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lirik lagu show da world (blowin up) – werd of mouph

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werd of mouph – “show da world (blowin up)”
[emcee(s): [?], [?], and [?]]
[producer(s): dj jazz]
[sample 1 (melody): bobby hutcherson – “montara”]
[sample 2 (saxophone): grover washington, jr. & bill withers – “just the two of us”]

[hook: sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. ft. total – “juicy”] (x2)
blowing up like you thought i would
blowing, blowing, blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib. blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib—same number, same hood—it’s all good

[verse 1: [?]]
it’s been
a long time coming—now who want it? the werd of mouph
clique be legitimate, family be kicking it
north phil’, south phil’ connect hits. it’s on now
breaking down the charts with the raw sound. i warned ya
verses of the month, nickel mics in your back book
we’re wrecking it just like you thought we would
resurrecting it from schoolly d ‘til now
representing it—illadelph’s the home town. sky’s
the limit [?]
sure ‘nough, no bluff on the come-up. the stature
larger than your life, plus the after coming at ya
rapping rebels shatter peak levels, bless
my fellas, won’t settle ‘til the name is household
infested on your ghetto like designer clothes
(hip hop is scared) oh yeah
(werd of mouph is stepping in) through the door
hit y’all off something nice, but there’s more in store, as
we’re more than mount rushmore. it’s all werd of mouph is
werd of mouph

[hook: sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. ft. total – “juicy”] (x2)
blowing up like you thought i would
blowing, blowing, blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib. blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib—same number, same hood—it’s all good

[verse 2: [?]]
i started
swinging with the older hustlers, beating on the other
suckers, playing street games to make a name
now money cash is the man, a hundred grand
pushing a lamb’, pump and keep it real by the ram
times’ll change the rhymes—no regrets. i’ll hit the set
getting s-x, f-cking yvette in a coach lex
the biggest nod to all my n-ggas in a prison
i’m still living but focusing on my business
visions of cream, [?] dreams with my team
expose you forever. sober casanova ‘til my closure
posterize [?]
doing probation, playing the werd on my favorite station
but everything that glitters isn’t always golden
police patrolling. three n-ggas rolling, so i’m always holding
i keep my mind straight, searching to find fate
but don’t forget where i started at, where my heart is at

[hook: sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. ft. total – “juicy”] (x2)
blowing up like you thought i would
blowing, blowing, blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib. blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib—same number, same hood—it’s all good

[verse 3: [?]]
my styles are miles beyond the compet-tion. i’ll sn-tch
the mic, bend it over, hit it off in an ill position
‘cause i’ma freak it as you listen, giving the visions
that i’m on a mission to please like the isleys
(i’ll ease back) and jazz’ll let it hit ya. my ma-
-nuscript sh-t paints a better picture of this werd adventure
come on the set, into the spotlight. on the mic
i’ll take flight ‘til, at f-ssy, i can throw it right
“give me the night” like mr. benson, let me shine
like a strongman comp’, blow up like a landmine
(“blowing up like you thought i would”)
‘cause the people in my neighborhood, they know i’m good
still, for all the doubters and the nonbelievers, the ghost
emcees’ll feel their past. they haunt me, leaving a lot of sleepers
but now it’s time to show the world the jeepers
tlc creepers, players with cellphones and beepers
k!llers with tecs, fly honeys who push the lex
first, the us, but the world is next. check

[hook: sample from the notorious b.i.g. on the notorious b.i.g. ft. total – “juicy”]
blowing up like you thought i would
blowing, blowing, blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib. blowing up like you thought i would
call the crib—same number, same hood—it’s all good
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)
blowing, blowing, blowing up like you thought i would
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)
call the crib—same number, same hood—it’s all good
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)
(werd of mouph is always everlasting)