[Intro: Mimi]
Oooooooh, ohhhhhhhh
Listennn, listennn
[B-Real:]
When I spit I'm committed it's a blessing I'm grateful
Coulda been one of the many feelin bitter and hateful
Coulda gave up on my dreams, steady bangin and slangin
Servin fiends on the corner with the red rag hangin
Sayin I ain't leavin cause it's all good in the hood
'Til they put me in a box, six carried the wood
Or I'm sittin in a cell block, writin my family
Tellin them how sorry I am, just please understand me
Thinkin how it could've been if I had listened to any others
I could've been somebody out there makin a difference
Maybe the angel on my shoulder kept me out of the system
Cause decisions that I made they should've left me in prison
Like my older brother caught up cause he wasn't as lucky
He goes in and out the joint, see the recipe's ugly
See we run around in life until we find a purpose
Yeah we run around blind I'm only scratchin the surface
[Chorus: Mimi (B-Real)]
When the streets love you, it's lovely
But when they hate you, you're ugly
There's no tomorrow you find
Any dreams and ambitions gone
(Gotta find our way out of here)
(By any means we climbin our way out of here)
(We on the grind and fightin our way out of here)
(We on the line and drivin out way out of here)
[B-Real:]
It's hard to kick a habit, and conquer addiction
All the, drugs and bitches, depleting your riches
Low self-esteem along with a little depression
Makes a cocktail for failure and brings on tension
So you steal from your family and you robbin your friends
Now you alone in the world havin to scrape for ends
You're an outcast, yeah nobody trust yo' ass
Because you let 'em down so many times, remember the past?
They turn their backs and act like you never existed
Cause you always missed the point and you got everything twisted
For some it's too late and they never come, out the abyss
There's another side for those who want to change how they live
They want respect from their peers and the roof overhead
They want the Benz in the garage a hot bird in the bed
They got the hunger for success but it comes at a price
You gotta sacrifice the vices that, put you on ice
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
You take your chances any time you take a step on the street
And in the heat of confrontation your heart skips a beat
And if you show it they will use it it's the code of the hustler
Talkin to each other sayin we gonna get that buster
They don't respect you, but they keep smilin in your face
They wanna taste how you livin and the money you gettin
They smell the fear and they, wait for you to make a mistake
Then they infiltrate and take every last bit of your cake
So if you livin in the fast lane, look in your mirrors
Cause the drama's much closer than the objects appear
If you slip one time they might end you that minute
And everything that you worked for is gone in seconds
Then you see a light and you keep on gettin closer
These envious fuckers put you in a state of coma
Family by your side, prayin for your frame to recover
While your dough and your woman runnin off with another
(feat. Dirty Ray, Kam, Ras Kass, Spice 1, Tash)
[Voice Vocoder]
Rest in peace, Roger
Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (We live this shit}
Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit)
Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit)
Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-w-w-we live this shit)
Bounce, more bounce
[Ras Kass]
Yeah yeah, more bounce to the ounce, so keep fuck a ounce, nigga
It's Still More Bounce to the ounce, keep fuck a ounce, heh
Still More Bounce, we wanna keep fuck a ounce tho
Yeah, Battlecat, nigga Dirty Ray listen
I'm like Terminator 2 askin where Sarah Connor is
Two side bustas kick rocks like narcotics anonymous
Ever since the top (ever since the top)
I remember dudes in Karate shoes Pop Lockin to Roger
Now it's 2000, a new world order
The birth of G-Funk, Roger created the vocoder
So haters slide to the side, let the riders ride
[Singin] Ooh ooh ooh, now I own mine (muthafucka)
[B-Real]
It's the track slayer, on your CD player
The Budda King, blunt smokin the weed wayer
Ridin from the EastSide of LA, who what?
You holdin my nuts, like a hice cup runnin up
Keep yo mouth shut cos you talk too much
You cant fold, what the hell, you need the glocks too much (bitch!)
Rather the way bitches betta get heavy
When I hit the corner all you see is the light from the Chevy
[Dirty Ray]
Chevy, yo, zzp-zzp!
Now can I bang bang? (bang bang) picture Roger & Zapp
A dominatrac cat, on Purple Haze and Conynac
Dirty Ray, fo fo fo microphones
Wolfpac shakin ya Time Zone and fadin ya home
(Gimme a dome) - Twenty inches hit the scene
Smoke screen, open the do, big gold chain gleam
We get low down and dirty fo that Triban Family
2002, Roger R-I-P, come on
[Spice 1: Hook]
We pop these collars, what we bout
Lets have all y'all falla, what we bout
Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce
Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah)
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah)
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on)
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Uh)
[Kam]
Uh check, uh uh uh
Watch out sucker, matter of fact duck (fuck fuck fuck)
Out the window of my Cadillac Truck, and whats up?
