Nsync - Music Of My Heart (Pablo Flores Remix) lyrics

(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, Xzibit)

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Give me the muthafuckin' cue, I'mma pop this shit

We desperate men, muthafucka, we need this muthafuckin' CREAM, muthafucka

Ain't nobody out here trynna give us shit, muthafucka

Fuck all that shit, fuck all you hoes, fuck all you

Hype ass muthafuckas, all y'all can suck my dick

[Diesel]

When I rise, in the morning, I thank the God that I'm breathin'

Cuz all the population's risin', y'all muthafuckas be leavin'

And I don't wanna be, one of those, who be singin'

Shot up on your local newspage, then later on this evening

Some say they ready to die, nah, that ain't the fly guy

All I wanna do is make CREAM and just get high

Some wonder God is he gone, til his jewelry stop

But I can handle that shit, no way can I not rock block

I just let the section know that I do, to be respected and matured

I refuse to leave Bush, that's kinda home like the worm

And past my reflex, duck shit, I'm like sperm

My radio frequency, now go against the grain like Howard Stern

East to West, niggaz need to clean it out their ears and

Now who rockin' Biggie, and fake Ice Cube's ??

In the hole, we need it get it again

On the mic, now Dino rap shit next year

From a not born, to a born don, rap armageddon

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel, or just a dead end

To get it back like a light packerback, move the way, and yo

Nigga roam, I pack the track

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo I never underestimate a desperate man

Yo, get splattered in the paper like a desperate pen friend

Yo, sippin' on it, I peep the hooks to end

And if it's war, I'm goin' out like a sinful friend

Why don't you, get on the mic, a little my friend

Why don't you, get on the mic, a little my friend

Why don't you, get on the mic, like respect in my hand

[The General]

Aiyo, the beef is on, y'all niggaz brought the heat to my kitchen

So when poison switch in, snitchin', in my ear bitchin'

Knowin' damn right, you runnin' around like a clown

In and out of town, snatchin' niggaz for G's and pounds

One of the first niggaz tell me, I had a fluke

Now you come around, trynna sing to me, is that you know

I got a full clip, nigga you need to get off that bullshit

I stay strapped wit a gat, I'm Alert, ready to pull shit

Aiyo, aiyo, way back, like roosters ready to gat

Now the tendency, sippin' Hennessey, sellin' crack

For the avocado son, now you turned desperado

Know no Gravato, or Crystal out the bottle

Trynna swoop me out the game, but I'm in like Rado

Sweatin' like Pablo, while I'm pumpin' on diablos

Wanna get me, I'm takin' muthafuckas wit me, that's my motto

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]

Big bad, insane, black child to blame

Pay attention to third, I serve words to the suburb

Neighborhood and projects, son, let's break these checks

Well not just yet, it's still bigger things to get to

Hit them before they hit you, believin' me, huh?

I grab the grease to the first, you get burnt when you touch it

Fuck it, like the dick bitch, learn how to suck it

I rock the master plan, I need to lay low in Amsterdam

Finer weed take your hand, to measures of a desperate man

I'm here to do ill things like Don King

Step into the ring, ginseng make me swing

Got me on the third on, no runnin' this year

But I can probably burn some, Japan, I don't make friends

Just associates, only shake hands when appropriate

Only the holy get, for comin' off of sendin' it

Stayin' sucker free, never sleepin' wit the enemy

Xzibit, I'm unexplainable like the trinity

Mountain, fourty ouncin', I'm announcin'

The end of war, bitch strained, the crew that can't fade, it's a..

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Muthafucka, what, what, bitch ass niggaz

We rollin' rock hard like a C.I.A., gun shot done and pay

I'm the water and the rain, only the ducks suffer green and lust

Get high on the yo-yae, third jaw, third wheel

A hundred dollar matrix, half naked, get half American

I love pussy, I get pussy, the water, I eat it, bitch, the wet supporter

Don't give a fuck about whatever I say

Muthafucka, I'm here, to gettin' money, get it on, til the break of the dawn

Muthafucka, Ason, roll up jay and nut, what, desperate man, muthafucka

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

And that's real, that's the real to real

My nigga puff weed on the wheels of steel

And that's real, that's the real to real

Muthafuckas better house to end of my appeal

Yea, I'm bout to fuck my kill

That's why I never understimate a desperate man

That's why I never understimate a desperate man

That's why I never understimate a desperate man

That's why I never understimate a desperate man