Lyrics Sing Like Bilal - Joell Ortiz
Sing
Like
Bilal!
Uh!
Uh!
Y-Y,
Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell
Ortiz,
yeah
(Sing-Sing
like
Bilal!)
Oh!
Aiyyo
Flex
I
got
the
kite,
I
was
tuned
in
saturday
night
Heh
heh!
You
hear
these
guys?!
(Sing-Sing
like
Bilal!)
You
remove
the
big
label
that
be
backin
them
(Uh)
The
moistened
nine,
ice
the
fake
platinum
And
bring
it
back
to
rap
I
will
flatten
them
I'm
the
best
across
the
board
like
Tat
and
'em
New
York,
If
you
feelin
like
me
then
you
tired
Of
listenin
to
liars,
wishin
it
was
fire
But
none
of
them
is
hot
not
the
flicker
of
a
lighter
I'm
about
to
blow
up
in
they
face
Richard
Pryor
Your
industry
buzz
ain't
valid
on
the
streets
loser
We
don't
care
about
them
mags
and
them
weak
rumors
Your
secret
wack
parties
with
free
hookah
Ev'rybody
walkin
'round
tryin
to
be
cooler
Nah!
See
I
be
where
they
keep
ruegers
You
ain't
got
to
be
in
beefs
the
police
shoot
ya
The
ox
will
give
ya
a
I'll
buck
fifty
New
rappers
is
cool
but
we
still
bump
Biggie
(Baby)
I
walk
and
perfects
with
a
I'll
one
with
me
Fitted
to
the
side
on
my
Brooklyn
shit
No
V.I.P.
I
ain't
shook
for
shit
I'm
at
the
bar
like
afrter
push
ups
and
dips
As
for
this
mic
they
don't
want
nothin
(Why?)
'Cause
I
eat
'em
for
breakfast,
oatmeal
cornmuffins
Lil'
insects
y'all
all
buggin
Flex
I
got
you,
next
time
I'll
call
up
and
record
somethin
W-When
you
hear-W-W-When
you
heard
me
rewind
me
From
the
city
where
niggas
known
for
puttin
in
work
("Xzibit")
I-I-I-I
make
'em
nervous,
I
do
it
on
purpose
("LL
Cool
J")
W-When
you
hear-W-W-When
you
heard
me
rewind
me
From
the
city
where
niggas
known
for
puttin
in
work
("Xzibit")
This
here
serious
("Erick
Sermon")
Sing-Sing
like
Bilal!
("Lil
Fame")
Check,
I
see
your
mouth
movin,
but
you
ain't
sayin
nothin
Ya
boy's
speakers
all
heat
like
my
neighbor's
oven
If
I'm
ANYWHERE
near
a
mic,
then
I'm
claimin
somethin
I
can't
resist
"The
Temptation",
David
Ruffin
Hah!
Who
feelin
froggy?
Hop,
kiddo!
I
see
to
it
Miss
Piggy
is
a
chopped
widow
Before
I
saw
gwap
from
Joell
features
I
had
the
corner
on
lock,
Darrelle
Revis
It's
so
I
treat
rap
like
coke,
bet
it
You
want
lines,
gimme
mines,
homie
no
credit
Y'all
was
hyped
about
homes
like,
no
sweat
it
He
turned
out
to
be
a
"Bus",
Jerome
Bettis
I'm
on
my
chiro
shit
now,
"back"
at
it
Steady
spittin
that
crack,
I'm
a
crack
addict
The
belt
sittin
on
my
wiast,
take
a
crack
at
it
My
craft'll
put
you
to
sleep
- hehe,
Craftmatic
Album
Free Agent
1 Intro
2 Killed For Less Intro
3 One Shot - Killed for Less feat. Fat Joe
4 Sing Like Bilal
5 Finish What You Start feat. Royce da 5'9
6 Battle Cry (feat. Just Blaze)
7 Nursery Rhyme
8 Phone Skit
9 Call Me (She Said)
10 So Hard feat. Anna Yvette
11 Oh! (feat. Iffy)
12 Checkin For You (Skit)
13 Checkin For You
14 Good Man Is Gone
15 Cocaine
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