What up Mike?. Um, we almost ready now my nigger. It's El Presidente, young hov Jay-Z. You know how the fuck we do it. Fort Minor, we Major. Man, what else can I tell you people?.
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high. Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly. Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here. Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs.