Just Rhymin Wit Kane Lyrics

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Selected song name: Just Rhymin Wit Kane
Singer Name: Big Daddy Kane
Lyrics written by: Big Daddy Kane

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Just Ice
The immortal
Come on
As we move


"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"


Just Ice international


"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"


Caution, red alert, time to do work
Mammy with the wet lips sipping on some crist'
And em over there, honey drinking belvedere
Smoking blunts everywhere saying peace to Premier
Yeah, a** shaking, get this thing popping
A** for the taking, got that sh*t rocking
B*t*hes one side, n***as on the next
We thinking about cake, they talking about sex
I'm talking toasters and roasters, ain't always tryna pose
I'm getting closer and closer that gun push your nose up
Y'all feel, me feel me, even if you can't see me
From the streets to the beat, let it go, yo watch me freak
Okay, here's the final round
This is how it goes down
I got six loaded clips, sick corroded clips
Belvedere everywhere, Hennessy and the Cris'
We getting drunk and smoked out whole room getting choked out
Hydro and a flow, this b*t*h wanna toke but nope
Stay strong, nothing love of my team
The part I play is strong, but we got to get the cream
By any means we stay doing our thing
Motherf**kers so dumb they can't figure where it's coming from
They got school wrong, all they do is pull triggers
All they do: dig out b*t*hes, some even digging n***as
What the f**k? The rap game changing everyday
Hard rocks walk away, now this sh*t is turning gay
All I say, you come hear it with me with it
You get your sh*t broke the f**k up your cap get twisted
I spit it Just Ice, colossus, immortal
Any time that I come I got some banging sh*t for you
So y'all just chill, sit back relax
That real motherf**ker is back, that's a rap, gangsta

"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"


Look, I'm from the streets where them kids like clapping
Corner stores sell the midnight dragon, got right out the game and had to get right back in
Any day, sh*t might happen and that be on the real
Cats be on your heels, gats be on reveal
I got n***as that seen trial
I got some n***as about to walk the green mile up in the P now
Meanwhile i try to excel deeper, make my pockets smell sweeter
With cheddar spreading more than Velveeta
Make sure you flip the dough in the the 2 triple 0
Come through sip the Mo', I be that true gigolo
See me getting a** in the ride
Scrub style from the pa**enger side, you asking to die?
Sh*t, couldn't f**k with this on your best night
I scream let's fight, n***as turn transvest**e and don't dress right
When the red light is pointed at your chest sight
You just might, wanna check your vest tight, n***a

"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"