The Big East lyrics

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Send "The Big East" Ringtone to your Cell Awwww....yeaaaah... Who is the man with the hats with the snaps droppin` the raps with the truth to the youth that`s bustin` the caps? Who could it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a tree? No it`s me: Capital A capital S capital E. Boomin` like thunda strikin` like lightnin`. Welcome to my Slaughtahouse I know it`s frightenin`. I`m hittin` em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle. My foot`s on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle. I`m turbo-boostin` from Houston to Vegas. You want us to quit, but shit, you can`t make us. There`s too much money to make, money to get, money to earn. My pockets are on `E`, and I want money to burn. I got GUSTO, plus yo, I`m zeekin` `em. Rollin` with L.D., Ken, Eyce, and Neek and `em. Phat tracks, I`m freakin` `em, word to your auntie. It`s written all over your face, I know you want me. Scientifical mathematical war. Rhymes and beats harder than Trigonometry 4. So open your books to page one, and I`ll show you how it`s done, it`s the roughneck kid without a gun. I`m laughin`-- ha ha! -- it`s fun to watch you weep as you`re cryin`, dyin`, try and figure out the Jeep Ass Nig-guh, bigger and better and badder than ever before, hittin` with hardcore lyrical calesthenics that make me sore. And the shower of fire, supplier of the real, get with the program and I`m slammin` like Shaquille. Right on your head, do what I said, backin` me up is the D: (Lord Digga:)You must be crazy if you wanna mess with me. Cuz I am not the one, kid. Oh no, he ain`t the one, son. The shank in my sock will chop you like an onion. So Boom, head for the hills, head for the freakin` border. I slaughter, like Great White Sharks, I`m makin` sparks. Refrain: 4x Comin` from the Big East, boy, we ain`t slippin`. (`Don`t you know?`) Don`t even think about it, yeah. As I walk through Brooklyn, Compton or whatever, I wonder why black folks don`t wanna stick together. We talk about justice, and how little we get, yet black men be killin` black men for talkin` shit... (right...right...) (`Here`s the one, that one that always talkin` shit...`) [gun shots] How the hell we supposed to wage war against the powers that be when we are still our own worst enemy. That`s why I`m the Masta, I`m tryin` to tell you kid, I`ll break it down simply, right back to the freestiddyle. I`m bashin` --BREAKIN`-- I`ll fry you like bacon. I don`t smoke blunts, boy, you must be mistaken. I do smoke mics and MCs that come widdem. I hit `em and get `em and sit `em down, then I spit `em out some lyrical phlegm from deep within me. I`m not John, but I`m Madd-en I`ll give you Moore than Demi. I burn like tobasco, your ass, yo don`t beg (?) Miss Crabtree, Stumpy said you had a wooden leg. So I brought my axe and a box full of termites, cuz I got your big, fat booty in my sites. I`m not from Philly, but I fly like an Eagle, my rap book is thicker than a catalog from Spiegel. A Regal, I do not drive, I drive a Jeep and I should say drove one, some suckers caught me sleepin`. But next time they break in my car to rip the Ase off, I`ll have a pitbull waitin` to rip their freakin` face off. (Sick `em boy...) [barking and yelling] Refrain 4x (`On and on and on, it`s on...` `On and on and on, it`s on. Send " The Big East" Ringtone to your Cell The Big East lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | The Big East lyrics @ ELyrics | The Big East lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | The Big East lyrics @ Songlyrics | The Big East lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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