Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I’m a rapper turned rock star Word up, what i wanna know Yo, i’m a rapper turned rock star What, what, what, what I’m a rapper turned rock star Yo, yo, yo [fredro starr] I’m a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car What y’all? the black prop […]
[fredro starr] Yo! turn that shit up, word up! Afficial nasty niggas…fuck dat! Ya niggas is dead-ass! Know what i’m sayin’? We’re payin’ my niggaz ‘ all city ‘n shit! Word up! yo mega, fuck dat! Rip that brooklyn shit nigga! [j. mega, (fredro starr)] What? what? what? what? what? what? My fleet goals, by […]
[fredro starr (sticky fingaz) {sonsee}] (yo what’s up baby?) Ay yo stick man, shit is fucked up! (who the fuck this?) It’s fuckin fredro man! (yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.) It’s my fuckin word, sticky, man! (yo what’s up nigga?) Muthafuckas wetted everything out there. (what the fuck you talkin about?) […]
Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard official nastee airlines, flight 188 Intro/chorus: onyx Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2x) [bonifucco] […]
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Official……nas……niggas! Word up Somethin new for you [?] Hear to make moves, get mines automatically (?) rhyme master, rapidly tragedies Guns like butch cassidy, nasty like dick dastardly As i be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot) Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like jesse owens Make you throw in, the towel, i will Do all […]
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[intro] Yo fuck that word up man! (word to mother yo) Who you runnin wit? (afficial nast!) Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (afficial nast!) [fredro starr] Yo I’m goin straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness, i spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips Point blank range, i take […]
*two gun shots* It’s a story about two brothers, rob and vic Grew up in the world alone God forgot about them, hmm Forced to fend for themselves In the rotten apples of new york city This story takes place, in 1993 How many nigs did we get so far? I couldn’t care to count […]
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