Def Squad

Def Squad - No Guest List lyrics

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Yo  hey yo  I step out the shell like a black pearl
 But come to destroy you of all worlds
 I eat you inside out like stress
 The best  I never lose a rhyme contest
 While troublesome black rolls flows
 Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
 Props grow like crops
 Desert boot Clarks wit no socks
 Parking space killer stay out my lot
 You hear my voice  you see my face  you know my name
 I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
 I battle with words, go to war with ideas
 You defeat me never in a million years
 The factor of the rapture
 Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
 They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
 But then you got caught up in my final thought
 Nigga

 Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)

 [ Redman ]
 Yo, yo, yo, yo
 I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
 You the tightest motha fucka let me find out
 When I pull mines out
 I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House
 Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
 Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
 Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out
 Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth
 You know E and Keith when we brawl
 I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
 And overall, on yall a protocal
 My style is Kabal, finish him
 For the Benjamins
 Fools call me the Grinch
 Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth
 While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot
 When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch

 Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight

 [ Erick Sermon ]
 Yo, yo
 Its E the assassin ANTONIO BANDERAS
 Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
 So face it, some of yall should go back to basics
 Before the prom, before Sissy Spacik
 Reevaluate whats right for you
 From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker
 I dig a hole so deep you cant return
 And hear about the episode on Howard Stern
 Im born wit heart I blast ya
 Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
 Playing me one time thats unforgivin
 I got a body one count and we aint bullshittin
 We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik
 In the business I work every circuit
 Im bigger, better, and deafer
 So however, wherever, whenever, heffer

 Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Recordings

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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