Word up! Y'know whut I'm sayin' I gotta globe in the world in the mail today Nah I'm sayin' "Heh, word up!" Kid told me yo, the world is yours kid, put
to the world reknownst individuals Play the used parts' life's narrators Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as Food for thought's took'n off your
I might take your life Fear that I might fuck your wife When you hear a gun, you hear my voice When you hear a crash, you hear my voice That tingle at
up now another request This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues In the heart of the
the rhythm All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival If flexin' is your motive, then you don't like survival
it will survive yes it will I took a look inside your bedroom door you looked so good lyin' on your bed well I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and
be (City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo) When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo) By the love I wish I had Well, I spend my (city rhythm
, let it eat your heart out every night But you're not alone This is your world, this is your world Lovers in ancient time, caught in the fire Only the strong survive
your mind Is every moment of the past I'm still trying to believe that beatings of my heart Are the signs to call the love Not just the rhythm to survive
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist And then watch me forget -- the way Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Take me back into your circle of trust Take me back into your garden Girl, you know I can't live without your touch Girl, I can't live without your pardon
shop Shut up, I'm shinnin' on you bustas What? Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up Your mind's gone
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
the rhythm, bounce to the rhythm Shake to the rhythm and you roll the rhythm Sweat to the rhythm, get wet to the rhythm Make love to the rhythm, clean up to the rhythm
the gin went? J-Ro, yo, I believe that's me Say what? You up next on the Hennessey And once you hear the Capital J, rap, it'll stay In your brain all
This is metal rhythm A new song on the Radio Some new face A picture on your wall Talk to me You say it's nothing personal But somethings wrong It's eating
ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat [2Pac] All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real G You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me Throw up your
yourself in Just usin' your name I took those L's Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw Rhyme for rhyme, yours