He has done great things for me Great things, great things He has done great things for me He has made a way for me Made a way, made a way He has made
If anybody asks you.... where I am going... where I am going... soon... so if you wanna know... where i am going... where i am going... real..soon...
MC Hammer Started selling dope I'm too legit to quit When it's Hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Hammers movin' on my chest when I hammer dance
, whoo Crazy daddy A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear Fuck for the month, I want the verse of the year I straighten shit out, you
style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little
, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of
', this hit's for you But that's not all we got the prize A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she's dead inside Yeah, we took them suckers out They know what
'all Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all Trample niggas like y'all Make examples outta niggas like y'all Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside
out it, hear me out See the kids can't live without it And it ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it Learn how to bounce and get out it and now answer me this
take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out
beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out
it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap And listeners where we vote out ya CD
and tecs And got you feeling hesitant To step on stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence Creates paranoias inside
1] It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare The
aint the same no more, no more Chorus: What happened to our hood? It used to be all good. Now everything is out of control. It hurts me deep inside
MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Meth and it went this way Yo, we took a test to become an MC All the withers in the crowd
Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide Worldwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there Let me spark y'all like this one time Yo, I make
up sheisters (?) with my cyanide Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA! Those who commit the ultimate crimes Bitches run around like snitches out
