[Chorus: female + (DMC)] (And I would never ever say) Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would ever say) Goodbye (Woo - and I would never say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
Yo yo, who know the game like me, who 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 doin it since you rappin cats was still in But it seems to me these cats are gettin too big for their And they're barkin up the tree, callin my women bitches I remember - when we used to in the park But things changed, now they bustin shots after dark Now a shame - these youngsters 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, rap shit didn't father me I birth to a lot of MC's on this earth But too blind to recognize 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 Tell you somethin, it
[Lil Aiyyo I never the game, how could I When there's so much to than bein broke and stuck in the projects Come through in a green M-3, niggaz Like "Damn, how he do a song DMC?" Don't about it, just know I'm in the game now He was such a cute kid, why he sellin now But past tense, I'm rappin now, bought myself a house with a pool, backyard and a glass fence There's no time for celebration, mind If you ain't for money what the hell are you chasin? Go against ICU I'll put barrel to your back You who this is, Lil Mizzo and Darryl Mack I a man since I got in the hood, flow so much niggaz get jealous Like I can't stand he drop his hood How could you not Run-D.M.C. For the first rappers to get they handprints in Hollywood They deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm 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 would leave the game my people love me too much Because rap is my and I watched it grow up Man I'm still here breathin, my eyes these rapper cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em They got the to rap about cars and iced out jewels Man you rented it from Jacob you ain't me or schoolin D On how to MC, I be the pick of the I've been in the game years but I'll still spit a winner my people from the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter Knockin balls out the park, gettin fitter Don't duck too and don't jump too fast I roll with young who put a foot in your ass They be the new sensation, the generation Queens, Dirty Jersey, California situation If I kiss the game goodbye, I leave I would go and fix some fake MC's, I'm out DMC
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