Out Wit' Da Old

Rbx

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    [Intro]
    Ha-ha-ha-ha...
    No Mercy, No Remorse
    Picture that
    He-he-he-he...
    Take an eerie ride
    You always remember, to give respect too
    Yo' foul?
    You remember when you was locked up in the clink?
    Fa sho!
    Didn't none of them bitch-ass niggas wanna help you get out?
    Ha-ha, fa sho!
    Look at that ???? god damn thing
    Yeeah Ninja Boy, now we better get them bennies baby
    Forget about it, you niggas can't see me
    Forget about it
    Forget afuckingbout it

    [Verse 1]
    '94, to listen, to narrarate the blessin'
    Passisus insists that you fools to start guessin'
    X, is the teacher in this hold of Fort Knox
    And my students blast like college mind
    Heavyweight BOOM! now press be mine
    Rat-tat-tat-tat
    He just lost from the 9
    Upward, this barn, indeed X-A-Rus
    Hotter than thrush, you best X-A-Dus
    Fool, you gets nothin', but draw ??
    And I see through rich niggas like ?
    X-ecution style, or behind the ear
    With a twenty-two, i do, what i do
    Done, what i did, the crowd screamed "Ooh!"
    X ?? step without a clue
    I once was stranded, but went A-Wall
    Hot left buck when I lyrical gang-bang
    Rat-tat-tat-tat, now y'all remember that
    Smoked-down to the roach
    And the chronic was phat
    Left a ride, 'cause I wrote that for Dre
    Never fear a Devil, cult, they don't pray
    Have my newton motto is "Fuck what they say!"
    Is the brand new dollar, for my brand new day
    Out with the old, and in with the new
    Hit 'em with the heavyweight boom

    [Chorus 2x]
    Out Wit' Da Old, and in with the new
    We always remember to give respect too
    Those that battle-battle if your crude to pursue
    I'll hit'cha like *BOOM* and I thought you knew

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    [Verse 2]
    Yo, I tell 'em like this 'cause most niggas don't know
    But X, was the backbone of Death Row
    Snoop was the front-man
    Dre was the beat
    Show, was the nigga that made shit complete
    Rage, was the lady
    Kurupt was the mental
    Daz, Dillinger blast with instrumental
    All you other fools we condsider secondary
    Let a twenty-four over the rhyme primary
    My contemplated skill and ill to the little
    My flex does a little, helps if you like the one in the praire
    Feel the intense dry heat
    That's when I add moisture
    And lubricate the beat
    An aquaduct force, or more than I construct that poems
    Then I, swing my nuclear arms
    And you *BOOM* blow up
    Throw up your hands and form the X
    Indeed I invisioned your flex
    Quit fakin' a fall
    But nowadays, these M.C.s be playin' the role of O.G.s
    Listen as the awkward styles, like Robbie Brista
    And written concepts top-up your transmistor

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    They slept when I rocked
    But that's not on a jewel
    They standed around and jocked screaming
    "X, go wousy, woo-woo!"
    Thousy, we go throw brand new
    Stampeding through, like wild Caribou
    Ooh, far from doo-doo that's shitty
    First and foremost, from the Long Beach City
    Never honourary, born and raised as true
    I roll like a twenty, plus, I'm insane too
    Creeps, I ain't dissin' none of my peeps
    The first one to jump, is the first one to sleep
    X, I drop the bomb, you remember
    I put that on my Mama, Emma, drama

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]
    Noo...indeed
    And forever andibly, you shall feel the strong, rage
    Neretal all E, X
    Indeed...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa
    *BOOM*

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