you the dopest that ever did it man The worlds supreme dj dj jazzy jeff That's how I like it That's how I like it See a lot of djs came out trying to
? I make it speak (What?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin' (Uh-huh) What the science behind that son? (I don't know) A lot
weed up, LONG KISS Chorus: Joe Hooker Y'all can't see this.. That this might be the night.. This might be the night that's right, that's right This
, give it to me If I only could, I'd set the world on fire If I only could, I'd set the world on fire If I only could, I'd set the world on fire Say
And like fresh oxygen to an asthmatic I get a thrill [Chorus:] Every time that a door gets closed. The thrill Every time that the reaper shows. The thrill Every time that
never thirst again? Have a drink of water, everlastin' livin' water Have a drink of water, everlastin' livin' water Dip in' to the endless well, pour it on the fires
Pick a lot o'cotton, drag a long sack Comin' across the field, well, I see Boss Jack He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan When you know that horse
and set the muthafucka on fire Aiyo let's turn the heat up (And set it on fire) Let's bring the noise my nigga (And set it on fire) And what the fuck
might not stand so till that day I'm just gon protect my fam with ammo [Chorus] [Verse 2] Ive been looking for something supernatural for a long time now but I never got proof that
On the set, no shet Saw my Bianc with bagets Midwest flex flows, likes to sex those Little wet flesh holes, insane brain frames Never that plane Jane
scar, so baby don't cry 'Cause mob niggaz don't die Mob niggaz ain't go' never die We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends forever high Forever fire
it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across that
do what you do where you live I do what I do where I live that's what makes me nigga And that's just the way it is nigga Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot,
's the writer of writers Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler Trifle got a knife for that apple
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole
Yeah, that's not cool baby, so that's not happenin' Y'all keep on stealin' from me, let me try this rappin' thing I know you know I hear ya, isn't that embarrassin'? Set
how to do that man don't even play wid me like that yo We spit rap and fire brown paper bag Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map Floss that anything
that war shit, But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit, Brace yourself, protect y'allself, 'cause i'ma take a journey to that three