Somehow I got locked on the outside I'm trying to get back in Can someone help me unlock the door And welcome me back inside Holding out for the answer
Vertaling: Steel Profeet. Gesluit Out.
than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
Boiler on lock, hold shit down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox What 'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props
, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [Incomprehensible] Get out the way yo, get out the way
going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo
bands For real, she was colder than blue steel Millitant bitch with a switch and high heals Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick And
strange, that December eve Was it the drugs? His senses took leave Brought out by the ghost of past, I was but a boy here My heart was locked up here
[Fates Warning Cover] When the stars are right and you're alone Take a journey, lock the world up tight Out of your mind. The hall beckons your presence
probe at Kris's mind, but he missed it Professor X taken out by the Blastmaster's metaphysics Round two, new fight, word to life, you gotta see this Locked
the click! whooooo [Verse One: Lil' Kim] Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep my rich In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles Pack with steel
click, whoo Blessed by the God, so I be the Earth's Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep me rich In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles Pack with steel
The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
up in the chain Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son [Steele] (Tek) {both} Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry And the hard rocks carry, with props
your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
