How many more years have I got To let you dog me around? How many more years, baby How many more years I got To let you dog me around? I'd really be dead
(Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf) How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
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baseball bat That one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But nowadays I don't know how
, then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches So many years of depression
King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring" You tell me that wasn't verse of the year Man that
rhymes on a blackboard To get specific to probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan It's simple, I'm a round it off like this That's how many
How you gonna tell me no, yo, the fuck you is in Locked in a four block radius like a public prison Twenty-two year old, Dunn, ain't got a cup to piss
was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the
keep the change [Kevin McCall] Beats I be serving, Saks Fifth splurging Diamonds got so many cuts call my jeweler the surgeon Ain't nobody fucking with me label me the virgin I'm hot b-b
through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen B
Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you How many get the keys like to *** I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggaz know, infrareds
me? Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me Get less and make more like me Hunt a nigga down like the predator like me Keep the macs in the drawer like me How many
your face invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know
Will They Die 4 You - Lil' Kim Yeah 1 - How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those
is old You ain't know you're packin' like the block is sold How could it be from the deepest darkest of zero To become king of New York like De Niro
