[Chorus: female + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I would ever say) Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would never say) Goodbye (Woo - and I would never say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
Yo yo, who know the game like me, who seen it change me I'm the MC'n O.G. the N.Y.C. And I ain't never leave the streets, the ghetto me conscious And I've been doin it since you rappin was still in diapers But it to me these cats are gettin too big for their britches And they're barkin up the tree, callin my women bitches I - when we used 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 still inside of me And never even me, this rap shit didn't father me I gave birth to a lot of MC's on earth But they're too to recognize the truth and it hurts would you do if I said goodbye and watched the game crumble But believe me, they me, this rap shit needs me
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I see you, Lil you somethin, check it
[Lil Aiyyo I never the game, how could I When so much to accomplish than bein broke and stuck in the projects through in a green M-3, niggaz dickridin Like "Damn, how he do a with DMC?" Don't worry it, just know I'm in the game now He was a cute kid, why he sellin cocaine now But struggling's past tense, I'm now, bought myself a house with a swimming pool, and a glass fence There's no time for celebration, mind If you ain't searchin for money what the hell are you Go against ICU I'll put this barrel to back You know who is, Lil Mizzo and Darryl Mack I been a man since I got in the hood, so much niggaz get jealous Like I can't stand when he drop his How could you not Run-D.M.C. For bein the rappers to get they handprints in Hollywood They deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin I can be the rapper in less than a second I'm takin over the industry, everybody us I'm 17 but my mind is all grown up, so whassup
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I would leave the game my people love me too much rap is my baby and I watched it grow up Man I'm still here breathin, my seein That rapper cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em They got the nerve to rap about cars and out jewels Man you rented it from Jacob you ain't me or schoolin D On how to MC, I be the of the litter I've been in the game many years but I'll still a winner my people from the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter Knockin out the park, gettin physically fitter Don't duck too slow and don't jump too I roll with young soldiers who put a in your ass be the new sensation, the next generation Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, situation If I kiss the goodbye, before I leave I would go and fix some fake MC's, I'm out DMC
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