Another One Bites The Dust Kasinova The Don (Ft. Mr. Bo'z Tha Spokesman)

[Intro]
Yeah...
I mean damn, I know what you're thinking it's like: (Yo this shit is Jazzed up, DAMN)
Imma pull this one off right?
Yeah, well. You take some Jazz... (Yeah?)
With a little bit of that Thug shit I got going on here right now...
You come up with this:(with this) (Ready?)
(Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top let the wind blow
I'm rolling nothing but the lab while i'm mobbin' with my kin first
Ready for the world, catch me bustin' at my adversaries
I hope they ready for the cemetery
Juveniles runnin' wild back in Rikers Isle
Makin' motherfucker bleed when they grip the crowd
Show no mercy or be dead now
The Game is funny so you better keep your head down, I'm talkin' money now
Cross my trues as I break the rules, a lot of rappers sellin' out, watch the Game improve
Hard hairs make them sore fast
You must have lost your mind if you ever tried to stop Kas'
Keys give me the beat and let me rock a motherfucker back to sleep as I creep in my black Jeep
I sweep niggas off they feet as soon as they make a move
And I still got nothin' to lose

[Hook]
I hear them talkin', don't come my way
Don't you know that we don't play? (Cause we don't play)
We be on the block all day
Plus my cat spits for me. (Spits for me)
It's just Another One That Bites The Dust
So Bite The Dust. (Yeah)
It's just Another One That Bites The Dust
So Bite The Dust