Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
destruction, tracks I be fuckin'. Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'. Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'. Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions It's the eve of
how I left him G, scared to death of me. Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one. From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done. Eve. Yo yo, E-V-E. My dogz believe in me. Petty thugz
Everyone, everywhere. feels the thrill in the air. Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve! All the streets snowy white. as they sing "Silent Night". on this holy holiday eve! All the kids
{"Testify!"} Styles P. Time I testify, listen. Why Malcolm get killed by the N. O. I. ?. I'm yellow but I'm dark for real. And why nobody flip when Martin was killed?. Why Mandela did all them
Eve, I can't believe that you could mean. What you just said. Think of what you are. How very far you are from being real Look into the mirror. Nothing there to see. Eve, I can't believe. You'd
Eve I can't believe. . That you could mean. . What you just said. . Think of what you are. . How very far you are from being real. . Look into the mirror. . Nothing there to see. . Eve
Eve, I can't believe that you could mean. What you just said. Think of what you are. How very far you are from being real Look into the mirror. Nothing there to see. Eve, I can't believe. You'd
