nothin' to talk about See you just a walk about I light a long L and just blowin' the smoke about See, we serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about
my enhancing song Hurry up 5 Ayyo you know it's about to get thick I see this cat a way behind my back about to do a stick Tell me where you at I
trip yeah, I'm trafficin' in the white Please Lord don't Let me go to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The
ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just
', I tried to run She said, "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come" This girl meant business I had no doubt This is just about the time that the
up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about
Cube in the motherfuckin' house Yeah, up here in the ammo dump studios I got my Nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin' place Behind the mixin' boards, we about
set up our own distribution, manufacturing Run a totally independent organization and operation We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago Detroit, and soldiers on the street
Lies, misquotes, changin' all my words around But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat down They get money for hype-type publicity They don't think twice, about
Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off There wasn't many rappers out there rockin' the streets When hip-hop was just
come on, come on, one (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run
no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be, came back to the hood My homies had done good, had elevated their game About
? I guess I had to be 'Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe Your whole life is over (Through) Forget about your girl your (Crew) Nowhere to run
one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about
58; It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets
little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib Best on 45 Still crack ya rib Sacrilege Talk trash about the Nasty Kid
niggas still talk about me (talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me I made them read about me (read about me) Don't give a fuck about it I'm livin'
your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run