you know me I don't want nothing back coz, what these people need is British rap so they can live their lives without fear of arch enemies super Flava's on the street bounce back
two mouths to feed [Le] You talkin about some love [LL] To the six indeed, so uhh Lay back and let'cha Daddy do it [Le] A real mack stay on track, he
here to party Get ya back up off the wall All my people let's party all night long Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
Smellz Like A Party - O'RYAN (f/ Rufus Blaq) [O'RYAN] Oh, oh, TU- O G You know how we get down T Scott on the track Where you at Marques O tell em
me nauseous I feel that it's important So Let's write and go record this No need for applause If you're kickin' the raw shit We rotate tracks double back
got knuckles in his Air Force Ones, come on Niggaz never seen it this raw (But nothing's gonna hold me back) Keep the heat up by the big dog (But I don't wanna hold you back
out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up
you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will F'real, nah, f'real I eat a track, homey Dre, we too close, ain't no turnin' back, homey Deal with
I'm the only cat out here, that's right to be Laid out on beaches with sand on the back But my man soon did hand to hand, handlin' tracks And all of
Roots crew man dem mash up the scene Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang The Roots crew man them come back
F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it up F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it, ohh Let's funk it up Relate, vacate, what's today's rate? In this day '
in the air Ah sh**, so I'm outta here But the blue in the front called the blue in the back They cut me off and stopped me dead in my tracks But this
You think it's all about you? Well, boo, I gets down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too You couldn't hold me back It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical
ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
slap it back out, before I step back out of this crap thanks Slap me now I'm slapping 'em back hey! f-ck it we'll slap back But yeh okay now we'll talk
Puff Daddy f/ Busta Rhymes, Notorious B.I.G. No Way out Intro: Notorious B.I.G. One, one two Check me out right here yo Verse One: Puff Daddy Yo
One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs And it's a shame, cause before I hit the f
to rob me If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me