Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
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[Music:Fang/Vitoz Lyrics:JNE/Vitoz] It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think
's so easy, easy) (It's so easy, easy) It's so easy It's so right (Bartender) It's so easy To rock it all night It's so easy It's so right (Bartender
little Jack and Jill They ski down a hill There's a snow plow turn Look, there's a spill There's a spill on the hill When you're down, it's a thrill
glow Let's dance in blood and pretend it's snow Even Mao Tse Tung is under the spell It's Christmas time in Hell Adolf, here's a present for you Oh,
me if I were you All the glamour all the fun and the endless days of sun And the endless nights of stew And I'm talking to a shoe Three pairs of ankle
Talk to her please Mister Sun, speak to her Mister Rainbow And take her under your branches, Mister Tree! Whisper to her, Mister Wind, sing to her Mister
tell him to fall back I'm goin' real big in V.I.P., hear that loud tack See, it's me and Chris in here, so you know it's real thick in here Better get
knee?s Bring ya to ya knee?s Bring ya, bring ya to ya knee?s To ya knee?s Bring ya, bring ya, bring ya to ya knee?s I?m a bad girl I?ma do what I do
Okay, let's go, I'm with it And you know And you got it And I'm ready I'm so in love with you No lie, I'm telling the truth I'm your woman Now, baby
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family
hatin', but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True chocolate mack who's pocket's
k them tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's
of bricks and a whip baby Please, I got plenty of V's What you want the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5 That's when I opened my eyes I was dreamin, damn
star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are
sure to get heard cracked I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs But my posse's still labeled street thugs L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs Can't use