show how em how we do on the floor. So while the DJ play my track I want my girls on the floor. Now you know I made an anthem for all my hot chicks
blap blap! Guess who? Yeah [Fat Joe] Imagine some old foe with no fire The God done ran off and retired No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems No
' you in the head like strays (Buu-yu-kow) Nationowl's defense covers my ass and team o' outcast niggas Who're quick to blast our beats on hit, keep the
up bitch flippin his tongue hit em up now he??? so deadly then if he want some come get hung I??¦ gonna get wicked kickin?it, scriptures of my anthem
up bitch flippin his tongue hit em up now he's so deadly then if he want some come get hung I'm gonna get wicked kickin?it, scriptures of my anthem.
done up with her fingernails matchin' Toes, toes done up with her fingernails matchin' Aye yo this mothafucka jammin', I'm on it, it's a anthem Who
See you got the game twisted, I could care less My house is bought and paid for Your rent's due, you're stressed Nevertheless, you wanna keep some drama on blast
to the back of my hand Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems
head nod and your head's bust open This whole cool team we only got one question in about three seconds, which side are you reppin We used to throw hands, now it's blast on blast
[I-20 - Talking] Eastside .. Eastside hoe this our anthem Yo killa's here, I-20 let's run niggaz [Chorus] I'm so Decatur I'm so Decatur I'm so Decatur
a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit
support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform If I'm not lampable Askin' my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
coach bag Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast All we make is cash, straight drop glass Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass Trunk on blast
the earth like a meteorite magnetic The P.R., O.C. experiment Serving justice when we bust this Ya now instructed to thrust one fist in the air Regulate the anthem
to Kill money Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw All day, cops h****** but we laugh at the law And a fiend got my stash, I blast through
this, astrologist Words flex like a nidlest Paragraph's gonna bury ya Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai Take another blast of this
Marine Corp C4 Even blow the spot with the beat rocking at 3/4 Canvas the flow like the ghost of Michaelangelo This is the anthem, Immortal Technique