[Rakim] One two.. Yeah.. uhh.. yeah.. [My Melody] "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island" Yeah it's the God baby.. Long Island's own.. barbarian
When I come home from work, I'm fiendin for an eight-ball I got crack on my mind, I'm hearin cocaine call Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me
the ABC of growing up Hey there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [Verse 1: XV] Yeah, three women raised me Famous footwear paid me
you to stroll back to me, baby Walk back, baby, don'tcha understand me, baby? I want you to walk back I'm down on bended knees, baby I'm gonna, I'm gonna
on me Not just physically but mentally, andale, on me Gotta call a cab If I don't need gonna have me With every young stunna in the hood wanna have me
run? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically,
me, what's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
the afternoon You're gonna put me in an early grave I know I'm your slave whenever you call I can't stop myself from callin' Callin' out your name
talk your shit,grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your
me Not just physically but mentally, andale, on me Gotta call a cab If I don't need gonna have me With every young stunna in the hood wanna have me
ABC of growing up Hey there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [Verse 1: XV] Yeah, three women raised me Famous footwear paid me
to stroll back to me, baby Walk back, baby, don'tcha understand me, baby? I want you to walk back I'm down on bended knees, baby I'm gonna, I'm gonna