killed so many that your conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if
dancers go and hide Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin' I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister
Verse One: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector] Let's get it on ock, and watch the spot get blown I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem From the mists of
[Intro] [1:] Yo O pick up the phone indeed! [2:] Yo yo whattup E whattup? [1:] Yo what's goin on kid? [2:] Chillin man, sort of [1:] Yo you heard the
keep a smile on the face of my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo [Chorus] [Jadakiss] yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when
(Prince Rakeem talking) Yo here we go yo The Prince Rakeem, this here is called my deadly venom You know what I'm sayin? Some old freestyle type of slick
One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland, thanks for not having my baby, peace. [DRES:] This is Dres. Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you. MISTA LAWNGE: Yo
so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!) Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin
cut blades of glass Attach to the end, to make a blade-of-glass scissor Yo, did you hear anything about a grade, mister? Did you want me to kick your
Jordan So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson So I could just knock people's heads off Naaw, more like Prince
friend of mine Asked me to partake of a full plate of swine And I was like, "Yo - no black, that got to go" Not fit for the belly of Mister Mondo Why
(uh huh) Come on It's that nine eleven music right here man We in the building man Welcome to ground zero everybody Juelz Santana Dipset Hell Rell [Juelz Santana] Yo, yo
dancers go and hide Like Charles ??? I'm prancin I keep the dance all night until The party's over the party's over Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister
(feat. Ampachino) [Verse 1: Ampachino] Yo the club packed what it do what it do You could go in the parking lot pimp do what ya do Sippin' on bottles