I want some Brand Nubian
Pac and Rakim, Biggie, Nas
Really don't make emcees like they used to
Freestyle Fellowship, D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch
Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew
That's a hood, who's who, now what you dudes do
Make a wack album, pay Lil Jon do two
Dope beats for the streets to introduce you
But you weak , we know he got heat, what you do?
Sick of hype, homie is you tight or boo boo
I'm precise with mine dun diced a few fools
Got stripes for serving on mics you new to
From the life where if you ain't nice we boo you
Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna
What you got?s not hot they rock mine every corner
Homie can't see me if he try he a goner
Plus he must be smoking that Thai Marijuana
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It won't stop but it's over now
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We got money to fold up now
It don't stop but it's over now
Ahmad?s going through a carpenter phase
Carving up stages
And mic's with tight rhymes sharper than razors
Fools talk so often I'm made to
Defeat these MC?s in three's
Like Stojakovic, Peja
See whatever you got and I'll raise ya
Man who you kidding
Poppin? your lip then hit me back when I page ya
With it whenever whatever
I'm too clever you'll never
Do nothing to my crew ever
We heavyweights to you feathers
Paragraphs to letters
We the Jag?s you Jetta?s
You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira
Avenue band stands apart where fans set us
Y'all loose
We tighter than Bruce Bruce?s sweaters
Rocked with top sellers
So hot they got jealous
Haters pop a lot we not gon? stop fellas
Every rhyme?s divine we shine 'cause God lets us
Grindin? till we platinum lying in Barbados
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It won't stop but it's over now
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We got money to fold up now
It don't stop but it's over now
Pac and Rakim, Biggie, Nas
Really don't make emcees like they used to
Freestyle Fellowship, D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch
Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew
That's a hood, who's who, now what you dudes do
Make a wack album, pay Lil Jon do two
Dope beats for the streets to introduce you
But you weak , we know he got heat, what you do?
Sick of hype, homie is you tight or boo boo
I'm precise with mine dun diced a few fools
Got stripes for serving on mics you new to
From the life where if you ain't nice we boo you
Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna
What you got?s not hot they rock mine every corner
Homie can't see me if he try he a goner
Plus he must be smoking that Thai Marijuana
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It won't stop but it's over now
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We got money to fold up now
It don't stop but it's over now
Ahmad?s going through a carpenter phase
Carving up stages
And mic's with tight rhymes sharper than razors
Fools talk so often I'm made to
Defeat these MC?s in three's
Like Stojakovic, Peja
See whatever you got and I'll raise ya
Man who you kidding
Poppin? your lip then hit me back when I page ya
With it whenever whatever
I'm too clever you'll never
Do nothing to my crew ever
We heavyweights to you feathers
Paragraphs to letters
We the Jag?s you Jetta?s
You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira
Avenue band stands apart where fans set us
Y'all loose
We tighter than Bruce Bruce?s sweaters
Rocked with top sellers
So hot they got jealous
Haters pop a lot we not gon? stop fellas
Every rhyme?s divine we shine 'cause God lets us
Grindin? till we platinum lying in Barbados
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It won't stop but it's over now
It's over now I told y'all it's over now
We got money to fold up now
It don't stop but it's over now
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