Housing the Joint Schoolly D

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One, two, three, hit me!

Turn up the microphone in my hand
I'm a brother of this land
You came to the party, see the look on your face
I'm standing on stage and I'm in your place
You say I tried to diss you when I steal your style
But the days you was rockin' I still a little child
What's up man, stop frontin'
What is, is; what ain't, ain't nuttin'
I'm rockin' to the break of dawn baby
Standing on stage might go a little crazy
Me and Cold Money just housing the joint
Yo, yo, yo what's up my man, did you get my point?

One, two, three, hit me!

Thank you, for lettin' me, be myself again [scratch and cut]

Thank you, for lettin' me, be myself again [scratch and cut]

One, two, three, hit me!

Way down on the ave, jumped into the ride
[?] need, you come inside
Walked through the door, dance on the floor
Five-two in the place man it's gonna be war
Standin' on stage and ya beg for more
Gonna do all the things that you do adore
Gonna rap on the mic 'til my throat is sore
My man Cold Money got guts galore
Two years ago he wasn't [?]
But nowadays we're down by law
Rockin' to the break of dawn baby
Standing on stage might go a little crazy
Me and Cold Money just housing the joint
Yo, yo, yo what's up homes, did you get my point?