Songtext 90s flow Dj Kay Slay

90s flow

I rep New York, we above the rest
Whippin the double R [?] best
Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker
If mines don't shoot, Pistol P gon cut ya
Slay hit me up, said he need [?] Fat Joe again
So I pull a mask and the straps, now I'm going in
Mind on my money, and money bring the problems
See my nine never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot him
Summertime in the city, when the boddies drop
Your enomies will throw a party like it's Marty Gra
Nigga I'm right here, you know right where
BX New York, [?]
I'm liable to bring a lyer to a [?]
[?] push the iron on an off night
Slay got the streets locked, Mello got the guard pass
Told him 13 for the half, and he brought it back

[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killa]
You would think I'm in a laundry mat, powder everywhere
One blink like poof, I'm in time square
With a dime, man she fucking with a crime [?]
[?]
Ya'll make sure ya'll fix the G
Don't be doing nothing crookid around here, unless [?] skemeing on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibotic flow [?]
[?] cartell
[?] sippin martell
86 [?] you can ask Parsell
Raided niggas flash [?]
Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter
Snatch niggas [?]
Large Glocks [?] spots
[?] you can't [?]
You can't sneeze, huh
[?]
[?]
Hop over my gate, I [?]
[?] I ain't crazy
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
[?] sharks snorckles, russian hats collin in Ampsterdam
[?] chill factor as a rapper
My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear
Stuntin magazine [?]
They don't know how to cook rhymes and slang, most of my bings is auctioned
Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain
[?] fragrence
[?] made a belt for my pants
A hundred for the necklace, one on the watch
That's enfecsous
[?]
Live n the trentches
[?]
Guns is under the love seat with the [?] dust
[?] suitcase with the blue faces
Rubber band rapping, shoot laces
Yeah I [?] calling
It's just living out [?]
Shit so hard [?]

[Verse 4: Sheek Louch]
I wore shiney suits with Diddy, freestyles with Big
Made [?] with Hov and them, I'm back, my nigg
Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig
Half of that boy, [?]
Dropped the EP, now New York is in a frenzy
Been waiting on the Lox, these lil niggas rappin like they [?]
So I guess they waiting on they pops
Old niggas and new niggas need to know this
Ain't none of ya'll fucking with the Styles and Kiss
This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring
Beef is when I'm sitting in the garage [?]
Still go out on the block, get high, get goons and that
With you, it's only when you rap
Put the gun down pussy, who the fuck you gon clap?
Get the fuck out the game, if you wasn't hot last year, 14 gon be the same nigga

[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow

[Verse 5: Lil Fame]
I'd love to get a Grammy, and eventually will
Right now, my main focus letting them [?] build
[?] for real, [?] haters want me dead
Fuck it, god want me living, fuck prison, I'm in position
Tip top condition, listen I'm on my toes
Get pussy on the reg, got no time for these hoes
Half these niggas [?] cold blooded punks
Don't wanna shoot it out, don't want nothing
I expose niggas who [?] lived through one story
Pain in the game with me, my killers came with me
Watching everything, [?]
I was trying to lay down that murder game, kept dirt on my name
First the flame hit your brain, aimed like [?]
Give it to any nigga, any turrain
Fuck what niggas saying, man I'm tryna maintain

[Verse 6: N.O.R.E.]
Since 96, came in the game, no tricks
98 [?]
Rest in peace Chris, [?]
Still isloming it, real niggas honor it
I used to fuck with hoes that rode cock and they [?]
[?]
[?]
Was raised to protect my moms, dudes bust through the tripple [?]
Army [?]
Tech bust loose
Still smoke tree plants
Killer on the goose
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] like my fucking town
I'm with that shit, that's my shit, [?]
Fuck it, ain't I ain't gon tell them niggas suck my dick
But if they hating on this, won't tell them suck my dick

[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow

[Verse 7: Macgruff]
First of all, I'm a hundred [?]
I don't like none of y'all
[?] fall
I keep a gun and dawg
[?] ain't something to y'all
Biggie Smalls, Big Pun and Big L to y'all
That's everything that you lack in your lyrics
My flow is the results of the crack epodemic
Dirty burners baby
Murder murder baby
Baby powder, you a gurggle baby
Nothing to fuck with
Known for the thug shit
Street cirtified, hood [?]
You are now tuned into the drama house
[?]
[?]
I'm from out of New York, with gats and [?]
[?]
[?] rose
You say sebliminal shit, but you ain't say no names
Don't fuck with me, I ain't playing no games

[Verse 8: Prodigy]
Tremendous career, the leggicy of
A dirty lil New Yorker [?]
Locked in the cage, shot in the face
The fall from grace, the next hip hop [?]
My music shoot through my vains
My target locked, my pray
And I won't fold
My heart is too [?]
To give y'all the satisfaction
To see me all broke and fucked up
That day won't be [?]
[?] it's not happening
This is my dream, my my dream
Dreams, tryna take my dreams
It seems you wanna poke holes
In my coffin and [?]
It's a waste of time
It can't be done
My shit made of titaniom
And you soft like pillos

[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow