[Kyleon:] Somebody call the coppers, Killa bout to cock the chopper Pull the trigger, now you niggaz gotta get the doctor Blocka-blocka, singing like
your boots Before they start to shoot Let's do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Yeah, uh, so sick wit' the flow Yeah
gold, Money, knots and jewels with no records sold, (Yeah) I'm manhandling rappers with no effort, So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure, Guillotine flow
Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute [Verse 1 - Lil Twist] Yeah, uh So sick with the flow Yeah your cowboys know
and beyond Funkadelic drop the bomb I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers My flow freeze the Nile
Cindy 16 ***, Selena, Martina 16 ***, Rosa, Christina I take 7 dumb *** and I put 'em in line Add 7 more *** that jock *** that rhyme Give me 7 more
You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees 1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind My Momma
Spitta: lames cant feel us we catch flights jet life jet life Verse 1: uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich
the Sound of the Zeekers x2 Verse 3: Sha-Now neverlettheysaid I like a tracks leaders of the new school want the first path flow with this groovy track
KRS, Talib Kweli What ya doin'? Throw your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats
that paper with the dead presidents on 'em, Best flow nigga put yo neck and ya wrist on it, A soldier be rollin fo dough or for dollars, Yo flow to mines
black takes on C4 Then white could C4 I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power Like the ashy hand, he should wear only the rope flower
shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really
10, 9, 8, 7, 6 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Never scared to be different The impossible's put into existence For instance, this is me What did you expect from the 5
And plus I go too hard, I'm mackin' on two broads N-ggas aint hard, bunch of undercover RuPaul's B to the O, y'all muthaf-ckers already know my lyrics flow
me It's nothing you can tell me, it's like God built me [Chorus] [Freeway (LL Cool J)] (1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7) (Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the
Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top
minute but I won't slip son God had my back since ("day.. one") Back to the track in fact the track's fat Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
