[Chorus: female + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I would ever say) Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I never ever say) Goodbye (Woo - and I would never say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
Yo yo, who know the like me, who seen it change like me I'm the MC'n O.G. the N.Y.C. And I ain't never leave the streets, the made me conscious And I've doin it since you rappin cats 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 see me in the streets Ask me O.G. how you do it make it seem like to it Well I never lost a dream, the still inside of me And never even departed me, this rap didn't father me I birth to a lot of MC's on this earth But they're too blind to the truth and it hurts What would you do if I said goodbye and watched the game But believe me, tease me, this rap shit needs me
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I see you, Lil you somethin, check it
[Lil I never leave the game, how could I When there's so to accomplish than bein broke and stuck in the projects through in a green M-3, niggaz dickridin Like "Damn, how he do a song DMC?" Don't worry about it, just I'm in the game now He was such a cute kid, why he cocaine now But struggling's past tense, I'm now, bought myself a house with a swimming pool, backyard and a 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 to your back You know who this is, Lil Mizzo and Mack I been a man since I got in the hood, flow so niggaz get jealous Like I can't stand he drop his hood How you not respect Run-D.M.C. For bein the first rappers to get handprints in Hollywood deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin hard I can be the best rapper in less than a I'm takin over the industry, everybody us I'm only 17 but my mind is all 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 still here breathin, my seein That these rapper deceivin, so don't believe 'em They got the nerve to rap cars and iced out jewels Man you rented it from you ain't foolin me or schoolin D On how to MC, I be the of the litter I've been in the game many years but still spit a winner Champ my people the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter Knockin balls out the park, gettin fitter Don't duck too slow and don't too fast I roll with young soldiers who put a in your ass They be the new sensation, the next Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, California If I the game goodbye, before I leave I would go and fix some MC's, I'm signin out DMC
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