It's that little Chico Pitbull. This my way of letting my city know. That I'd ride for 'em, I'd cry for 'em. Bust 5 for 'em and most of all fucking die for 'em.
Tu sigues, descontrolándome.... Te diré, estamos amándonos.... (¿Que, que, que, que?). . Tu sigues, descontrolándome. Te diré, estamos amándonos.... (¿Que, que, que, que?).
You really don't have to do this. Why do people jus ask for things. When they don't really want it. They should just shut up. . Uh uh uh uh. (What?). Uh uh.
Yeah, yeah (5-9) yeah. This is Hip-Hop 101 niggaz (yeah, the M.I.C. nigga). I'm bout to teach y'all MC's how to count bars. Check it out (real MC's). Let's get to it niggaz.
[Intro]. On them streets. You better keep your hand on them heats. And live what you sayin' on them beats. Real talk.. . [Verse 1]. They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk.
[40 Caliber]. Aiyo, the heat do spray. Oh dough, too cheap, toupee. I just blow his wig off like a C2K. I don't care what ya people say. When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay.
They say that everything you go through in life. It's what you become. If thats the case yeah. I'm becoming number 1. Listen. It's Estelle. Yo yo. . I grew up in tha 1980s.
New York City!. You are now riding, with 50 Cent. You gotta love it. . I just wanna chill and twist a lot. Catch suns in my 7-45. You drive me crazy shorty I.
Chill. (Chorus 2x). We ridin 20s on the cars and 26s on the trucks. And everybody diggin us it aint no limit to the bucks. We makin noise in the game to let em know we comin up.
I was looking for God at my grandmother's house. Underneath the cushions on the couch. I looked all around side to side up and down. That man was no where to be found.
Good morning. Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up. Yo what is the what?. Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleeping on my roof bitch!.
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!. You know how we get nigga we wild in the club. Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!.
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models. Deep in Brooklyn I rode the Ls. Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell. At Edward R. Morrow out on Avenue L.
[Chorus]. Four. Three. Two. Two. A two step. A two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step.
[Chorus]. Four. Three. Two. Two. A two step. A two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step.
[Repeat x2]. Do I really wanna see so clearly. even though I know bad things might appear. Tell me that it's not a waste of time. To write a rhyme as therapy to try to clear my mind.
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there. Is this that shit that make a nigga just. It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all. I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all.
Time is taken a toll on my life. These days keep on passing me by. I want to see you, but there's no time. So I sit here and stare at the sky. And I'm hopin' that you realize.
It's one in the mornin'. You know what time it is. It's one in the mornin'. It's one in the mornin'. You gonna have come out your clothes on this one.
I need to shift this draw quick as fuck. Flip the cash and take my cut. It's really powerful, it's so strong. But I'm sellin' it fast and it's nearly all gone.