Текст песни Jeru the Damaja - 99.9 Pa Cent
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You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get buckedThe original, Dirty Rotten`s fuckin shit upEmpty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gutAll punks play the floor, it`s raw and hardcoreHotter than a meteor, scorching ego`sFake ho, gangsters and super heroesCops pull me over like you under arrestSome niggas I know act like bitches without breastDick riders, I hope you got your latexCuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sexThe arrest echoes through your projectMet Billie Jean, had safe sexSome MC`s get caught up in the vortexMixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checksListen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressedEverytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chestActin like you want some, but wan`t noneQuick to make your finger like a gun, but faggotsnever bust noneChorus: repeat 4X99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain`t shitAnd most of these niggas suck dickAmateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injuryBiters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industrySwords in my back, all for the benjiesI`m screamin off key, another body? No I`m back in 3DPlus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotateDick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflateWantin respect, bust suspect hit the deckThis ain`t just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the setFriendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eyeVessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supplybut don`t get caught the same nigga`ll testifySwitch like a bitch, you not from East New YorkYouse a motherfuckin snitchChorusHip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smellyFreak show, flows and hoes back at the tellyNot your average nigga, gets more nasty than Dirk DigglerI`m back like the night, swoopin down on The RiddlerFake thugs talk tough, but he`s off the triggerSo shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liverMake ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-LotCannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shotI`m the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to warI get raw, add another mic to the one`s I ripShootin the gift, when the East is in the houseYou should come equippedChorusWord up, peace I`m outThe original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel