II Men Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men Motownphilly's back again Doin' a little east coast swing Boyz II Men going off Not too hard, not too soft It's long
Ain't no thing for ninja Jack Chopped th' lock, let it rock Never scratched that Pontiac Can I get it right when it's time to strike? Yeah, said ninja Jack
it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it
and I can't escape Some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is If I play with my gauge It's a raid, put your face to pave If you try
it. We keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They
yet Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown So, I continue my mission It's gettin' dark, so
It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy The I start stranglin' babies See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP
shit And slowly but surely the shit changed From they fault,but if you black, then you get blamed A damn shame, that means this muthafucka's one-sided And blacks, we get
on the fucker If you're caught in the crossfire It musta been time for your ass to expire Cuz I don't shed tears on a victim Fuck with me, I gotta get him That's
't askin' My goons on beat, ain't nobody laughing My goons favorite words, "Let me gone jack em'" Y'all let me know how y'all wanna play it And I'll
hit it til I could seat on try to get her freak on ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee?d on I said it aint me maam that 8 behind me still got the burner
know what?s beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can?t stop my feast, uh I still love her, she be needin? the dick When it come to hip hop it?s
your swish Get it we smoking on that poison call it Michael Bivins So if you selling to me then you gotta lucrative business A friend is what you blow while I'm smoking on
' 'bout music, I ain't talkin' 'bout rap You talkin' 'bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' 'bout that The conversation is changed, let's yap about that I don
the black blocks all over Call over on some ill shit, yeah My niggas Sauk come to do it Yo we got to get into it Check it out, this is how I blew it Right
I coach more than John Thompson I'm in your town, George, I got it made like Florance I'm getting bigger than the lips on Martain Lawrence *Mmuah, mmuah* It's like, it's
in my side doe and started runnin threw da kitchen i peeped out tha doe, seen a nigga wit a K dressed in all black wit a ski mask on his face so i bussed