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Henry Valentino - Follow Me Up lyrics
[Intro]
 Yeah *cough cough cough* yeah
 This is that muthafuckin Undaground hip hop right here
 Baby (Smoke Records muthafucker)
 We got my man Bon Benzi right here
 Blastin ya in the face (you dancin to a Marley Marl remix, you know)
 Brown Hornet, yeah, uh Follow Me Up
 [Pop Da Brown Hornet]
 Oppose ya, never done, ghetto homies do this shit for fun
 Serving MC's in a bun, only cowards hide behind a gun
 You see more than half NYPD is pussy
 Half the kids I grew up with is pussy
 Livin life close to edge, invited you to push me
 I've have it up to here with these flimsy ass lyricists
 Prime time exposure when there rap sound ridiculous
 Somethin seem suspicious, the world full of lame ass bitches
 With niggas to match, God fucked up the whole batch
 It's time we start from scratch
 To many people livin their life on full facts
 Whether it's superstition or some twisted religion
 It's safe to say we all agree the world's a prison
 With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
 I prevail because I did it, he failed because he tried
 It can't be denied, I keep my brain cells fried
 If life's a journey, I'm enjoyin the ride
 Ain't nuthin gonna stop Pop from the top slot
 You can throw up the road block or block the drop
 I present the craftiness to slip thru it
 Solid as a rock, but keep em flow like fluid
 I make the hot music, you mad you can't do it
 Over there lookin stupid, and dupe it
 I'm smarter than you thought, that's why you came up short
 I never took time to snort, I just held down fort
 While them other cats fell off, I held on
 When them other cats got weak, I got strong
 See they only gave their word, I gave my word bond
 To give a hundred percent, every time I perform
Chorus 2X: Down Low Recka & Pop Da Brown Hornet
 Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
 I roll with the antenna to kill static
 I leave your career shattered, Color Me Bad-it
 My rhymes is Mobb Deep, and every line is sumthin, we
 have it
 [Down Low Recka]
 I don't move like the wind, the wind moves likes me
 You old school, I rhyme with technologyHenry Valentino - Follow Me Up - http://motolyrics.com/henry-valentino/follow-me-up-lyrics.html
 Modernly, surprisingly the best, I had to get that shit off my chest
 Spit rhymes like bullets, cock back one and pull it
 Bring the pooper scooper, cuz shit these niggas is full of it
 Ya album plaque, collect, ridiculous
 GP, indy, first album flop, know we gotta handle ones in this business
 What is this? These ass niggas made The Grain shitless
 Ain't worth the hit list, only true Gladiators pack the fitness
 Like weights on a bar, fuck heat we can meet up on the streets of Spar
 Niggas see space and wanna be a star
 Get locked and turned to Allah for protection
 Slip up, can't avoid the lethal injection
 Bon Benz, Pop Da Brown, GP Connection
 [Pop Da Brown Hornet]
 Who the hottest MC north side of the equator
 Pop Da Brown Hornet, Stapleton Gladiator
 For certain I took time to put my work in
 I bust thru your steel curtain, leave ya franchise MC hurtin
 While he dependin on his gimmick, 
 I fall him off the line of scrimmage
 Set it off, for you finish, tarnish ya image
 You might as well call up the World Guiness
 Let them record who the illest
 Bench warmers on the sideline catchin splinters
 Critizin my shit but can't rap the lit
 Get off my dick, go get an education
 You picked the wrong occupation, stoppin about facin
 March to a Marley Marl beat, you ain't got the lead
 But you got to get the fuck away from me
 Cuz I'm lethal and deadly, ya bastards ain't ready
 Givin Nightmares to Freddy, while precedin the Rock
 Steady, lyrical cause an echo catastrophe
 The Undaground Emperor, better known as your majesty
 Once I start smackin and crackin, gold and platinum
 They wanna throw a picture of me up in their Manhattan
 Gettin their life size poster
 Hip hop's been good to me, like baseball's been good to Sammy Sosa
 Styles hotter than the Virgin Mary's chocha
 All loyalty then the Cosa Nostra's, for real
Chorus
 [Outro]
 Hip hop fanatic
 Brown Hornet, Bon Benz, 99
 Follow me up
 "You dancin to a Marley Marl remix" *repeated over*
 Ah, follow me up
 Follow, follow, follow me up son
 Follow me up son, follow me up baby











