ears don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
them to keep the party live to live Verse 6: Missy Up jumps da boogie Boogie jumps me Got to move my knees straight down to my feet Down to my hands
Mama Said Knock You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young
of existence, for instance, rewind, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, we twist, goddamn D.O Double G, cuz we missed it, travel slow, im an indian, but
them to keep the party live to live [Verse 6: Missy] Up jumps da boogie Boogie jumps me Got to move my knees straight down to my feet Down to my hands
use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to
gon' blaze til it brick-o's Peep the na na, sweet taboo The Firm tattoo on the tha tha, now tell me what crew Hold it down like we do da da Verse Two