It's My Thang '99

Dj Clue

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    [Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
    Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
    The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
    Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing
    '99)
    Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID)

    Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
    The Squad go to war like General Custard
    I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard
    And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

    [Erick Sermon]
    First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
    Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
    Squadron, my click be fully armed
    I got dough, my account be fat and formed

    [Redman]
    Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
    Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
    Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
    Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya

    [PMD]
    Aiyyo I detonate on impact
    So niggaz better get back
    The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that
    The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back
    No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that

    [Keith Murray]
    I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
    Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of
    I get out of hand like I lost my arm
    Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron

    [Erick Sermon]
    Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
    You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin
    Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
    I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King

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    [Redman]
    Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock
    Cops know the SL hand do well
    Can tell by the nails you frail
    We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels

    [PMD]
    Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively
    My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
    Consecutively, five golds so technically
    You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD

    [Keith Murray]
    Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
    Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
    Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
    I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS"

    [Erick Sermon]
    I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone
    It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens
    Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street
    Scene

    [Redman]
    I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night marauder
    Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like
    Godfather
    I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
    In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic

    [PMD]
    An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
    (Why these niggaz mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!)
    We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin
    Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin

    [Keith Murray]
    I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
    Keith Murray pack a black tech
    And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched
    Females jump in my flow like double-dutch

    [Erick Sermon]
    My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why)
    I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
    It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
    Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle

    [Redman]
    Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at
    Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks
    Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win
    I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN

    [PMD]
    So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla
    Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
    MC's cold rockin till the party's through
    Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for
    you"

    [DJ Clue] *echoing*
    DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh

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    Composición: P. Smith, R. Noble y Ken Duro Ifill

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