Song Lyrics Basket Case - Connections NY2MTL    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> B>> Basket Case Singer Lyrics [Basket Case other resources]>> Connections NY2MTL Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Basket Case Music Title/Track: Connections NY2MTL Theme ID: 9131 Album: N/A Mr. Q] Yeah, yeah. Check it out. Yo, yo, yo [CHORUS: Mr. Q] It's the connection It's the connection It's the connection It's the connect son It's the connection It's the connection It's the connection It's the connect son Mr. Q and Mikey Styles, shit is live Yeah, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Mr. Q] So watch the story of a young thug Niggas is busting Niggas is trying to get they hand on our cheddar, but whatever Part of my mission, is to reach my destinatino Son, you with me? Aight, then let's make it happen Yo with this rap shit, I'm in it I worry y'all niggas stick it and bring it A lot of niggas talk about the next nigga Is kyou real or are you faking jacks? Y'all niggas ain't live The whole way niggas is standing in the pair of fly ties Niggas bringing the drama My niggas Deeper than the Mobb Bring the shit like you want it You can't bust me I'm like the holy son, the son of Jehovah ??? niggas puch your Range Rover Put y'all to sleep You try to creep after seeing niggas freed you I'll leave you with a death wish Your peoples miss you thinking you're alive My niggas kick your ass for a ride Now you gone, dead These niggas took your head Instead of fucking with us you better get with us And be the last nigga thinking that you got through And defeat you, you feel offended, then money bring it I take no shorts, I leave you niggas on a crusty cross While your priest bother calling Has a sly trade of where my crew is from The heart of Bushwick I bring it back to Allah 'Cause niggas make you cry if you front on some bullshit But still you fronted Now you bump heads with real niggas You don't want it But yo, you got disrespected Hit you on the spot, must respect it You got rejected That's what you get when you fuck with rap With the real niggas Nigga you get his cap peeled, shit is real son Yeah, yeah, yo, yo Thug bust a slug Niggas don't give a fuck son If ya want it, then you bring it Yo, yo Thug bust a slug Niggas don't give a fuck son If ya want it, then you bring it [Verse 2: Mikey Styles] Welcome, on the East side of things We 'bout the dookie links, diamond rings and things Head come around, try throw foul swings Back stabbing enemies, claim defending Never shake hands with a crooked wanna be Only real niggas feel the true energy So feel the vibe nigga Hit ya kind of red Represent yours, time to make this shit shine 'Cause rappers that be looking from the side Then they go and party to heads that's always live Ain't fakers whose be down with us, because we bust Criticize the rappers have had enough of what we say Mad love to niggas who live what we say East, West, North, South niggas all day We gonna bust your ear drums Call you dun, son You know how we do [CHORUS] [Mr. Q] Mr. Q and Mikey Styles, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, yo young thug busting slugs Niggas don't give a fuck If ya want it son then bring it Young thug busting slugs Niggas don't give a fuck If ya want it, then you bring it [Mikey Styles] Yo, yo Let's take it to the streetside, the real side So don't move an inch, don't even flinch Just grab you bag of money Now it's time you represent Ain't nothing changed, the crew is stilll snatching ends I'm chilling, sipping Shon Dom's(sp?) You know how we do I get my buzz on [Mr. Q] It's the connect son It's the connect son It's the connect son It's the connects It's the connection It's the connect son It's the connect son It's the connect son Niggas know better not to run this nigga Q My shit, is lyrical when I drop it on This shit is ludicris, I plant them in tears So a lot of niggas out there don't like my style dun Fuck a man, I'm going underground So listen to my sound Word is bond son, niggas is dumb Pass me the gun, fuck ya beef and ya speech Come clean in every scene Try to make it on my own Dukes throw up, they say she try to lose me I got crazy drama Can count on my mama I'm going insane, got fucking hoes in my brain Trying to maintain, buy yo I still a fucking mess I'm stressed, now I'm smoking cease Reality got my mind, you know what I'm saying It's the connection Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Rescue Me, I Cry, Big Spender, Diamonds Are Forever, Goldfinger, Moonraker, (Where Do I Begin) Love Story, As Long as He Needs Me, Big Spender, Diamonds Are Forever, Goldfinger, Moonraker, Something, This Is My Life, Never, Never, Never, If You Go Away, Killing Me Softly With His Song, Moon River, Send in the Clowns, Yesterday, When I Was Young, If I Never Sing Another Song, Jesse, The Boy From Ipanema, How Insensitive, La Passione, Hey Big Spender, If Only, Only You, Peppermint Skylight, When The Sun Sets, Candida, Donna Carmela Gonzales, Ein Herz Steht Nie Still, ICH HAB NOCH SAND IN DEN SCHUHEN AUS HAWAII, Ich Moumlcht Der Knopf An Deiner Bluse Sein, ICH M?CHT DER KNOPF AN DEINER BLUSE SEIN, Judy, JULIE JULIE JULIE I LOVE YOU, Komm Auf Das Schiff Meiner Traumlume, Komm Auf Das Schiff Meiner TrUme, Maumldchen Mit Den Traurigen Augen, MDchen Mit Den Traurigen Augen, MICHAELA, Mit Meiner Balalaika War Ich Der KNig Auf Jamaica, Mit Meiner Balalaika War Ich Der Koumlnig Auf Jamaica, Mit Verbundenen Augen, Mr Cannibal, Oh Kleopatra, Schuhe, SCHWARZE MADONNA, Other Basket Case song Lyrics Downtown Lyrics Last Night Lyrics Listen Up Lyrics Pay Day Lyrics Straight MTL Lyrics Think Twice Lyrics Other Artists Bass Boy Lyrics Bass Bumpers Lyrics Bass Fist Lyrics Bass Fontella Lyrics Fontella Bass Lyrics Bass Is Base Lyrics Bassey Lyrics Bassey Shirley Lyrics Bastiaan Ragas Lyrics Bastian Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy