Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this
in her throat My big brother sniffin' dope Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey This
nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is
[Kool Keith] This is a message - yeah To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin? You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz Fuck
this is the lid Cause a god, bet'cha ya know Why don't you slow down Nigga wanna throw down Slippin' in the clip And you know with the four pound Nigga
you M.V.P (You a nigga) Four degrees and a Ph.D (Still a nigga) You use your platinum [Incomprehensible] for ID's (Then you's a nigga) If your skin is
could die for - but I don't know which is right In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight Why must brother kill his brother - when united they
in your hand (a hand holding a caterpiller) It's the Sesame Street Creature Feature (an owl blinks) (This part changes for each animal) Male Voiceover: Today's creature is
nobody The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy His name is
Oh daddy Ooh, sock it to me See my brother talking plenty head Steady wishin' he could sleep in your bed Steady wishin' he was in your car Just a steady
you brother And this one right here is fot that ghetto girl with the bad perm That just burn baby, burn baby, burn Pop open a malt liquor Smoke something until your
thank you very much for the weed and the head They were three moon girls, I fucked every one That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done This is how
Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man? Get the fuck up outta here man [Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back [
the seasons turn for babaloyn burn this is my own concern to carry on traditional listen yo how many brothers tears have shed by my people for over four
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put yo TITTIES on the glass' This is like a pick
veto once again because I had to And just like Jody Watley, baby girl, I can have you Just let me work this track, and yo, any way is OK Your place or
unveiled revealed The treasure talented hip hop from this side of this world The taste for the thirst of lust is the curse for that Stuff is the first