, admire my leather Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains Your lip gloss on my Italian sweater I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie DJ
that opera and Shakespeare shit I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap I don't hear shit, you niggas are excess waste A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit The hottest DJ
Finishes bad work on your sneaker soles, all V.I.P. material Don't play me, to hype your lyrics Tear you a new ass, go pay Jay-Z to write your lyrics
baguettes, uh Don't Speak, uh huh, I'm gettin Gwen Stefani Tossed up, sellin' pussy like every week So don't fight me, uh, you can hype me, that's right
that track? Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound wack Unplug your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin' hype Programmed
the Cavalier's kickin my charm in this Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist Calmin this? Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin the
None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 1] Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found I know you can tear the mic down -
no-no A dancer like a go-go? Oh no My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb Instead of
was the rhyme brung?) Frum among the tip of my tung [VERSE 2] Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first Be showin the hip-hop hypes my
with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype
friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And what's up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easily? But get it while you here boy Because all that hype
a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I'm what it is i'm Macdola hype with a game to
[DJ Khaled] This is, this is, This is, this is, Im about Unity, Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida Listennn, Chorus - [Ja Rule and DJ Khaled
see you, and bang 'til you hang up Your life on line, but here's the truth You ain't hype to die, but you hype to shoot You let the Henny talk for you
DJ RED WHATS UP NIGGA {CHORUS} GO DJ, THATS MY DJ GO DJ, THATS MY DJ DON'T U BRANG NO WEAPONS, KNIVES,AND GUNS GO DJ, THATS MY DJ {REPEAT 2xS} VERSE
Verse 1a?? Pressure Let's get introductions aside, Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like, Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype, Pen
he on the hype now they call it a buzz and how we get the party poppin, baltimore club myspace came the replay next and you gotta have Xaph for the DJ
Yo, on the m-i-c right about now, I go by the name of big daddy kane. i got my Man scoob lover on the side of me, dj mister cee on the wheels of steel