get you down, you can take it And if it hurts Don't let them see you cry, you can make it Hold your head up Hold your head up Hold your head up Hold your head
be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone, okay I will break your
, I know you smell me, Ia??m the s*** like an ex-lax. *Diarrhea Dwayne, Bust your f****** head, souvenir your brain. You aina??t talking about nothing, Got your
yo put that joint on the big speakers Yo c get me some water yo, turn it up real loud I'm just gonna rock this joint, yo go head, go head Here it go,
can't be friends. Hershey got game (Repeat) chu chu train. Awhhh make your toes hit the ceiling. Let her run house but my name ain't doggy. Hold em up
myself to be a man Mama said keep God in all your plans Let the sun shine keep your head high Its always people after your spot, gotta stay high, gotta
and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Ma, showed up, "Hey, what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up
wheel? N****z better chill for the b******* peel Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill N**** I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up Frozen up
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron You what I sayin'? One
get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
with a birds-eye view So you betta back up, back up 'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up ... 10 then
, shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin', seekin' he who hold stock Ay, run,
mashed up betta catch ya niggaz livin Hold up Slow it up lights off that aint no nigga dont move where its at, get down hit tha floor gimmie all your
big old nightmare Nigga this the slaughter stepping up I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass
Stomach rumblings My demeanor Thirty years my senior My childhood Didn't mean much Only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics Raisin' my head to the sky Big
stumble over words Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*... Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath [Method Man] It's just...Mr
your funk?) Funkentelechy (How's your funk?) Funkentelechy (Ho) How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? (How's your
dry then prolly gon get ya' shit wet[Laughing] I ain't tryna be big Give me a big check, check Could spit techs Split up ya' team like dipset [Verse