What?" I played it low though, I was like "Yeah, aight, c'mon then, let's go" It's
know it?s Black Thought and your boy the broquest but Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's wrong She told me that the radio's
and do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I does Concentrate, it's not be natural as the grass Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip
the m-the-ill-itant That's the sound of the dynasty chant We surround your camp, assumin' the war stance And bring it from the chest, now let's dance
and I'm gone You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin' Tyson Same night, same fight But one of us cats ain
the white man property It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spitting Double R, that's street shit and that's
for me to be bourgeois It's a bentley to you but to me it's a blue car (that's right) So branson pass me a jar 'cause these cats don went too far (whoo
Now get your back up off the wall Dance, come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance, come on Now do it Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby Let's go Ready or
in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Let's go Said, "My niggaz don't dance
profile Thug love, think I'm buggin' brother let me know now Yo, yeah, uhh, yo, yo What's his name, what's the color of his Range What's his game? Was
it's rockin' to your blues If you think you blow your top, well, put on your rockin' shoes 'Cause I can bop, honey bop, well bop, a honey bop Let's
dance last night(uh hum) Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) Comin in the dance
little on and scoot on to proper chick But really doe, once a man advance And bend blocks smoke the last of these Pimp cats done cc's Heavy g's ninety