Jah-Born - Medina Green Giants lyrics

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Jah-Born - Medina Green Giants lyrics

[DCQ] Cross-eyed I see the haters We split the cake up Medina Green about they "oh wake up" I'm in the hood and always laced up You in the hood and always f**ed up It ain't my fault The ladies stay checkin' My team record settin' Put away the wife and children We bustin' through the ceiling Illson in the building And I'm ch-chilling You dudes rockin' pink Like you coming out the closet P - you talkin' tough Like you cause riots Musta bumped your head with that bullsh** threat You said your best star k**ers'll shoot up my medina? (son) Watch your language cause when I see ya I'ma see ya I too Freer my son need his friend freedom why our name in they mouth? Cause we keep it funky fresh In the motherf**ing flesh (chorus) 2x We say what mean and we mean what say Medina Green Giants and we walk this way Set the jam on fire take it back to the K Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space [Magnetic aka Kash Ru] Now when the drop down come down and the crowd's in place This is a job now bringin' more than rhymes at this stage I'm bringin' Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, The Bronx Staten Island Let's let 'em know where this mic game start Before there was kings in this game most of us just want to get on Going Gold to a n***a now ain't even enough We want that back in on fractions or dollars and cents I'm a mean mathematician so you gets no split I don't hustle for no one that's some eighty-nine sh** I got the masters to all my joints safe in my crib And got my own original ideas I write my own hits Cause it's more than just a video and laughing over drinks V.I.P. what's your name ma who you came with? Nah that ain't me cause MCs play the cut like what And a**es'll give in when you spit game tough We 'bout this mic thing and all that other sh** could hold up (come on) (chorus) 2x We say what mean and we mean what say Medina Green Giants and we walk this way Set the jam on fire take it back to the K Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space I'm in no eighty-eight cause jelly's talkin' on my celly Posted on the block I got'em jelly With no gut Shotgun my lady We swervin in the German With the top cut I'm on the market Ballin' out in Brooklyn styling in the air like Jordan Just shyer Come fly with me Bank is money bu*tons on the Tommy is sick Fashion Week it was a gift Courtesy of Illson (Illson) Ready to scoop me Come set me up Medina what up New York, New York Like old blue eyes, thick thighs Fat funky my misses a cutie Smoking ooky Toking truly since puberty Dissect opponents with deadly efficiency Bat 'em up Get 'em ready for the autopsy Everything is everything (chorus) 2x We say what mean and we mean what say Medina Green Giants and we walk this way Set the jam on fire take it back to the K Magnetic DCQ give us room plus space

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