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test environment
Enter Hempstead A
Tekst piosenki
A, you know what Im sayin
You wanna send some shout-outs to your peoples?
Yeah Id lie to give a shout-out to Parkside
Whole Strong Island, the east coast, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
Lindenplace, all my peoples on Parkside militia keepin it real
My man crazy Sam, Russel Simmons, my moms
Kedar Entertainment, the Smith brothers, my whole label
And everybody out there supportin east coast
Alright, well this is
Now you should get his autograph sweetheart cuz hes about to blow up
Hit em with some flavors, let em know what you about
Yes yes, check it out
Know what Im sayin?
Ima show you how the east coast rock
A, no doubt hell turn the party out (4X)
Confession
We keep it representin our section
So guys hit the shorty for the east coast resurrection
YEAH, destruction of the wack MC
We gone get back on that tip like it used to be
Now who remember when MCs couldnt touch the mic
If they skills wasnt tight then they best took flight
Prepare for combat, wield the contract, let the labels front
I be like Wu-Tang and put the joint from out the trunk
My situation is mad tight
So corny MC's take a hike
Before I ignite wit the dynamite
And blow your crew away just like McVey
I get you, and hit you wit the Parkside militia
I gets iller, than any disease thats known to man
Destroy the race of rappers like a Nazi plan
Damn, so
You wanna send some shout-outs to your peoples?
A
Yeah Id lie to give a shout-out to Parkside
Whole Strong Island, the east coast, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
Lindenplace, all my peoples on Parkside militia keepin it real
My man crazy Sam, Russel Simmons, my moms
Kedar Entertainment, the Smith brothers, my whole label
And everybody out there supportin east coast
Alright, well this is
A
Now you should get his autograph sweetheart cuz hes about to blow up
Hit em with some flavors, let em know what you about
A
Yes yes, check it out
Know what Im sayin?
A
Ima show you how the east coast rock
A, no doubt hell turn the party out (4X)
Confession
We keep it representin our section
So guys hit the shorty for the east coast resurrection
YEAH, destruction of the wack MC
We gone get back on that tip like it used to be
Now who remember when MCs couldnt touch the mic
If they skills wasnt tight then they best took flight
Prepare for combat, wield the contract, let the labels front
I be like Wu-Tang and put the joint from out the trunk
My situation is mad tight
So corny MC's take a hike
Before I ignite wit the dynamite
And blow your crew away just like McVey
I get you, and hit you wit the Parkside militia
I gets iller, than any disease thats known to man
Destroy the race of rappers like a Nazi plan
Damn, so
A