One, two, free, end

Wooh !
I’m so tired and I’m all burn down
Say I’m so tired
And I’m all burn down
They say I got to write some new songs
But I’m all time down
Waouh!
They gimme six days to rise myself
Hmm ahah
And I can’t get no sleep
Six days to rise myself
And I can’t get no sleep
My complains of my ass
I can’t get no release
Hey hey yeah haahaha Yeah !
Sell
I was born, long ago
That sells right
I’m the choosen, I’m the one, Hey hey
Sing the song, sell those records
Repeat yourself do it again one more time
Yeah!
I don’t ever do nothing twice
And I feel just fine, ahah
Take this song and shut up your ass
Yeah ! ahahahah Talk fully
Yeah! Mother records give me that star
Hey! ahahahah!
Gonna be a big famous Rock & Roll star
Gonna buy a new car
Yeah! Hey! Yeah!

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream of reality

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream of reality

I saw you this morning
As I left my house on the way to work
You were wearing the same old attire
The pin striped suit and shirt
If only you knew the things we could do
As we cross round the corner at the photo booth
Don’t think I can see you’re lusting for me
Cos I know you’re down with OPP

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream of reality

Well I’m over here and you’re over there
Tempting looks are all we’ve got to share
But you can’t take a bite of the apple in sight
My body’s pulsating at the thought of you there
All I want to do is hold you tight
I want to know how you feel inside
But I’m with another man day and night
And your girl sits on the next desk to mine

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream of reality

Don’t let me show you my weakness
I’m falling deeper can’t keep this
Burning desire that’s deep in my soul
Now that you’re feeling you just can’t control
Baby see my frustration, unbearable situation
You’re with her and I’m with him
So we can’t let our love begin

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream of reality

What I want is for you to be with me
Loving you everyday would be easy
What I know is that we will never be
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting the dream

B A Bay, B E Bee
B I Bickie Bye B O Bo
Bickie Bye Bo B U Boo
Bickie Bye Bo Boo

C A Say, C E See
C I Sickie Sye C O So
Sickie Sye So C U Soo
Sickie Sye So Soo

D A Day, D E Dee
D I Dickie Dye D O Doe
Dickie Dye Doe D U Do
Dickie Dye Doe Do

F A Fay, F E Fee
F I Fickie Fye F O Foe
Fickie Fye Foe F U Foo
Fickie Fye Foe Foo

(etc.)

check it out y’all (Scratching)

[Whitey Ford]
Whitey Ford. X-Ecutioner style

Emcee am I people call me Ev
when I’m bustin’ up the party hear my engine rev
With high resolution in the late p.m
X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem
Got tints on my windows so you can’t see in
pack it up pack it in baby once again.
Ain’t no way to check me (check me)
No way to wreck me (wreck me)
And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin.
Stiller than night I’ma see my light
On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right
You know it ain’t right, but yo it’s ok
see this type of shit happens everyday

(scratching)
You see this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
You know this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)

It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens
peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins
Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans
got all your cars bouncin’ like a bunch of Mexicans
Porter rock style I’ll Touch you like Tony
you claim to keep it real but still comin’ out phony.
It’s just one emcee and four dj’s
give us six turntables and a mic to blaze.
I’ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
I burn hotter than the heat that’s made by sun.
Got a gun, ain’t a uzi, but it weighes a ton
It’s B-Boy punk rock 2001

(scratching)
It’s B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
It’s B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)

World keeps spinnin’. X-Men keep winnin
X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin
It’s B-Boy punk rock 2001. It’s B-Boy punk rock 2001

When the cats, awake
the mice will play
thats what the people say
all I know is doggs play anyways
cuz I play everyday
you do it too dont lie
soon as you’re out my site
I seen you creepin by
while I was creepin mine
while I was checkin out
I saw you checkin in
I shoulda knocked you out
but I was with your friend

x2
Because I got a girl, dont mean we can’t talk
Because I got a girl, dont mean I wont break you off
x4
(Come On) Come on girl let me heed it
(Come on) Meet me at the deli thats if you’re weeded

Back in the days I used to like bitches
but I tell you nowadays bitches ain’t shit
and if you wonder why I say this
I’ve had a few bitches and bitches think they slick
runnin around, playin all my niggaz
trying to split a brother from his grip
got all these bustaz watchin me
but I tell you right now hoe, I dont slip
I’d like to give a shout out to my favorite girl
but I wont you know why, because she’s a trick
and if I give a shout out to a sneaky bitch
I got to give a shout to the nigga she’s sneakin with
(and all my homeys say)

(Chorus x4)
Because I got a girl, dont mean we can’t talk
(come on girl let me heed it)
because I got a girl, dont mean I wont break you off
(meet me at the deli thats if you’re weeded)
(x4)
come on girl let me heed it
meet me at the deli thats if you’re weeded

Cuz I have never met a girl
that I love in the whole wide world

Go
Now let’s see what’s going on
See inside
It’s quiet inside, see
Now let’s hear what’s going on
Hear inside

You hear the cries of love – a sad tune
And feel the salt-lick stingin’ love?s wound
Those tears that you cry leave a blood stain
They fall to the ground like a sweet rain
Cos bad girls they do

B.A.D.- Bad, make your mom and daddy sad
B.A.D.- Bad, It’s the bloody fix you do
Oh, Look out

You see what’s in you head: fantasy
And need, but you can’t have B.A.D.
Call a spade a spade only if you want to
Cos by any other name it’s taboo
Cos bad boys they do

B.A.D.- Bad, make your mom and daddy sad
B.A.D.- Bad, It’s the bloody fix you do, the bloody fix you do

B.A.D.- Bad, make your mom and daddy sad
B.A.D.- Bad, gonna drive you raving mad
B.A.D.- Bad, make your mom and daddy sad
B.A.D.- Bad It’s the bloody fix you do

So you’ve seen I’ve gotten this far.
Please give me some place to worry.
I’m not trying to go there, so take me away.
Life sometimes pisses me off.
It’s never a good trip for me
Every time I reach for love, it’s taken away.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It’s time to die. Is that what I want?
There’s nothing wrong wanting to be loved.
Is there something wrong with me?
Once in my life I’d like to be really set free.
Let me be me.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It’s time to die. Is that what I want?
Take me away.
Taken away.
Take me away.
Taken… away.
Something I get, I got to get home
Run, run, run, run, run, run running home
Where is my home…
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It’s time to die. Is that what I want?
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It’s time to die. Is that what I want?

If you have trouble coming to Jesus, my friend
‘Cause its so easy; just believe and He’ll mend
Your broken heart
And give you eternal life

I used to hate God, churches, and all
But I took His new life when I heard His call
Into my heart
And I took His gift of love

Strangeness inside; wonders and chills
Then tears, like rain; such sweet, sweet pain
I knew His love
He left my hate far behind

* to the beat of and styled after Schoolly D’s “P.S.K. What Does it Mean?”

Yo
C-Gutta where you at?
D Rockafella
Caesar Leo Degenero
Bled C
Money SL
Uhh…

B.I.G. is making this cream
Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
B is for the bitches, who can’t understand
How one fly nigga became a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC’s man they ain’t sayin nuthin
Rockin on, to the break of dawn
Make the bitch give the pussy get the mouth I’m gone

What?
It ain’t no more to it