[Chorus: singer + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I never ever say) Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would ever say) Goodbye (Woo - and I would ever say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
Yo yo, who know the game me, who seen it change like me I'm the O.G. from the N.Y.C. And I ain't never leave the streets, the made me conscious And I've been it since you rappin cats was still in diapers But it seems to me these cats are gettin too big for their And they're barkin up the wrong tree, callin my bitches I remember - when we to rhyme in the park But things have changed, now they bustin shots after Now that's a shame - these youngsters see me in the Ask me O.G. how you do it make it like nothin to it Well I never lost a dream, the hustle's still of me And never even me, this rap shit didn't father me I gave to a lot of MC's on this earth But they're too blind to recognize the truth and it What would you do if I said goodbye and watched the game But believe me, they tease me, this rap shit me
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I see you, Lil Tell you somethin, it
Mizzo] Aiyyo I never leave the game, how I When there's so much to accomplish than broke and stuck in the projects Come in a green M-3, niggaz dickridin Like "Damn, how he do a song DMC?" Don't about it, just know I'm in the game now He was such a kid, why he sellin cocaine now But struggling's past tense, I'm rappin now, myself a house with a swimming pool, backyard and a fence There's no for celebration, mind elevation If you ain't for money what the hell are you chasin? Go against ICU I'll put this to your back You who this is, Lil Mizzo and Darryl Mack I been a man since I got in the hood, flow so niggaz get jealous Like I stand when he drop his hood How you not respect Run-D.M.C. For bein the rappers to get they handprints in Hollywood They the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin hard I can be the best rapper in less a second I'm takin over the industry, knows us I'm 17 but my mind is all grown up, so whassup
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I never leave the game my people love me too much rap is my baby and I watched it grow up Man I'm here breathin, my eyes seein That these cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em got the nerve to rap about cars and iced out jewels Man you rented it Jacob you ain't foolin me or schoolin D On how to MC, I be the pick of the I've been in the many years but I'll still spit a winner Champ my people from the streets in Queens I'm a hitter balls out the park, gettin physically fitter Don't duck too slow and don't too fast I roll with young soldiers who put a in your ass be the new sensation, the next generation Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, California If I kiss the game goodbye, I leave I would go and fix fake MC's, I'm signin out DMC
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