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() Jenny Fujita: Me, my crew, and a little tour show Learned to flip the door with the money we've got The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on Till one by one, we were gone Subway sparks after dark Flash the message, something's out there (Wyclef: Yo, John, that was the eighties man This is ninety nine, there's crazy stuff out there) Flash the message, something's out there John Forte Uh, uh, hey Yo, John Forte John Forte: Yo, yo hustle big hustle small all ya'll relate to this I'ma culture power baby, when I run right through it What the biz, money, you know John and what it is Then again, too many yes men (Wyclef: yo, John they missed it) Hustle big, hustle small all ya'll relate to it I'ma culture power baby, when I slide right through it What the biz, money, you know John and what it is Then again, too many yes men inside the business We stay grungy Risks take on the streets like a bungee Hoes get nothing from me I'ma die feeling hungry Rappers to complacing I make hits in the basement Got all the men on top wondering where their place is If it's real, then it's real And it ain't no replacement Them jealous cats they talk need to all work adjacent I charcoal ya'll all into a image I molt So I can teach you how to walk, eat, tricks, and buy volt My shit is iz-ill Wear three condoms in Brazil Brothers from the vill know four after iz-ill You wanna know how we do, get real Now you fiz-eel You couldn't take me if you bought the chisel What's the diz-eal Eat four stars at every miz-eal You kiz-ill The vibe You right from the fwiz-ill And stiz-ill My flow riz-eal Leave you fiz-ill And leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill Jenny Fujita: Me, my crew, and a little tour show Learned to flip the door with the money we've got The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on Till one by one, we were gone Subway sparks after dark Flash the message, something's out there (Wyclef: Suicide into suicide, parappa) Flash the message, something's out there John Forte: Shoot the gip at the strips spine Juggling peeps learn to keep their lips tight I don't kick it out I told ya'll before it's hot Fuck the floor I'm the boss when I rock the flip flops Culture hip hop before I take your head you should skip hop Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shit's cop So where's that, hey ya'll hoes hard, but the rappart I leave them in the means, with their lips shut, but did what Yo money ease up, how you cease us You better saw feefin lightning trees up Smoking with your man fantasizing something swiftly But little did you know I had whole country with me) Wyclef: Little do you know, little do you know Little do you know, I got the whole country with me Little do you know, uh Refugee Camp All-Stars Dirty cats C O Wyclef Jean Nuts baby, nuts baby John Forte Where you at, baby Come on, come on
Writer(s): Joern-uwe Fahrenkrog-petersen, Carlo Karges Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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