Song | See the Man on the Street |
Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
Album | The Four Horsemen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ultramagnetic MC's | |
Yo don! | |
I got a white... mask | |
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves | |
And nobody know who i am | |
I will not take my mask off to reveal | |
Check it out but i'ma drop lyrics | |
You know what? hit it | |
Yo niggaz wanna get in the backdoor, but fuck it | |
Rappers can't rap a lick, chompin on other dick | |
I gotta do this for x, and make them brothers quit | |
Don't try that sissy shit, that gettin busy shit | |
I bang a nail up in your dooty hole and booty quick | |
Rappers know me, i'm bugged, i chop your ass right | |
Take that body and bag it, then i'm out of sight | |
I got the f.b.i., not the f.o.i. | |
Tryin to find the design, and ? went underline | |
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax | |
People they know, i'm out the hospital | |
Cold buggin and illin like dr. doolittle | |
You better walk up the street, now look around black | |
See that man on the street, who's at the corner yea (8x) | |
Back to hell to the graveyard | |
With fog on the street, you see the ghostrider homepiss | |
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin | |
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up, yea yea | |
Down with the x, i'm at the basement | |
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement | |
Cement i went, just hid em in the vent | |
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out | |
Before the cops came, i cleaned the blood up | |
I called detectives in town and said yo whattup | |
I wasn't home - somebody's in my house | |
I took them rappers back out, up in a pickup truck | |
Think i'd tell on myself? | |
See that man on the street, who's at the corner yea (10x) | |
Yeah | |
I'm not gon' reveal myself | |
Still standing here with this black cape on | |
White gloves, these big silver boots | |
Ain't nobody notice how i fly, how high | |
So i'll see you on the next issue | |
Catch me at the forbidden planet |
zuo ci : Ultramagnetic MC' s | |
Yo don! | |
I got a white... mask | |
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves | |
And nobody know who i am | |
I will not take my mask off to reveal | |
Check it out but i' ma drop lyrics | |
You know what? hit it | |
Yo niggaz wanna get in the backdoor, but fuck it | |
Rappers can' t rap a lick, chompin on other dick | |
I gotta do this for x, and make them brothers quit | |
Don' t try that sissy shit, that gettin busy shit | |
I bang a nail up in your dooty hole and booty quick | |
Rappers know me, i' m bugged, i chop your ass right | |
Take that body and bag it, then i' m out of sight | |
I got the f. b. i., not the f. o. i. | |
Tryin to find the design, and ? went underline | |
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax | |
People they know, i' m out the hospital | |
Cold buggin and illin like dr. doolittle | |
You better walk up the street, now look around black | |
See that man on the street, who' s at the corner yea 8x | |
Back to hell to the graveyard | |
With fog on the street, you see the ghostrider homepiss | |
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin | |
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up, yea yea | |
Down with the x, i' m at the basement | |
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement | |
Cement i went, just hid em in the vent | |
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out | |
Before the cops came, i cleaned the blood up | |
I called detectives in town and said yo whattup | |
I wasn' t home somebody' s in my house | |
I took them rappers back out, up in a pickup truck | |
Think i' d tell on myself? | |
See that man on the street, who' s at the corner yea 10x | |
Yeah | |
I' m not gon' reveal myself | |
Still standing here with this black cape on | |
White gloves, these big silver boots | |
Ain' t nobody notice how i fly, how high | |
So i' ll see you on the next issue | |
Catch me at the forbidden planet |
zuò cí : Ultramagnetic MC' s | |
Yo don! | |
I got a white... mask | |
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves | |
And nobody know who i am | |
I will not take my mask off to reveal | |
Check it out but i' ma drop lyrics | |
You know what? hit it | |
Yo niggaz wanna get in the backdoor, but fuck it | |
Rappers can' t rap a lick, chompin on other dick | |
I gotta do this for x, and make them brothers quit | |
Don' t try that sissy shit, that gettin busy shit | |
I bang a nail up in your dooty hole and booty quick | |
Rappers know me, i' m bugged, i chop your ass right | |
Take that body and bag it, then i' m out of sight | |
I got the f. b. i., not the f. o. i. | |
Tryin to find the design, and ? went underline | |
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax | |
People they know, i' m out the hospital | |
Cold buggin and illin like dr. doolittle | |
You better walk up the street, now look around black | |
See that man on the street, who' s at the corner yea 8x | |
Back to hell to the graveyard | |
With fog on the street, you see the ghostrider homepiss | |
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin | |
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up, yea yea | |
Down with the x, i' m at the basement | |
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement | |
Cement i went, just hid em in the vent | |
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out | |
Before the cops came, i cleaned the blood up | |
I called detectives in town and said yo whattup | |
I wasn' t home somebody' s in my house | |
I took them rappers back out, up in a pickup truck | |
Think i' d tell on myself? | |
See that man on the street, who' s at the corner yea 10x | |
Yeah | |
I' m not gon' reveal myself | |
Still standing here with this black cape on | |
White gloves, these big silver boots | |
Ain' t nobody notice how i fly, how high | |
So i' ll see you on the next issue | |
Catch me at the forbidden planet |