pimp you or rule you I teach Come through the doors and slap up whores Ordering them to put back on their drawers 'Cause, I run their pimp When I leave he leaves with a limp
a miracle If the child even learned how to walk And with those words the father felt His entire world falling apart And he stumbled for the words to
niggas man? Talkin' 'bout i ain't a fuckin' MC... I've been at this shit for seven years nigga.. Eight times platinum nigga... Two Bentleys.. One Lambo, and three
Choose the sword and you will join me Choose the ball and you join your mother in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose So come boy
rhythm designed To make him rewind this time I draw the line He's mine, just chill Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill The boy's phony as a three
on call all night And I watched her die three times tonight Dodging broken down satellites Mending my beaten up jaw line Last night I stayed on call all night And I watched her die three
the throat to my better half and you could choose what you'd rather have limp and lifeless my body without its frame scream my name three times if you
a stunt I'm feelin more than a blunt Never was a gangster even at a street pix But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp So get up easy
I can see who beepin this Po Pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As the rest of
And don't laugh just yet And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
(feat. Sugar Ray) [DMC] Check this out One, two three, in the place to be [Run] And this is sugar Ray and Run DMC, here we go DMC and DJ Run Dum diddi
Esoteric, we're gonna play a little game I'm gonna give you a word, you tell me exactly what comes to mind Cool, let's go Brain - tumor, suede - Puma
I feel great One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight So strong my face is You punch break fingers Kick me you're limping
on your own, it'll strengthen your soul Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang
wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben Rolling in thousands man we will [Voice Talking] shoot em'up And leave they ass silent The word
script unfolds [Chorus x2] I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with a limp
You Ain't Fucking That Pussy Somebody Else Is, Belevie That Listen Up Here Check It Here's A Little Word From A Pimp To A Player Forget The Limp, You
leg's limping, the other's missing I wish I was missing... Dodging broken down satellites Mending my beaten up jaw line Last night I stayed on call all night And I watched her die three