back in me My gun clap ?? start spinnin' and take many Plenty of slugs hit you Can you picture a young rapper Fourteen ?? black master million dollar flapper Watch me set
with fifty shots Ready for combat Fifty shots in my gak leave a bitch nigga wet Flat wit a bars head what you know about that A hot boy hittin' yo' set
, bring KRS in De de de de de de da di day, KRS-One comin' wit the Tech & Sway Yo, I rock up the littlest set and on the biggest set As ill as it gets
I just finished doing vocals time to lay some adlibs You could feel it cause it was the month of June No Question But still I'm ready for the session
have to spend, no ID when I get in Drinks on hand, drinks on hand Because Why you think the club hot? Cuz I set it on fire Why you think the carpet red? Cuz I set
man game 'Cause I stay, tryna find me a pretty young thang That I call anytime if she ready to hang And if sun, it jump off, she be ready to bang I
old man game 'Cause I stay tryna find me a pretty young thang That I call anytime if she ready to hang And a slight jump off she be ready to bang I
, raise 'em high Yeah, every time I flip the script Niggas always talkin' shit Mad because the cards I flip Maybe he be struckin' wit I think he used to slang them rocks Set
a nigga believin' what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play, spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight disaster,
I'm ready,I'm I'm ready ready, yeah I'm ready, I'm I'm ready ready, yeah I'm ready, I'm I'm ready ready, baby Baby come and get me if your ready to
so it slips Now who's equip to come up on a grip Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response And I'm locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch
sayin'z for greed The 9 even when they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction " .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. " The Appetite is tremendous So I'm gonna spin
greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys Y'all ain't ready for this shit Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Okay we back and bumpin', youngbloodz thats
got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers freddy, diamond jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And
there's rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready
's set I'm all siked up I nod my head to turn him loose and limb He blowed out the chute and come down on all fours and started in a spin Then he came
classroom 30 MC's And set'em free from thier doom Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind When we begin The wheel of furtune it spins Holdin' The