them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or weed it how yall bum bitches conceited? please! washed up careers they pleaded face it bitch ya done there (echo
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the
A.k.a. "I Will Kill You Niggaz Music" - haha! Seen that nigga Puff surfin on the hood nigga You killed that Harlem shit bruh - HA! Yeah, Darkside nigga [echoes
Frame Spews volcanic lava Silent heart of the sun Not just the world of interest Sun retires calls it a day And sleeps a hundred winters Darkness echoes
I ain't used to havin' shit, my youth as bad as it get Ghetto bound, first lesson was to let off rounds Shots echo the town, New York Home of the Harlem
exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with
'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble
body Dip ya body body, work ya body body Any body body, everybody body Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's
as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three feet High and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style from Uptown harlem
Somewhere old memories Echoed from the street in a crying hole Just a song from long ago When I lost my easy gods to the Harlem insect laws I heard your
body) Uh-huh (Dip ya body body, work ya body body) Uh-huh (Anybody body, everybody body) Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
singers hymn And it seems to me American music is all there's ever been C'mon baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh ooh I love the names of the cities I hear the echo echoing
Came the man from immigration Said, I've got a job to do Easy questions easy answers Just point me to the kitchen crew He asked Leroy from Harlem He
with no undercovers Those motherfuckers can't flop dogs In any form, this rough coughs quick I'm sick going where the Jungle is clicking In England the trans-Atlantic In Harlem
10,000 midnights ago Uptown at the Harlem Apollo You sang a long, long blues I loved the way you worked your voodoo 10,000 midnights ago I wound up my
ist mir Kader Loth entkommen, doch sie muss heute blasen wir bei Alkoholkontrollen. Ich bin Al Capone und werd der erste Rauber mit Echo ich mach Euros
[Ron G - echoing at each break] Yes indeed - it's the mix king - Ron G I got somethin - the world - ain't ready for New York City - L.A. - Chicago - Atlanta