We rollin paper plates, homies movin crates of tapes
While y'all wearin captains savin no crapes on daytons
I am one of the greats, know you might be hurt
Baby aint nobody retire'n in my White T-Shirt
As long as fools still feel, and trust I'm real
Ima keep bustin big rhymes dimes nuts and steel
(I aint that type of brother that Cs can walk wit)
Man I aint politically correct, Ima talk shit
About these mucic industry characters, cos there aint no debate'n
These record company people be hatin, females be degratin their selves
Thinkin the desk gon last
Thats why I'm quick to put these chickens on blast
Tryna tell me "I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that"
But they all jus wick-weak-wacks
[Vocoder Solo]
[Tash]
Say what? uh say what? uh yo uh
If this was '87 when bangin was at its peak
This song woulda had em closin clubs every week
Cos we speak the really real, speak how we really feel
Come work for me have ya niggas stealin wheels
Daytons, BGs, what ever rims housin
I need sum 19s fo my Benz 2000
Work wit me homeboy, it's all luv
I told you 19s, you came back wit dubs
When push come to shove, Tash knocks em out the box
You might hear me at a club or on a boom-box in Watts
Jus swangin, raps over beats that hump
Thats why a nigga like CaTash get it crunk from jump
I Slam-Dunk the funk like a Alley-Loop to Shaq
Y'all fools so wack ya prolly cant rap to Zapp
So slap yo'self, this is Wolfpac Records
Rest In Peace Roger, your music was respected
[Spice 1 x2: Hook]
We pop these collars, what we bout
Lets have all y'all falla, what we bout
Smoke up ya whole ounce, then we bounce
Roger Zapp Battlecat, this is Still More Bounce
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Ah hah)
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Yeah yeah)
Jus bounce to this, jus bounce (Come on)
["Scarface" movie samples for opening 0:18]
[B-Real:]
It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion
I give you a transfusion
I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle
It's a worldwide ride from L.A. to Brussels
Def Jams like Russell and I'm gettin older
Yo check the Blueprint homey just like Hova
Plannin to take over, the streets are mine
I couldn't get away if I tried to run away blind
We're attached to the hip, like my sig in my clip
Gettin money, gettin honies you know fish 'n chips
From the belly to L.B., what can you tell me
It ain't healthy, you fuckin with us
I didn't come for any foolishness, I'm so cool with this
I make you Stand Up like my name was Ludacris
I can lift you, and never pretend to
Be somethin I'm not so I never offend you c'mon
[Chorus: x2]
Straight up we stackin our paper
We got no time to waste either
True life don't come with no favors
Gimme time and I'll make you believers
[B-Real:]
I've, played the game and you heard my name
And I've laid to waste so many lames it's off the chain
People come and go every day, but family stays
I guess it just depends, on how you were raised
For my success you givin me praise and poppin champagne
Blazin up the sticky kush, on my campaign
I'm, highly trained to provide you with joy and pain
Keep it movin don't ever stop, just let it rain
We whippin through L.A.C. in the candy cars
That bounce, like the honies when they dance on bars
I love my city, and everything in it
Summertime don't miss it in Cali or you'll regret it
So many hot birds, God damn they fly
So much kush weed can't help but to get you high
Come in peace or you're leavin in pieces
You're dealin with the cold clique as the heat increases
Heat it up
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
I relate to the thug ones, those are my loved ones
I represent for all of those who live where I come from
I relate to the hustle cause I don't like starvin
Fuck with the bread, triggers get squeezed like Charmin
I relate to the ballers cause I get my figures
You want a piece of mine but you can't buy that nigga
They say people are plastic, in the City of Angels
And it's dangerous, when you go talkin to strangers
You might run into a banger, them boys with colors
Then hammers start clickin like camera shutters
Be careful of any shit talkin you might utter
I don't wanna scare you but you need to take some cover
We livin with the beauty and beast, I'm doin my duty
But beast is lookin for a little release
This world is so cold, but you wanna grow old
In life there's no hold, in the game I don't fold
I rock shows in the House of Blues
Over beats that J. Stoner made to make you move
And it Feels So Good, but I ain't Tony
It's the realest heart homey not made for phonies
[Chorus]
[20 seconds of kids playing]
[Intro: sped-up R&B; sample]
Late at night
When all the world is safe within their dreams
I want the shadowwwww
Late at night
An empty feeling creeps within my soul
I feel so lonely
So I go, into the darkness of the night, all alone
I want this peace until I find, someone who is just like me
Looking for some companyyyyyy
Oh yeahhhh
[B-Real:]
What's good in the hood, can you tell me
Hit me with the truth motherfuckers don't sell me
Cause I can see a lot of things wrong with the city
And nobody's tryin to fix nothin, all of our choices are shitty
People starvin in the ghetto and the rich get richer
So we hustlin for the paper - you get the picture?
