DJ Kay Slay - 90s Flow lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay - 90s Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: Fat Joe] I rep New York, we above the rest Whippin the double R [?] best fu*k all you hoes, get a grip, motherfu*ker If mines don't shoot, Pistol P gon cut ya Slay hit me up, said he need [?] Fat Joe again So I pull a mask and the straps, now I'm going in Mind on my money, and money bring the problems See my nine never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot him Summertime in the city, when the boddies drop Your enomies will throw a party like it's Marty Gra ni**a I'm right here, you know right where BX New York, [?] I'm liable to bring a lyer to a [?] [?] push the iron on an off night Slay got the streets locked, Mello got the guard pass Told him 13 for the half, and he brought it back [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game , this is not a show We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks Ain't nobody stop my flow [Verse 2: Ghostface Killa] You would think I'm in a laundry mat, powder everywhere One blink like poof, I'm in time square With a dime, man she fu*king with a crime [?] [?] Ya'll make sure ya'll fix the G Don't be doing nothing crookid around here, unless [?] skemeing on me Together we live, forever I burn With an antibotic flow [?] [?] cartell [?] sippin martell 86 [?] you can ask Parsell Raided ni**as flash [?] Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter Snatch ni**as [?] Large Glocks [?] spots [?] you can't [?] You can't sneeze, huh [?] [?] Hop over my gate, I [?] [?] I ain't crazy [Verse 3: Raekwon] [?] sharks snorckles, russian hats collin in Ampsterdam [?] chill factor as a rapper My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear Stuntin magazine [?] They don't know how to cook rhymes and slang, most of my bings is auctioned Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain [?] fragrence [?] made a belt for my pants A hundred for the necklace, one on the watch That's enfecsous [?] Live n the trentches [?] Guns is under the love seat with the [?] dust [?] suitcase with the blue faces Rubber band rapping, shoot laces Yeah I [?] calling It's just living out [?] sh*t so hard [?] [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] I wore shiney suits with Diddy, freestyles with Big Made [?] with Hov and them, I'm back, my nigg Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig Half of that boy, [?] Dropped the EP, now New York is in a frenzy Been waiting on the Lox, these lil ni**as rappin like they [?] So I guess they waiting on they pops Old ni**as and new ni**as need to know this Ain't none of ya'll fu*king with the Styles and Kiss This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring Beef is when I'm sitting in the garage [?] Still go out on the block, get high, get goons and that With you, it's only when you rap Put the gun down pussy, who the fu*k you gon clap? Get the fu*k out the game, if you wasn't hot last year, 14 gon be the same ni**a [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game , this is not a show We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks Ain't nobody stop my flow [Verse 5: Lil Fame] I'd love to get a Grammy, and eventually will Right now, my main focus letting them [?] build [?] for real, [?] haters want me dead fu*k it, god want me living, fu*k prison, I'm in position Tip top condition, listen I'm on my toes Get pussy on the reg, got no time for these hoes Half these ni**as [?] cold blooded punks Don't wanna shoot it out, don't want nothing I expose ni**as who [?] lived through one story Pain in the game with me, my killers came with me Watching everything, [?] I was trying to lay down that murder game, kept dirt on my name First the flame hit your brain, aimed like [?] Give it to any ni**a, any turrain fu*k what ni**as saying, man I'm tryna maintain [Verse 6: N.O.R.E.] Since 96, came in the game, no tricks 98 [?] Rest in peace Chris, [?] Still isloming it, real ni**as honor it I used to fu*k with hoes that rode co*k and they [?] [?] [?] Was raised to protect my moms, dudes bust through the tripple [?] Army [?] Tech bust loose Still smoke tree plants Killer on the goose [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] like my fu*king town I'm with that sh*t, that's my sh*t, [?] fu*k it, ain't I ain't gon tell them ni**as su*k my dick But if they hating on this, won't tell them su*k my dick [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game , this is not a show We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks Ain't nobody stop my flow [Verse 7: Macgruff] First of all, I'm a hundred [?] I don't like none of y'all [?] fall I keep a gun and dawg [?] ain't something to y'all Biggie Smalls, Big Pun and Big L to y'all That's everything that you lack in your lyrics My flow is the results of the crack epodemic Dirty burners baby Murder murder baby Baby powder, you a gurggle baby Nothing to fu*k with Known for the thug sh*t Street cirtified, hood [?] You are now tuned into the drama house [?] [?] I'm from out of New York, with gats and [?] [?] [?] rose You say sebliminal sh*t, but you ain't say no names Don't fu*k with me, I ain't playing no games [Verse 8: Prodigy] Tremendous career, the leggicy of A dirty lil New Yorker [?] Locked in the cage, shot in the face The fall from grace, the next hip hop [?] My music shoot through my vains My target locked, my pray And I won't fold My heart is too [?] To give y'all the satisfaction To see me all broke and fu*ked up That day won't be [?] [?] it's not happening This is my dream, my my dream Dreams, tryna take my dreams It seems you wanna poke holes In my coffin and [?] It's a waste of time It can't be done My sh*t made of titaniom And you soft like pillos [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game , this is not a show We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks Ain't nobody stop my flow

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