real short fuse and a bad attitude get outta line you know what im fittna do to ya dude act a muhfuckin fool betta not get it misconstrued Whatcha sayin Tip
like a waterfall And your lungs crystallize I'll travel the sub-zero tundra I'll break glaciers and frozen lakes And that's just the tip of the iceberg
got tip drill Nap town got tip drill Cleveland got tip drill K.C. got tip drill Miami got tip drill New Orleans got tip drill Detroit got tip drill D.C. got tip
come and it's Gonna cloud our eyes again There is not need to focus When there is nothing that's worth seeing So we trade liquor for blood And in an attempt to tip
Hay mucha gente que me dice Que no valgo madre y no voy hacer Nada porque me critican Ahora tengo feria y ellos me envidian Chingan y piden siempre me
it as to callin' a bluff But unlike you I wouldn't break da rules By jumpin' into conclusion I'd eat a steak and potato while thinkin' it over later Leave a tip
Philly, kinda hot, Charli Baltimore, long kiss goodnight I use what I got, neva step below this vivrant thang Get into the swing, do the lil' ding-ding Me and Q-tip
I reached out my arms and I touched you With soft words I whispered your name I had your love on the tip of my fingers But that was as close as I came
that hip-hoppers all over will be stung [CHORUS] (How was the rhyme brung?) Frum the tip of my tung [7X] (How was the rhyme brung?) Frum among the tip
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated for feelin' agitated You love it or you
The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles Comin from the maximum gain, the octane that's on the
Sent you a message, sent you an email Hasty decisions we may still prevail Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail Walkin' thru' the corridors of my
me Word, for REAL for real Do it hard for the love of the game Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch Jay-Dee be champion Tip be stylin' and definin
Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about Let me see if this is real When I do it, eyes lookin' at me When the music should be the only thing you
Let me, let me, let me, let me Let me tell you a story, yes About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest I be that nigga that I think ya'll know With Mr. Busta
Now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order Movin' through life at will he ill He make his own teeth growl wit his generous style But he still
Aww, looky here, looky here, looky here You out the frame with it, you off the chain with it You out the frame with it, woman, woman You got your girlfriend
