Joell Ortiz - Sing Like Bilal (version 3) lyrics

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 ill buck fifty New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby) I walk and perfects with a ill one with me Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn sh** No V.I.P. I ain't shook for sh** I'm at the bar like after push ups and dips As for this mic they don't want nothin' (Why?) 'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal corn muffins 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 n***as known for puttin' in work I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me From the city where n***as known for puttin' in work This here serious Sing-Sing like Bilal 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' Haha! 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 sh** 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 These lyrics are not available for printing