D.I.T.C.、Big Pun、Milano《Where Ya At》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:13.45]A'yo it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one [00:23.76]Collide the sun with the moon, BOOM, I leave you brighted from [00:26.40]My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit [00:29.10]Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit? [00:31.38]Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic [00:34.08]I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets [00:37.20]I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin for galaxies [00:39.57]Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity [00:42.45]Rapidly flowin, controllin' the time [00:44.25]Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme [00:47.52]I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast [00:49.71]You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass [00:52.80]It's satisfaction guaranteed, with Fiction like Quentin Tarantin' [00:56.13]Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen [00:58.29]I have to be perfectly honest [00:59.85]We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics [01:03.36]I verbally vomit on novice niggas that try to kid us with garbage lyrics [01:06.72]My style delivers outside the Outer Limits [01:08.82]I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise [01:11.16]Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice [01:14.13]If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) [01:16.71]Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) [01:19.47]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that! [01:24.69]If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?) [01:27.33]I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) [01:30.03]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, baby! [01:34.71]Yo I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite [01:36.72]Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right [01:38.58]You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write [01:40.92]Couldn't avoid this, sit tight [01:42.87]All aboard ship, on my voy-age [01:44.61]Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura [01:47.19]You tied a ? and boredom, Milan bring more than offer [01:50.55]High exalted, boned a Lazarus scultptor [01:52.50]You penny-weight style [01:53.82]While my piece alone around three pounds [01:55.80]I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason [01:58.38]Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style [02:00.36]Honeymooners like Jack Gleason [02:01.71]Blessin the whole reason [02:03.06]Until my niggas max out, hold the axe out [02:05.31]Whoever front, saw the procedure [02:07.05]All you thugs now wit misdemeanors [02:08.78]I seen ya'll in clubs, poppin Zima [02:10.62]Fake minks wit ninety percent of it beaver [02:12.78]Thought you was killin em? [02:14.25]I played the back wit two dime Brazilians [02:16.20]Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin a slight chill to them [02:18.87]Rock platinum like I sold a million [02:20.85]Trapped on my island like Gilligan [02:22.44]Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel em [02:24.72]It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall [02:26.64]Straight up the Malcom Boulevard [02:28.05]Wit no bars, I write scriptures [02:29.76]Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business [02:32.70]Caught a throat virus for spittin sick shit [02:34.59]Got niggas wilding like "Who is this?" [02:36.21]On this '99 classical edition [02:38.52]If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) [02:41.13]Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) [02:43.86]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that! [02:49.11]If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?) [02:51.72]I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) [02:54.21]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, baby! [02:55.65]If I ain't home wit my fam (Where you at?) [02:56.37]Stash crib, cuttin grams (Where you at?) [02:57.12]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, hold that! [02:58.56]If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?) [02:59.25]I'm in the jeep wit the stash (Where you at?) [03:02.01]Hung wit my niggas and we're rollin and controllin, baby!