Bahamadia’s B-Sides

Lyrics

[Intro] Spit Squad… Bahamadia's B-sides New York got love, we wanna hear ya station out here too! What up? [Verse: Thirstin Howl III) Yo, changing the dial… going crazy lookin' How come we can't get ya show in Brooklyn? I Confess, my innovation to catch Total Wreck Rugged, rough and knows no respect Bahamadia's B-sides… My lyrics tighter than the collar on a kid selling bean pies [Verse: Rack-Lo] Watching all your movements like German spies Through 3 eyes, all listeners are welcome to the B-Sides For exclusive wordplay I'm one person but strike 3 The Hard Way [Verse: Thirstin Howl III) Only play myself… at the game in a arcade New York & Philly… streets aren't safe Sampled records my great aunt's age [Unique London] The B-Sides, the B-Sides! [Verse: Thirstin Howl III) I want the True Honeybun, tired of chicken heads And hunting duck, who do… the Humpty Hump Charles Heston's step-twin in the Westons Shoot the radio if I can't get a good reception The B-Sides, Beside… My flow comes with a wave, surfboard and beach by Hit a homerun, each strike Got good credit cause I shop at a thief's price Polo never Levi's Spit the truth… but breathe lies [Outro] Thirstin Howl, Unique London, Rack-Lo, Spit Squad Original Lo Lifes, we coming soon What, we coming soon What's up Boostin Billy in Philly Yeah, how many Lo items you got? What's the deal? You still stealing son? Call us man we buggin. Niggas is looking for you Niggas just rushed Macy's again!