Billie Jean 2005 (feat. Mr. Hyde) - Necro

No, no, no diggity This is the remix, remix (No diggity) Brought to you by Blackstreet (One, one, one, two) No diggity, no doubt Play on, play that (One, one, one, two) She was a gold digger (One, one, one, one, one, one, one, two) Yo Black drop the verse She was more like a beauty queen From a movie scene (Uh huh) Said I don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one (Yeah) Who will dance on the floor in a round (No, no, no diggity) She said I am the one (Yeah) So we dance on the floor in a round, babe (Say what?) No, no, no diggity (Yeah) She told me her name was Billie Jean And she caused a scene (Uh huh) Then every head turned with eyes That dreamed of being the one (No diggity) Who would dance on the floor in a round, babe (No, no, no diggity) People always told me Be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts (no, no diggity) And momma always told me be careful who you love Be careful (dig it up) of what you do (dig it up) Because a lie becomes the truth, hey Billie Jean is not my lover (No doubt) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son No diggity, no doubt about it She said I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son (No, no, no, no diggity, one, one, one, one, two) For forty days and for forty nights I was on the scene (uh huh) But who can stand when she's in demand Her schemes and plans (yeah) So we danced on the floor in a round (No, no, no diggity) So take my strong advice Just remember to always think twice (Yeah, uh) Don't think twice, don't think twice She told my baby we'd danced till three And she looked at me (Uh huh) Then showed a photo of baby crying Eyes were like mine So we danced on the floor in a round, babe No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (No diggity, no diggity.the bridge) People always told me be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts But she came and stood right by me Just the smell of sweet perfume It's happening much too soon She called me to the room, hey yeah Billie Jean (uh huh) is not my lover (yeah) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) The kid is not my son The kid is not my son, she said I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But The kid is not my son, yeah (No, no, no digitty, no diggity) Oh, no, no, no Billie Jean Billie Jean is (Yeah) is not my lover (No doubt) She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son No diggity, no doubt about it She said I am the one, oh yeah The kid is not my son (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Billie, Billie, Billie Jean Ad lib Until fade

Yeh, KGR par Necro whats poppin Godfathers shit (1: Kool G Rap) Hello, welcome to the rough side of the shit The schoolyard lay on the strip Where hollow tips chip the red off the bricks Gully niggas get bread off the stick, take the pres' off your wrist Press off a clip and jet off with chips Show you what life like, pass the lights in the skyscrapers The green bulbs on the bridges Malicious militias, take you to shit I bet you wish you never visit But come where the guns bang in the slum like a set of drums This where eardrums get rung like a target range Day time, dark of night, see the spark exchange Armed robbery in your home, get the carpet stained Get Carson change, up in that drug market game They will gang-bang your main squeeze Have your chick tongue touchin dick vein on her knees before they flame squeeze Knew niggas that moved out of state to claim p's Murderin the streets, the roads and the lanes bleed We might bring it from different angles, but the same breed Movie shit, you pay rental fees to hang with G It's me (Kool G Rap) It's wolf eyes in the dark The goon guys, when the moon rise, then it start Leave homie torn apart with flies on his heart We prowl in the wild, smell blood like a shark Hoodied up, covered below the eyes with the scarf And you might find behind you, wolf eyes in the dark The four-pounds put 'em down, the knives leavin marks We make criminal activity rise off the chart We strike for the windpipe in your ride when you parked Then we ambush, line 'em up, wolf eyes in the dark (2: Mr. Hyde) Aiyo, my cretins make you nervous Satan's demons at your service From beneath the surface Serpents, here to separate your cervix See we mutilate you first, then illuminate what hurts Then rejuvenate the jux, blood'll lubricate the earth Much worse than Al-Qaeda, Camp Crystal Lake crusader Bet my blade'll agitate a hater when I lacerate him If I catch you disrespect, the effect will be direct 9 millimeter Tecs, wet and disconnect your neck Blessed by the death reverend, my brethren is severing Your pulse, crack that cap open, stick a bloody feather in I'm shredding up your stomach, there's a bunch of organs puncturing A ton of blood is plummeting in buckets from the bludgeoning Your lungs no longer functioning, my job is death-delivering Considering the thought to leave your liver there, quivering Shivering, my fridge is full of meat, like The Butcher Shop #1 With a Bullet, pull my Glock and lick a shot (Kool G Rap) (3: Necro) Like a beast in a cage, like Liam Neeson in The Grey Rip a piece of your face off, like I haven't eaten decent in days In the precinct, cause the police were sent to my residence For evidence, but evidently came up negative ever since Worse than a molester, you're a faggot like Sylvester Dressed in burlesque, messed up mentality, obsessed with smegma Chase you through the wilderness looking to kill you, bitch Cause your pussy smells like Gefilte fish, filthiness We're pinnacle gangsters, catching Pamela Lee head You disrespect G'Fathers, your family's dead Dumped in the river, pumped with caliber lead Get left with stumps, punk motherfucker, pass the Italian bread Ravioli shit, kill you on some cadaverous holy shit Like a psycho chasing you through a labyrinth, stab up your colon quick My portfolio's filled with pics of victims I killed with clips Kidnap your children for chips, you better chill with the bullshit Faggot (Kool G Rap)