[Chorus: female + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I never ever say) (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would never ever say) Goodbye (Woo - and I never ever say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)
Yo yo, who the game 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 been doin it since you cats was still in diapers But it seems to me these cats are too big for their britches And they're up the wrong tree, callin my women bitches I remember - we used to rhyme in the park But things changed, now they bustin shots after dark Now that's a - these youngsters see me in the streets Ask me O.G. how you do it it seem like nothin to it I never lost 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 blind to recognize the truth and it What would you do if I said 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 leave the game, how could I When there's so much to accomplish bein broke and stuck in the projects Come through in a M-3, niggaz dickridin Like "Damn, how he do a song DMC?" worry about it, just know I'm in the game now He was such a cute kid, why he sellin now But struggling's past tense, I'm rappin now, bought a house with a pool, backyard and a glass fence There's no for celebration, mind elevation If you ain't searchin for what the hell are you chasin? Go against ICU I'll put this to your back You know who is, Lil Mizzo and Darryl Mack I been a man I got in the hood, flow so much niggaz get jealous Like I stand when he drop his hood How could you not Run-D.M.C. For bein the first rappers to get handprints in Hollywood They deserve the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin I can be the best in less than a second I'm takin over the industry, knows us I'm only 17 but my 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 still here breathin, my seein 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 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 from the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter Knockin balls out the park, physically fitter Don't duck too slow and jump too fast I roll with soldiers who put a foot in your ass They be the new sensation, the next Hollis Queens, Dirty Jersey, situation If I kiss the game goodbye, before I I would go and fix fake MC's, I'm signin out DMC
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