D y D allstars-1, 2 Pass it remix

1, 2 Pass it remix


Yo, y’all crazy, son Big up June Lova, word up

How you feel Killa Kane?

Comin at’ca like this, word up

Yo, this goes out to my man X

2 Cent and Tone, rest in peace, baby

Representin Staten Island to it’s fullest

Keith Murray in the house

Big up Big Daddy Kane

Droppin down on this track

[Shyheim]

You better look out kid cuz I’m the Wu-Tang’s smallest artist

When I come thru niggas be jettin like I’m narcotics

I’m the shorty that’ll bust but yet I hit the hardest

When I rose up on ya squad just show me where ya heart is

Just start and snitch like a bitch, cold drop a dime

I cut that xxx short like a tree of alpine

but I’m not lumberjack, black and a matter of fact

I flip that xxx like two kilo’s of crack packs

I let off quick like a four-fifth automatic

Who got Static like Spike Lee? I gotta have it

And give it to ya xxx raw like a proud faggot

I keep ’em movin like I did on my first LP

I stay true to The Grain of G.P.

Word to my motha I could never be a sucka

I Die Hard too, yipee-cahier mothafucka

[Down Low Recka]

Now it’s the Down Low comin thru with the roughness

technique, niggas packin needles can’t bust this

teflon style that I master, my art

Hit the chart, wait, combine with the track from the heart

I take shape and break, the best when they fake

Maneuvers, are natural born when into these losers

Ego bruiser, fly xxxxx chooser

Marijuana user, Valentine Hell enducer

Be too slick and sly for the guy with the best try

Nigga fake a move, ya gotta die

I got the loaded clip and I’m about to show ya how

we murder niggas slang with the slang from the Shaolin Isle

Now…

Chorus:

[All] Pass it off I wanna flip!

[Shy] They got me vexed son

[All] Pass it off I wanna flip!

[DLR] I got ’em runnin for protection

[All] Pass it off I wanna flip!

[Rub] Eh yo, it’s burnin hot

[All] Pass it off I wanna flip!

[Pop] About to wet up the whole block

[Big Daddy Kane]

There’s a new sheriff in town to get down

A hip-hop father figure in rap nah xxxx around

Executin homocidal lyrics from the throat

My mob’s on it for me, then Murder She Wrote

Because I leave a rapper ruined for what ya think ya doin

I’m the raw one they try to be pursuin

Once I step up on the mic your squad’s out of site

Couldn’t come hard if you was Jerry at a fight

I don’t feel fear but I bring a real scare

When I’m on a rapper’s like a cripple in a wheelchair

Terrorize ya whole crew when I come thru

But now I’m sayin “See? I shouldn’t’ve listened to y’all”

[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

It’s time to bust a cherry, or should I say a nut?

You can run if you want to, I’ll still catch you in your butt

I’m aim is on point like a racist cop

and I get down and dirty like a project mop

If you’re in between a crack I’ll find just where you’re at

Expose you, beat ya xxx like no one knows you

I have no sympathy for no mouse emcee

Once I snap you in my trap there ain’t no turnin back

I got you where I want you, that’s under my wing

You ain’t shit, your wisdom treats me like a king

So please mothafucka with that premium choice shit

By the looks of things, I think that it’s best ya forfeit

A true experience should be taken for a scroll

I’m big time baby, ya gonna need a centerfold

Chorus

[Rubbabandz]

Murder, all I see is gats in my mind

Cock back ready for combat, pass the nine

I’m a mind blower, constructin boats like Noah

So I could never drown in this rap thing

I keeps it real, like Shaquille O’Neal on the court

Better recognize or get played like a sport

My flow’s comin down, somethin terrible

Down pat when I be on the train ridin R tracks

Lyrics is phat, contact, the lyrical smoke got me open

Infact, I think I’m ready to rock steady

I leave ya white like Betty

Froze you and plus you’re not quick like Ever-ready

Oh xxxx that clown just took the bait

and lost more blood then Nobra lost weight

Prepare for gladiation, I’ma send the nation

It doesn’t matter if you’re Japanese or Jamaican

[Shyheim]

Yea, yea, yea, that was superior

Yea, yea, let’s get up outta here

Word life, peace

Reggae Music – Musica Reggae

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