Yo, my man, how bad do you it? You know how many I threw the pitch, and they never caught it? I told them to bring lyric, but they never brought it Scared to get off, cheated, deleted, rejected and shorted? Yo, how bad do you it? Fear I ain't got no for it If you want it, yo there's the track;put your on it!
This hunger of me's unexplainable, Kris The we put in this box will be put into disc Birth and ever, these family is hurtin' of my sisters is pregnant, fuckin' feel like murkin' All I have is my word and my And my fam and my music for them all the Dominican animal ready to damage, you puttin' Pressure to rappers that think they can you, Kris (uh huh) We been through it all, the grimiest days, this earth Ready for my brain, comin' to (word) Everyone everyone Do you hear me,
Well You grimy and But how long you gonn' me? You really down for this cause or just the money? I be up in them to be hot, so dusty and ugly be funny, it's all dark, nothin' sunny Can you walk with me? Talk me? Pop the cork with me? When we in other cities, will you rep New York me? (yeah!) I respect and honor Discipline and no How bad you it, poppa? (with all my)
is the key to it all (remember) Get used to my face, we the of all By mi gente, yo I go low to like them Washington Heights Niggaz (say yeah!)
you rap, will you stab my back? (never) You gimme a track, will you take that (never) I the word, yo you bustin' your Gatt? (whatever) Respect from your crew? They livin' that? (they better) This is no game! Why should I make you You I'm the philosopha How bad do you it? How bad do you it? If you see it, you can believe it, it, retrieve it and flaunt it How bad do you want, it, there's the track, if you want it You got to put your on it!
How bad do I want it? I'm ready to die Big A serious man with blood in my eyes for Success doesn't come It's be dark a while until I see light (that's right!) is it?
This is no game, why I do it? KRS-One, me and Peedo runnin' it I saw you down the street in You you had the beats was comin', like "I Got Next" So we upstairs, my man Choco hooked it up This is KRS-Oneturn my up! Wha (wha-,wha-) How bad do you it? How bad do you see it? How bad do you it? How bad do you you can be it? If you doubt, you're out If you believe, you can I got the on lock, but I'm gonna hand you the Keys like Alicia You know my style, you know I'm the Philosopha, minister, emcee, Hiphop's spiritual With the You comin' with me? You with me? In the spirit LaRock, JMJ and Pun is with me Yo, cats be to me ALL the time With the rawest But two later, they fall to crime If you to this song, and you want to be put on You must be to the cats that made you strong It could be your friend, your father, you sister, your mother, your brother or other remember the days when YOU was under! Before the Hummer, the Benz the hundreds, before the fifties, the twenties and tens When you was thirsty, the living water, and who poured it Now ask yourself, how bad do you it?