paroles de chanson Drop It Heavy - Big Pun , KRS-One
That's
right,
on
any
beat
we
sale
Don't
put
your
money
on
bail,
put
it
on
Full
Scale
Ha
ha,
never
fail,
KRS
I'd
rather
have
a
hundred-thousand
true
heads
by
me
Than
one
million
of
your
fake
fanatics
behind
me
I
keep
it
grimy,
chase
me,
you
will
never
find
me
I
take
you
out
in
two
or
three
minutes,
you
can
time
me
You
the
dopest
MC?
I
leave
that
ass
sizzlin
I'm
givin
more
rhythm
than
gang
rapes
in
prison
You
small
time,
you
ain't
a
pro
Yeah
you
kick
the
raw
rhymes,
but
your
show
and
your
flow
That's
all
mine
Oh
silly
me,
if
I
call
on
my
lyric
ability
I'll
bring
it
right,
straight
to
your
jaw,
free
delivery
Get
wit
me,
now
I
spit
rap
I
represent
peace
and
knowledge,
but
I
will
contradict
that!
Click-a-click
clap
You
don't
wanna
battle
me,
you
wanna
scat
away
I
battle
Monday,
Tuesday,
Wednesday,
Thursday,
Friday
Wait,
let
me
check
the
schedule
again,
Saturday
I
think
you
oughta
follow
your
squad,
they
ran
thataway
These
rappers
be
played
out,
spaced
out,
no
format
Now
why
would
you
place
your
money
on
that?
I
drop
more
bars
than
Sing-Sing,
cha-ching!
Real
teachers
teach
real
things
I
brings
knowledge
and
skill,
you
should
try
to
get
with
it
Challenging
knowledge
only
means
that
ya
ignorant
With
the
Sword
of
Justice,
your
throat
I'm
stickin
in
Gossip
and
scandal,
I
don't
put
my
lips
in
it
Grow
up,
I'm
movin
like
a
U-Haul
truck
You
all
stuck
cuz
you
all
suck,
duck
duck
buck
buck
buck
Forget
the
cut
hops,
your
luck
stops
I
bring
it
to
your
buttocks,
with
nuff
glocks
(Big
Punisher)
Yo,
my
squad
is
honored
it
like
Elijah
Muhammed
But
I'm
God-retarded,
ain't
no
righteousness
in
this
heart
of
violence
Hard
as
diamond
but
I'm
in
the
ruff,
listen
up
If
you
ever
see
me
wit
the
Feds
you
can
bet
it's
in
the
cuffs
Ain't
no
snitchin
us,
bitchin
us
Unofficial-ness,
everything
we
are,
side
you
wish
you
was
Official
thugs
in
the
drug
profession
Drug
connections,
drug
addictions
Still
seein
the
judge
for
drug
possession
The
four-D's,
all
these
is
more
reas
To
either
get
big,
leave
or
let
live
We
the
best
there
is
TS,
ain't
nobody
else
We
probably
Dove
cuz
we
all
way
on
top
of
the
shelf
I'm
lockin
your
wealth
wit
the
master
keys,
freeze
Don't
try
to
breeze,
I'ma
squeeze
and
blast
the
back
of
your
knees
Just
pass
the
cheese,
please
don't
test
the
toaster
My
tech'll
roast
ya
body
faster
than
Ferrari's
Testarosta
You're
gettin
closer
to
death,
Reaper's
got
a
hold
on
your
breath
You
goin
straight
to
hell
as
you
sell
your
soul
for
your
flesh
You
was
posin
a
threat,
now
you
froze
in
the
bed
Minute
ago,
you
was
poppin
shit,
holdin
ya
dick
Now
what's
the
problem,
you
ain't
nuttin
like
you
said
on
your
album
I
thought
you
was
wildin,
bustin
your
guns
and
runnin
the
island
You
was't
violent,
you
was
silent
tryin
to
get
college
credits
How
pathetic,
did
it
to
get
out
of
the
collasthetics
I'm
dianetics
combined
wit
lyrics
My
matureness
is
my
insurance,
kill
my
appearance,
I'm
a
shinin
spirit
You
gotta
fear
it,
cuz
every
last
gem
is
poison
You
gotta
cheer
it,
if
you
can't
win
you
better
join
em
I'm
head-annointin
niggas
like
the
Holy
Gospel
I'm
the
only
voco
to
walk
and
smoke
you
wit
fire-blowin
nostrils
Watch
for
the
toast,
when
you
see
it
you
better
draw
yours
Warlords,
callin
The
Giant,
it's
all
yours
(A.G.)
Now
check
flacco,
siete
quato
rocks
in
my
music
note
It
don't
take
a
lot
for
you
to
go
There's
a
lot
that
you
should
know
Like
I
rock
the
future
flow
I
can't
be
stopped,
refuse
to
go,
and
still
great,
Show
Dug
in
the
milk
crates,
so
we
label
this
cream
Plus
my
vocals,
now
we
able
to
gleam
A's-Team
used
to
be
local,
now
we
get
love
from
mainstream
Rock
from
Shanghai
to
Beijing,
stay
high's
the
main
theme
Used
to
have
a
crush
on
Regine
when
she
was
Tudy
Rappers
actin
fruity,
tryin
to
black
and
blue
me
He
must
be
actin
a
movie
I'm
dirty,
like
double-platinum
in
a
hooptie
Now
let's
double
back
for
these
groupies
Back
up
behind
the
ropes,
Show
and
A
come
through
We
the
real
Killers,
y'all
Replacements
for
John
Woo
This
is
"Full
Scale"
shit
here,
the
weak
disappear
They
only
eat
in
our
off-years,
check
the
CD,
it's
all
there
You'll
be
bustin
the
speaker,
puffin
the
reefer
Can't
spit
like
I
spit
so
you
get
hype
and
bust
your
heater
Heard
your
chick's
on
my
dick,
I
would
love
to
meet
her
Hit
it,
and
toss
it
like
it
ain't
nuttin
either
And
catch
you
on
the
rebound
like
Dennis
My
sound
sells
in
and
out
of
town
This
a
chemistry
and
I
got
it
now
They
wanted
Six's
for
the
Range
but
I
got
'em
down
To
twenty
and
a
brick,
now
I'm
out
wit
this
money
and
shit
1 Thick
2 Get Yours
3 Where Ya At
4 Way of Life
5 Day One
6 Hey Luv
7 Foundation
8 Champagne Thoughts
9 Ebonics - Premo Mix
10 Drop It Heavy
11 Da Enemy
12 Stand Strong
13 Weekend Nights
14 Thick - Rockwilder Mix
15 Tribute
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