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Maestro Fresh Wes - Tear It Up Şarkı Sözleri [ltd] yo maestro, let´s go. you ready man? [maestro fresh wes] yeah, yeah, yeah. i´m ready [l] yo, let´s trash it up man. show all these suckers what time it is [m] aight [l] you know what i´m sayin´, word. so here it is [m] let´s get it over with [l] tear it up now [maestro fresh wes] rolling, strolling, rockin´ and rollin´ one hundred dollar bills i´m unfolding crowds are controling lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope but nope it´s not stolen words are forbidden, no i ain´t kidding check any damsel, maestro is ridden ´nuff ammunition, capable precision kill competition, like a religion mcs i´m cussing, they ain´t nothing egos i´m crushing, asses i´m busting fly girls i rack, skeezos i slap them sucker i jack up, i don´t rap up i tear it up! thy kingdom come, thy will be done too late to run, maestro is one you´re no ruler to me you´re more like a liar you´re just a squire handing out flyers i am much higher, you´re a low bidder wes pulls a trigger your get rigger nigga, ltd´s an outstander mc fresh wes, a mc commander goto my show because i said so i´m a pimp and the crowd is one big, (ho) viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer i hold the mic you´re rowdy like piper hyperactive your rap is wack kid don´t even breath or i´ll rip like jack did helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut my boys are ice melters well respected, dame´s interested bulls in bank, invested i tear it up! hi, why, brother that´s dry drug free body and my rhymes are fly you cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff i smoke your ass like smoking a spliff won´t cease my mic is my piece use of the alter with the high priest beast, bleak, your record is weak we bought to break it on the concrete i disregard it, ltd barred it we holds the mic, you´re a target i tear it up! party´s packed, b-boys jumping dames in the back, bumpin´ beats go boom, the sound´s in tune like hast to calhoun, we rock the room pay´s low, fortress of mold the frenzy will grow because i said so so, hell no this is def hands be swinging from right to left fresh wes, is in the flesh ltd´s on the set and it became blessed wine, grind ´til the sunshine bust the next rhyme, next time |
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