My homey he caught ten tryin to feed his seed
And nothin supersedes a man's will to succeed
So we bleed and shed tears, lookin for somethin better
But nothin is guaranteed, in this life we livin
Ain't nothin given, gotta earn your money and stripes
I can't sleep at night, what I'm doin ain't right
Can't never let my guard down for nothin in life
Your enemies see a weakness and you look ripe
And they don't care about who or what you're leavin behind
You slip one time you a victim of crime
[Chorus: Bo Roc]
Up against the trials of life, sometimes it ain't right
Through all of my pain and strife, I focused upon the light
Though I may lose my way, I'm up for the fight
In hopes of a brighter day for children of the night
[B-Real:]
You know I hit the ground runnin from the day I was born
There ain't nothin I haven't seen, I was born to storm
And if I ever have to heat it up you might get warm
So I urge you to sit it out, and just let me move on
Out of pride you won't blink, think that I'm a threat
Yeah you might be right, and if you are comes death
By the laws of the street you know what's comin up next
You duckin from the glocks and the six and tecs
When did it all fall? We all used to cash collect
Instead of catchin a body homey cash a check
Any moment it could be over, your number's up
You become, a memory nobody's givin a fuck
It's no wonder how we cross roads and get divided
There's no, compromises and drama arises
The streets got you clutched in the cradle of doom
You get out of pocket they make you invisible dude
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
The streets are ugly and the world is goin through changes
We fightin at home and out here in unknown places
We never know what peace is
We all about war for the money and the violence increases
I never thought about it when I was younger
I never thought about we all just numbers
I only thought about the food on the table
I was taught to make moves when you're ready and able
Sometimes you feel alone and you just simply go for self
And you don't care about anybody else
You say "Look at that trick in the flashy whip!
If I get my chance, you know I'm gonna jack his shit"
The world's cold, people sell their soul
For money and power then they seem to lose control
They can't, handle the load at the end of the road
They're destined to fall and we just watch the drama unfold
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I roll harder than I ever did, smarter than I ever was
Careful what you’re caught up in, gangster a hustler
Enemies are close by with emptying semis
I’m friendly and carrying a grudge, we don’t budge
Try to judge, we the ones screaming out fuck love
Meaning we don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking of us
Cause when you grow up in the lost cities, better be quick
Cause bullets are coming at a high velocity spit
Searching for the lost souls, all of them are hostile
This is what it costs you travelling the crossroads
Paint it like Picasso, memorize how the song goes
Got you in a stronghold in song mode
The last of the psychos, ride the legend
It’s a fine line to ride between Hell and Heaven
This is what you waited on, others hated on
Still we made it on, never faded on
Haters say we take it long
[Chorus]
Crazy ass psychos looting
It’s the return of the Psycho Realm Revolution
It’s the streets and the coppers are shooting
Pick up your guns cause we’re back to what we were doing
Drinking, fighting, and shooting
Pick up your guns, it’s the Psycho Realm Revolution
The Sick Side Army is moving
Through the streets, it’s a Psycho Realm Revolution
[Verse 2]
When the Realm returns with two thirds watch the game be burned
Cyclone, hurricane and the crazy ?
Sick Side Army stay on me, this lady ?
I keep my skill fine tuned with a daily ?
Some Jack and herb, a little bit of talent ?
Will get my mind right for spitting these words
We’re still here homie, fuck what you heard
The games going to the street and it so happens that’s where I serve
Still fuck the hoolah, we still fuck with the psycho buddha
On the hill where they burn weed like plastic shooters
These Glock 17’s, they drop enemies
It rarely happens till the meth and rock intervenes
I pen a scene, this menacing like any target
Getting in the way of my red vision killer beam
Go solo, get a team, keep yourself barely seen
And get prepared for the return of the Eloheem
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
We’re the reason that you got blown, the legend is colossal
Sicker than we’ve ever been living by the lost code
Thoughts on the long road, we carry momentum
With the venom to send em home and end em
Let it be known we steadily readily roam
? chrome to ripping a clone
And making you disassemble the microphone
Return of the cyclone, smoking of the pipe blown
I and my disciple got you in a blindfold
My brain’s stained with visions of ‘caine, I’m on the fast lane
Bullet train takes me to a prison for fame
Rap street slang cause man, these streets don’t listen the same
The psycho, they just click and they aim
Some of them slain, most are insane
And they don’t really give a fuck about the death or the pain
Know what I mean? My music soundtracks this
Everyone should have this
Nowadays the exchange of tracklist is ?
(feat. Ice Cube, Krs-One, Peter Gunz, Shaq)
Ice Cube
I'm sick wit' it but it'll still take ten of y'all
to take the Emperor's temperature
Can I represent wit' ya?
Smokin' hemp wit' ya
Pass the blunt from East to West
Cube to KRS (yes)
Take it from the Don
where I'm from the Man of Steel is made of Teflon
Keep yo' vest on
hit me with yo' best one baby
& watch me mack you
comin' through with hard *** & Shaq-Fu
Never up in Spago's when we knock hoes
head her off with some Reeboks and cagos
Westside rollin' even if the car's stolen
even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen
that's how it's goin' down
You always smile when I frown
'cause you want the crown
you fuckin' clown
I keep it real no more beef with Cypress Hill
now we super friends makin' super ends
WESTSIIDE
Shaq
It's a fact many know that Shaq made of mils
but did you know that Shaq made of Steel
Feel me!
No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish
Big **** just like a bus full of Japanese tourists
or it's styles that flow like Hudson River debris
ship quarter keys of them Shaq CD's Roo roo
Next MC that claim to keep it real
Shaquille gone slap 'em with a mil
criss cut clean numerical order bills
ill, now put it on the wrist
the best thing since grits & fake tits
Man Of Steel who you with?
I'm so fly when I walk I levitate
my caliber's first rate
exceptional above great
Diesel's large, guilty on every charge
of bein' dope imagine Superman with a dookey rope
[Chorus]
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real
[B Real]
Hip hop has plenty of Steel
with Shaquille & Chris & Real
nobody move stay still while the Masters build the Track
react the foundation hip-hop *** generation
hear my voice playin' at the station
Immortal thought for the recorder
consider the picture deliver the scripture still hit ya
If the shoe fits ya wear it
you'll inherit the culture
let me break down the whole structure
East Coast West Coast universal flava
pullin' together with my neighbor no playa haters
just real no outrageous fantasies
jump out the pages from the book of MC's
& nothin' can penetrate the Steel mind state
like Shaq when he go back & dominate
[Peter Gunz]
Aiiyo I stop many hearts
part many wigs
*** & get it twisted &
play me for any pig
Conceived in the Bronx
born & raised but on the real
I be made of Steel like O' Neal
feel me if ya got the skill
squeeze pale **** cause disaster
have you makin' Tracks like Master
faster ghost like Casper
Man Of Steel hangin' & bangin' in yo' district
never get it twisted I'm lifted, gifted
like Steel hard to penetrate
generate dollar signs you follow mine
Come in peace money I will bless that
bring the noise leave you on the Fourth
where I rest at For real
[Chorus]
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Hip-Hop's the same no matter where you came from
[Cube) WESTSIIDE
[B Real] Men Of Steel
[Cube] EASTSIIDE
[KRS] Men Of Steel throw ya hands up
[Cube] WESTSIIDE
[B Real] Men Of Steel
[Cube] EASTSIIDE
[KRS] Men Of Steel throw ya hands up
KRS-One
WHOOP WHOOP
That's the sound of EMS
after some boy try test the KRS
Pick a single any single
what I bring you makes you tingle
it's the lingo from the star like Ringo
& I mingle in the clubs
DJ's MC's get rug cut like shrubs
over the dub sound buzz
No one's really knowin'
how I'm comin' & goin' showin' & flowin' cold
throwin' these rappers chasin' the dough
& out the frame my name remains the same
I came to maintain
Hip-Hop's the same no matter where you came from
It's all the same son get it correct
all that metal to pleather whatever
Give me respect!
Then I'll collect a check & you can expect
something you'll never forget
comin' from my intellect
Oh what the heck
lyrical flex cash checks
I step through the brush like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
KRS-One is the nicest
Shaquille O'Neal definitely from Men Of Steel
You know how we feel
comin' through like that on the track
KRS-One & we back (oooh oooooh)
[Chorus]
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)
[Gunz (Cube)]
Throw ya hands up what up now (It don't stop)
South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that
(It don''t stop)(It don't stop)
(feat. Psycho Realm)
[Intro]
Straight from the Psycho Ward
Once again
[Verse One: B-Real]
Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana leaf control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold
You going crazy, can't understand
Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!
Actions allowing the words to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?
[Chorus]
Looney, lunatic turned sick
Psycho, crazy in the head, I go
Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break
You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!
[Verse Two: Jacken]
For those who really don't understand
Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the things I see
All tread bad and I meant in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned killers
Only to survive all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting
Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
It ain't no thing but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober
When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only reason why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so long
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless
Only known from crazy acts, making you famous
[Verse Three: B-Real]
I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the criminal element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface
Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout
Talk about, my mental state
Think I need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on
The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!
Hey, Hey, we keepin it treal, samba baby
[chorus:]
If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil
dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, be a love hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is ? im made of tough skin u gon respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go ballin they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby
u aint gotta look no more i got the cure
u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin
in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) 'cause even the kid the treal need a seperate queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave
they talk shit they just mad 'cause i got u flippin jagos poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the
tag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could
leave yo ass with nathan then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but i aint 'cause i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll but i aint 'cause i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
(mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns
nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot
girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the
beach tell her homie hold it down 'cause we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost
my horns so H town is on and nuttin change 'cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early 'cause we
gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
(Intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....
(B-Real)
Goin' straight to the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you
(Coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, I'm a have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown in Derango
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?
Chorus:
(B-Real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
(Method Man)
Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change
And you are type strange
[blam blam blam]
[B-Real:]
I never let 'em see me sweatin, only money I'm gettin
I bet you're bettin I'm losin I'm refusin to give in
I don't follow nobody, I'm a leader so watch me
I think you're thinkin solutions but it's useless to stop me
Any hate that you send me, you won't break me or bend me
I'm out to get it I'll set it off on any who envy
Should you try to come at me, you ain't takin a penny
We hustlers hustle for dollars and we ballers got plenty
I see plotters and schemers, the suckers and dreamers
We heat the heaters you bleedin if we leavin the Beemers
We tryin to feed our family, tryin to hustle like Camby
Connections connect and we postin a poster with Brandy
You see poppers I'm poppin, but you don't see the coffin
I see you starin apparent that you're optin for options
I feel tragedy comin, humanity's buggin
You need to get it together if you plan to be somethin
[Chorus x2: Mimi]
I'm on the grind baby, I've got to go
I'm 'bout my hustle homey, I've got to show
I'm on a mission baby get that dough
And once I get it gotta get some mo'
[B-Real:]
You take the game and it's repercussions, all the money I'm touchin
Jackers jackin believe me if they see me they're rushin
So I gotta be fitted, yeah my heaters are hidden
Money's money it ain't funny you dummies won't get it
I dare you kids to follow, just know the tips are hollow
Protect your neck in a second you checkin out tomorrow
We on the corner grindin, turnin from coal to diamonds
Nothin from nothin we grindin design a place to shine and
It's a dream we livin, don't be hatin I'm driven
See what I see and you're learnin the reason why I'm winnin
You niggaz cockroaches, you so braggadocious
You talkin rugged but you crumble when trouble approaches
Don't give the game to many, not meant for everybody
Dollar for dollar be humble and stumble out the party
Where the wolves are hungry, and they hungry for money
See what I'm sayin they ain't playin their mouths are bloody
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
It's all about survival of the fittest, you can never be skittish
You hit, quit it, you leave it, in every crime committed
There's no room to be sloppy, ain't no need to be cocky
Get what you gettin the lesson is you need to get off me
Can you handle your own? Can you make your way home?
Metal for metal I'm pullin and refusin to settle
Some are payin the piper, I'm ignitin the fire
Higher and higher I'm movin and you're losin desire
All you got is your hustle, ain't no time for no hassle
Muscle for muscle they blast you and smash you laughin at you
On the move for your riches, where you burnin your bridges
Cheddar for cheddar but really can you handle the business?
On the streets you're a legend, all the money you're spendin
Bottle for bottle pretendin your reign is never-endin
Never wanted the glory, so for nothin I'm sorry
Body for body I'll smoke you just like a Rastafari
[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, gangsta music
Gangsta music
Yeah, gangsta music
Gangsta music
[B-Real:]
Now in this world you got the pimps, ballers, hustlers and thugs
And they all run the streets and carry heat for trouble to come
There ain't no guarantees for you and me for wealth and prosperity
See we comin up with hustles cause we don't like charity
We only tryin to eat but there's no opportunity
Soon to be public enemy number one a menace of the community
You're bottled up, there's nothin left to do but explode
Whether you self-destruct or win it all you're destined to blow
You make a right or left, when you hit the fork in the road
You take a straight path, or you roll in gangsta mode
There ain't no in-between unless you work for God or the law
Either way, we gettin judged for all the shit that we cause
But hey it's all we knew and all we had for hustlin paper
Figured I'd get it right eventually make amends with my maker
I shift the blade inside the cementery too many times
Thrown in the penitentiary and locked for too many crimes
[Chorus: Bo Roc]
It's that gangstahhh (this is gangsta music)
Gangsta music (that gangsta music)
It's that gangstahhh (uh-huh, uh-huh you heard me, this is gangsta music)
Gangsta music (gangsta music)
[B-Real:]
On feet I'm planted firm and for a few there ain't no return
We try to rise up out the gutter, some of us never will learn
We take the hard way and end up in those institutions
Sometimes it's in the blood and for those folks there ain't no solution
My homey's momma told me you need to make a change for the better
Because you'll never make it out of here, you'll be here forever
Stuck in this poverty, there's gotta be another way out of it
Found it in the music in spite of the people that doubted it
Couldn't pull away so easy, seperation is ugly
How could I pull away just knowin that the streets still love me
But the love can be so deadly we ain't talkin romance
Sometimes the streets they need to sacrifice, we takin a chance
It doesn't matter where you're livin, every ghetto's the same
The only thing that's different are these people's faces and names
If I pray to God to give me strength to battle the devil
Maybe I'd hit another level so I could holster my metal
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
This one's dedicated to the soldiers that made it through hell
Cause a bullet never knows about the homies that fell
I seen so many die right on the street from products we sell
And when they smoke you all they leave behind's an empty shell
It ain't worth it but I had to work it, no other choice
Until I heard the voice that told me go write songs with your boys
Cause if you stay behind you might be takin a trip in a hearse
Because somebody's thirst for blood might end up droppin you first
Because we play for keeps so what it means we're playin to win
And if you'd ever been where I've been then you'd never pretend
You've got to be real with homey, no pun intended
And don't kid yourself, cause I don't care if you get offended
If you're affiliated or solo, we all want the same thang
It would be amazing if we was all in the same gang
Might get persecuted at the time we movin to change thangs
It's a brain game, if we never try it's a damn shame
[Chorus]
[Intro: Damian Marley]
Yahhhhhhh~! Junior Gong and B-Real
Pepper, pepper, pepper!
A wot dem feel like?
Come on!
[B-Real]
Straight up we set the fire we blaze 'em and do it properly
Sonically all we need is the honesty and the Cali weed
Roll up the sensei when you want to break up insanity
Hit it and pass it and we blazin all of humanity
(BLAZE IT UP!) Then we never care about what you say to us
(BLAZE IT UP!) Everywhere we go we takin the strain with us
(BLAZE IT UP!) All the mamis in the club wanna blaze with us
(BLAZE IT UP!) All you fuckin haters remain hatin us
We grow the kush so freely, from dirt up to the ceiling
I know you want the feeling, you need some herbal healing
We flip it in the Valley, out here in Southern Cali
I know you fuckers envy, B-Real and Mr. Marley
[Chorus 2X: Damian Marley]
(Fire fire fire fire fi-yah)
(Fire fire fire fire fi-yah)
Analog or digitally, spiritual and physically
Metaphor or literally, in the street or lyrically
[change last line first Chorus: "Metaphor or literally... Call in the cavalry"
[Damian Marley]
Some little wannabe wanna come walkin on mi Wallabee
Wanna follow me, but dem prove to be too weak and wobbly
Flashily flashin lyrics who dat leave dem in a tragedy
Truth and factually it actually come to us naturally
(BLAZE IT UP!) Anytime, anyplace and no apology
(BLAZE IT UP!) An' next some bwoy near become reality
(BLAZE IT UP!) Squeeze up toward da in US technology
(BLAZE IT UP!) Puff puff and move de fuck off me and casually
Gong originally, Mr. B-Reality
I'm takin trips to Cali, more now than typically
Just a specifically, get a good spliff of Cali
I keep it, you keep it, we keep it BLAZIN!!!
[Chorus]
[B-Real] *
Te quemo con en el fuego mira mami este no es juego
Ven aca por que me gusta lo que estas haciendo
Una toque y seguro que mi mota es puro
Y te lo juro yo que subo cuando hueles el humo, VAMOS!
(BLAZE IT UP!) In the club or on the corner don't play with us
(BLAZE IT UP!) In the limo shut the window and break it up
(BLAZE IT UP!) If you try to take it from me it's dangerous
(BLAZE IT UP!) In Jamaica no mistakin the ganja bus
Believe the kush is sticky, and all the fiends are tricky
The pigs be comin quickly; they can come and get me
Watch me smoke out the city, let's see who's comin with me
The bong'll make you dizzy, it's Gong and Mr. Brizzy
[Chorus]
[repeat 4X]
[Intro:]
Wooo! Let's go
Ha, ha, hoe
[B-Real:]
It's so close, I can feel it in my hands
Everything I ever wanted and then some, about to expand man
I can taste it, the flavor is so sweet
Stocks risin up, that's the word on the street
In spite of the hype, gotta keep my head on straight
Keep my shit to myself and don't give my aces away
I'm so tired I can feel it in my bones but the throne is so near
I can hear these, hateful clones
Whispered the words they won't say out loud
But you heard them praise me, under their breath some still hate me
So numb man I can't feel a thing
And I ain't lettin nothin get in the way of what it is we bring
I'm tryin to reach out, and grab the opportunity knockin
If I don't answer the door, it don't come often
I'm so heated and I'm ready for whatever is needed
I cheated death, my last words, at least I beat it - let's go
[Chorus:]
Everything you want, what'chu goin for
Tell 'em what'chu need so you don't need it any more
How we get the dough, what we get it fo'
Where you gonna be in ten years, let me know
[Buckshot:]
I started out as an underground artist (uhh)
Underestimated, under the weather in undergarments
Under cars and, trucks, tryin to make a "Buck"
But I failed 'til I put "Shot" down and stepped up
Kept up, crept up, couldn't keep your breath up
Can't breathe? I think you should leave, yessir
Cause umm, ma'am, I am the first grand
From the shotty papi got in his hand, got me? Damn
Stand, focus on your funds
Cause when you're broke it's no joke, it ain't no funnn
If my homies can't have none, how come
Yeah you got a label but unstable's your outcome?
Uhh, kinda shaky though (yeah) kinda make me go
Mmmmmm if I was you I wouldn'ta copped that Mercedes yo
You like the ladies though (huh) that's your downfall
Cause too much pussy mean more pussy around y'all
[Chorus]
[Buckshot:]
Buckshot, B-Real, Black Moon, Cypress Hill
Every night is real, everybody move at the sight of steel
Cause we 'bout to get that dough
When we get that dough, we gon' flip that so
[B-Real:]
She's so hot, I can tell you what she wants
And I can tell you it's not me it's the bread go ahead and doubt it
She's about it, she can work it like a pro for dough
And she knows I'm risin up like Survivor yo
With the "Eye of the Tiger", settin tracks to fire
But I'm so cold, like Avon, hits for hire
Sick and tired, of these birds, pullin stunts for status
Lookin at us like we're their first class trips to Paris
That's so old, better try another method cause every second
You waste is another moment, you fail to face it
Embrace it, I feel a chill, so youser a pill
Take no for an answer, right up in your grill
She's so smooth, tell you what you want to hear when she got her hands
In your pockets, until ain't nothin left in your wallet
Yeah, she wants a baller to follow and holla at her
A homey of high stature with the fortune to capture
[B-Real:]
I spit somethin in your ear to make you hear what I hear
I don't think you're ready but it's a brand new year
I got love for you motherfuckers, even you haters
Listen to me put it down I'm only doin a favor
Dude over here's tryin to make his cake
Homie over here's tryin to take his cake
He's just sittin in the cut waitin for a mistake
And when the time is right he's movin all through his estate
Homie don't give a fuck about Dude or his fam
Didn't think about repercussions of killin the man
He only thought about one thing, jackin his neighbors
And all the fly shit he'd have once he had their paper
Buy a house in the hills, brand new grills
Chop top Phantom on thirty dollar bills
But dude ain't soft, he's ready for war
The tattoo on his arm says I'll take what's yours
[Chorus: x2]
What's yours is mine and if I get my
Hands on your money ain't nothin you can do about it
I go for mine and if you put your
Hands on my money I'll show you how we be about it
[B-Real:]
Dude grew up like a thug in the street
Homie didn't know what he was doin to eat
He was blinded by the envy and numb with greed
He didn't care who he fucked over to serve his needs
Both are on a crash course, with no survivors
No, life preservers, just shot out tires
And the arm of the law don't care about those riders
They only, try to divide us, but catch arthritis
They might even try to get Dude so they can supply him
Homie's, home connivin dreamin of Dude dyin
Dude moves weight, more hate is risin
Every day Homie works up the nerve to fight him
But, Dude ain't never fucked over nobody Homey
Niggaz on the street love Dude and think you're phony
They don't trust you for a minute, you jacked them too
Homie you gonna get yours and it might be soon
[Chorus: 1/2]
[B-Real:]
Homie's got his crew ready, hungry for money
Dude's at his peak now and he ain't funny
He got a bird at the mansion like Playboy Bunnies
And a yacht, at the dock, called Sweet As Honey
Dude sweated bloodshed and tears for this
Homie never moved one finger for shit
Only when he had his heat to take it from others
He put a bullet in a nigga for defending his mother
Homie wanted everything, Dude wanted release
But no matter what he had he couldn't find no peace
He kept waitin for the moment that his life would cease
Now here comes Homie, he'll set him free
But Homie don't know, Dude is a pro
And got a kid on the way comin to change his flow
Dude don't know Homie's at the door
And when he comes through he's comin with the crew and more
Teflon vests, ski-masks and sacks
Put the guns to your face with the hammer cocked back
Homie doesn't realize he's on the cam
Dude already made calls and secured his fam
Rollin, up the block in a white mini-van
It's the Homie's long ride to the darkest land
Rollin, up the block in a white mini-van
It's the Homie's long ride to the darkest land
[Intro/Chorus: Young De]
Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California
In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna
Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
They run up on the side of your ride and then blast
When it pops off it happens that fast
If you soft, you just won't last
[B-Real:]
I was born in Los Angeles city
Where the thugs ride low, get dough, and the girls are pretty
It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty
Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody
Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind
Son when you find one you hold on and shine
Don't lay back, relax
Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks
Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle
Not only in the street, the rap games, and the fucked up shuffles
So I came with the rain, to boost it back
Real life is a struggle but we used to that
No matter, who you are or who you be with
We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang
Same dope, same notes we flow for
Same dreams and schemes we investin our soul for
[Chorus]
[Young De:]
I'm livin that Cali life, in the hundred degree heat
And you wonder why they found another body in the streets
No AC, packed in a car eight deep
They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace
And beef, homey ain't just somethin you eat
But the taste of revenge, is oh so sweet
Your boy won't sleep, 'til I'm up in that Benz
E-class heat blast leave 'em in a trench
And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game
Your business fucked up they got you signin for a chain
They callin for a change, they callin out my name
Young De they want me to come and do my thang
Plain black tee I ain't do it for the fame
Same black glock if you move into my lane
Same old blocks is the spots where I hang
On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed
[Chorus]
[Xzibit:]
Top hat smashin in a California fashion
Even the strong get chinchecked tested and blasted
Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons
I beach cruise, black t-shirts for each season
Come here flossin ya knots
You're not leavin with that, now where my motherfuckin gangsters at?
More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street
Better have you a handle whenever you keepin the peace
Still 'Fuck Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent
Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant
Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard
Canine is on your ass if they catch you then you're gone
This is for the soldiers that's never comin home
Who been crackin for the cause candy-painted to the chrome
Hikin up Cypress Hill with two bongs
B-Real got a pound then it's on - we smokin
(EVERLAST)
What, you think it can't happen
Soul Assassins, two-thousand, word
It goes somethin' like this
Ah-ha, I'm Vision-Quest, Fresh Fest era terror
Krush Groovin like a low budget movie
I'm Wild Style like Lee Quinones, stop ridin' on my cajones
I talk with a speak that's much unique
While you desperately seek for that Susie freak
Yo, word to Rob One he used to like the big ladies
My name's Everlast I started back in the 80's like
All up in your nostril, actin' hostile, 13th appostile
Going postal, holy ghost mode
While you walkin' on the host strow actin' bicoastal (???)
Bitch, try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital
Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle
Put your money in the middle get broke like coal
(CHORUS)
Two deadly assassins makin' the ???
I'm Real, I'm Everlast and I'm takin' 'em all
Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape
Two deadly assassins seelin' your fate
(B-REAL)
I spit out the fire you won't know what hit
Watch me lace you up quicker than the joint gets lit
I got tears in this shit what do you got a couple
If you gotta hustle, what do you want, trouble
Jokin' (???) at the two who go way back like chucks (???) (way back)
With a hand on the pump by the big black trucks (fools)
You can't trust a soul in the City of Angels
The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes (???)
I stained those with hot blood and changed clothes (???)
And main fools who wanna rock the same clothes (???)
And use the same flows, these son originals (???)
Niggas, all of a sudden if anyone wants to run up (???)
You get chastised and baptised and blood (???)
[Chorus: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me,
I'll be under a tree, In Buttfuck Tennessee,
And I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny,
I ain't a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites,
13 years old And joined a fucking gang,
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking Blow,
I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about,
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it The fuck out,
Run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
[Eminem:]
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em,
Some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to My man D' Angelo Baily
, but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence,
Tryin to figure whether To use the flat head or the phillips,
Or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and 6 days and I'm still up,
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute,
There's a new Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up
A whole liquor bottle with piss and go shatter his fuckin lips with it
[Chorus: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 2: B-Real]
Now Let Me Give You Just A Little Peak Inside Of The Mind,
Now everyday of the week I'm destined for crime,
Hearin the little voices speaken out at me blind
Ya know, the little saying be "you're Sick But Your Fine
"but maybe I have a little chemechal imbalance,
But I can balance the barrel enough to make you
Come out of your apparel, make you sing a little carol,
Handsin the air, like your at a concert and I'll rob ya
Like I just don't care, now your jewels are my jewels
And my tools got pools, your draws got stools, break
Yourself fool, what could you do to this maniac and
Lunatic that already hasn't been done, go ahead and
Shoot him, put him in prison he's just a superstition,
Make a decicion, cause if I ever get out of this hole it's
Perfection, never will change, sick in the brain, spit on
[B-Real:]
So whaddya do when the game starts changin fast?
Arrange for your ass to find a way to stay in the class
Sales declinin, downloads are risin
Newbies shinin, and we stuck askin where did ya find him
He ain't a diamond but he really got some incredible timin
So sign him and put him out, he's a star that's shinin
Give him a ringtone deal, a commercial with T-Mobile
Man he can global, depends if he acts noble
Take his photo and put him on the cover of Vibe
Rolling Stone and The Source mag both gave him a five
Now he thinks that his shit don't stink
And every drink's from a bottle of Crist', and he's flyin on mink
He's, young and dumb and don't sync with the drum
But all the little girls love him cause he's number one
On top of the Billboards winnin Grammy Awards
Goin to red carpet events with the media whores
[Chorus: Tek]
Lights camera flash you're on!
Uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh on!
Time's up, six minutes you're gone!
G-g, gone! G-g-gone!
Tell me where'd they go, tell me where'd they go
Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
[B-Real:]
There's a new kid in town climbin the charts but still
He's alright, but he's not real
Regardless they want a cameo for Freddie Puccini
He's a freezer, he's leanin back like the Tower of Pisa
He's on top of the mountain, ain't got no one around him
To tell him the truth, let him know, people are clownin
They found him and wound him up like a toy for the children
He don't believe it, he's only worried about his millions
Collectin his cake, coppin whips, buyin estates
Lyin in wait, the birds flock to get that taste
Beautiful bait for the new kid but don't be stupid
Cause they don't love you they love your money as soon as you lose it
They skate with the very next dude releasin an album
By any means necessary thought I'd quote it from Malcolm
The outcome is all the same and that part don't change
Chalk it up to the game cause it's a part of the fame
[Chorus]
[Young De:]
These rappers just, don't, get it
Better wake the fuck up, but you think you got it figured out
Diggin a hole so deep you can't get up out
You don't give a shit about, if they say you losin touch
Just another one hit wonder motherfucker screwin up
But not me, not Young De
I let the, veterans guide me so nothin surprise me
All them moves you be makin 'em blindly
But the big homies B-Real and Young Gotti got me
So you can get the cover of the XXL now
But when your boy hit, all that shit gettin shut down
Nursery rhyme lines goin back to the kids
And that bitch that you with comin back to my crib
These execs got you gassed, put 10 on 2
Ask me who gon' last, won't bet on you
But you could, bet on me cause your boy come through
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