BET's rap city Lyrics

BET's rap city Lyrics

[Young Zee:]
Eagle, what up
Ya, sing kids
Little badass kids, bricks
This sh*t ain't PG, this sh*t rated X
f**k

Young, R.I.P. Easy E
Open mic Eric Sermon and I'm young PMD
Plus, I DJ like Evil D
I don't bang, but still it's Playboy PBG
I got fans like R Kelly, please pee on me
I'm solo now, bow to the new King Young Zee
I dropped the twelve disciples, they tryna eat for free, ha ha ha ha
We want the cash and the Bimmer keys
I stuffed the eagle in your f**kin niece's teeth
Bricks, we leave people six feet beneath
My knife sharp as the claw on the eagle's feet
I had guns that sweeped the street before Keef was Chief
I played Isleys Between the Sheets at a meet and greet
And Teena Marie
Please don't try me please
Or get shot with IEDs, bam!

[Open Mike Eagle:]
One, two
Hey one, two, hey one, two
Wishin' that they were all
One, two, one, two
Yeah

Yeah, we bump the outhouse demos
Singing outa townhouse windows
(Mama say mama sa mama coosa)
Aunts pacing for blood circulation
It's outside Chi, I grew up percolating
Doing footwork impersonations and got busy
The TV was fuzzy, the channel was not Disney
Snares trapped like a caught grizzly
Caught hell like a launched Frisbee
Used to eat at Catfish Digby's, little Eagle in the big city
I made a count like, this many
I'm in a fountain try a pinch pennies
We had to run, it was unfriendly
Stuck out her tongue like, come get me
Summer sun, she was mad pretty
Watching the bootleg of Hav Plenty
This BET's Rap City
And shout to Zee for going back with me
One, two
One, two, yeah

Wishing that they were all