[Chorus: singer + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I would never 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 game me, who seen it change like me I'm the MC'n O.G. the N.Y.C. And I never leave the streets, the ghetto made me conscious And I've been it since you rappin cats was still in diapers But it seems to me cats are gettin too big for their britches And they're barkin up the wrong tree, callin my women I remember - when we used to 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 a dream, the hustle's still inside of me And never even departed me, this rap shit father me I gave birth to a lot of MC's on earth But they're too to recognize the truth and it hurts What would you do if I said goodbye and the game crumble But believe me, they tease me, 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 much to accomplish than bein and stuck in the projects Come in a green M-3, niggaz dickridin Like "Damn, how he do a with DMC?" worry about 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, backyard and a glass There's no time for celebration, elevation If you searchin for money what the hell are you chasin? Go against ICU I'll put this barrel to your You know who this is, Lil Mizzo and Mack I been a man since I got in the hood, flow so much get jealous Like I stand when he drop his hood How could you not Run-D.M.C. For bein the rappers to get they handprints in Hollywood deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin hard I can be the best rapper in less a second I'm over the industry, everybody knows us I'm only 17 but my mind is all up, so whassup
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I would never leave the game my people me too much Because rap is my baby and I it grow up Man I'm still here breathin, my seein That these cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em got the nerve to rap about cars and iced out jewels Man you it from Jacob you ain't foolin me or schoolin D On how to MC, I be the pick of the I've been in the game many years but still spit a winner Champ my people from the streets in Queens I'm a hitter Knockin out the park, gettin physically fitter Don't duck too slow and jump too fast I with young soldiers who put a foot in your ass They be the new sensation, the generation Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, situation If I kiss the game goodbye, I leave I would go and fix some MC's, I'm signin out DMC
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