| Uh! |
| Uh! |
| Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
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| J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
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| Oh! |
| Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night
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| Heh heh! |
| You hear these guys?! |
| (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
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| You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh)
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| The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
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| And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
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| I’m the best across the board like Tat and 'em
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| New York, If you feelin like me then you tired
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| Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire
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| But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter
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| I’m about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor
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| Your industry buzz ain’t valid on the streets loser
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| We don’t care about them mags and them weak rumors
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| Your secret wack parties with free hookah
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| Ev’rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler
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| Nah! |
| See I be where they keep ruegers
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| You ain’t got to be in beefs the police shoot ya
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| The ox will give ya a I’ll buck fifty
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| New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
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| I walk and perfects with a I’ll one with me
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| Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
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| No V.I.P. |
| I ain’t shook for shit
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| I’m at the bar like afrter push ups and dips
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| As for this mic they don’t want nothin (Why?)
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| Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins
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| Lil' insects y’all all buggin
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| Flex I got you, next time I’ll call up and record somethin
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| W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
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| From the city where niggas known for puttin in work («Xzibit»)
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| I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose («LL Cool J»)
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| W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
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| From the city where niggas known for puttin in work («Xzibit»)
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| This here serious («Erick Sermon»)
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| Sing-Sing like Bilal! |
| («Lil Fame»)
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| Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain’t sayin nothin
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| Ya boy’s speakers all heat like my neighbor’s oven
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| If I’m ANYWHERE near a mic, then I’m claimin somethin
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| I can’t resist «The Temptation», David Ruffin
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| Hah! |
| Who feelin froggy? |
| Hop, kiddo!
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| I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
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| Before I saw gwap from Joell features
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| I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
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| It’s so I treat rap like coke, bet it
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| You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
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| Y’all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
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| He turned out to be a «Bus», Jerome Bettis
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| I’m on my chiro shit now, «back» at it
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| Steady spittin that crack, I’m a crack addict
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| The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it
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| My craft’ll put you to sleep — hehe, Craftmatic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sing Like Bilal , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Free Agent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп