And we're back, we're back Oh, we're back We're back, so start cuttin' up 'Cause ain't nothin' up Pardon my expression But huh, you ain't tough enough We're back
they're coming for you When the opposing player walks into that arena They're thinkin of upstaging you You're, you're like a trophy to them They're
ball Remember, the snake and how the floor used to clear And everybody would break What's crunk now, used to be called getting to it We're bringing it all back, this is how we
mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my cap back,
the most About hip-hop is we so close To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac We just lost Jam Master J Big L got blasted away Plus we lost Bugs
hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah Just like that sister ? you know you're out deah
'm the sickest nigga doin it, Bet that baby. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz
dance While you sit on your hands, we spit out the jams for the fans And I'm so far advanced, I had to bring it back some And I said fuck it, let's
freak quick Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious Diss who? We're
Yeah, Valentin (Chrous) Baby when we make love and when we're done you leave scratches over my body ??? You leave scratches (on my back) Scratches (
Back up on dat ass, back to put rappers on one knee Like they 'bout to run a 100 meter dash Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and Run up in the
and I sure would Hate to leave the job half-done 'Cause at a time like this you're the one That I'm lookin' for, callin' on the floor, woof I'm comin' back
's in rehab since Bobby od'd There's no one in the band now but Johnny and me We're playing at the Good Time Lounge, near the end of the road Bobby used
! Come in the bus, huh?... Tomorrow we're in ah, let's see... Tierra del Fuego... Ook! You're so professional, Howie! Oh, it's not... it's nothing
we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real, with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin' down
rack in your record store (Store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored And appreciated, 'cuz we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we
