[Intro: U-God]
Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker
I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
I be gettin' money since '88
My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets
My history is swell, motherfucker
That's why I can talk this shit, for real
This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know
My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?
[Chorus: U-God]
You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance
My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
First time around, I come back swinging
You and your mans, you better just scram
My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'
[U-God]
Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head
High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds
The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds
Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled
Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest
Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets
I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh
I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect
Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death
My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex
Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me
Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy
Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede
Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity
Feel my energy inside tearin' out
Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp
Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement
Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist
You pissed? Then seek anger management
Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal
Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil
From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel
In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo
Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro
Get wild like techno, collect the dough
For wreck, the side ball and better check your hoe
Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow
Just another episode, powerful breath control
Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode
In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck
Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?
[Chorus]
[U-God]
This - is - the - warrior's anthem
Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome
Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion
The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons
You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick
And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this
Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast
Master the game, this is chess, not checkers
Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art
In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart
One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart
I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart
Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age
Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage
Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt
Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out
[Chorus]
[Outro: U-God]
Yo, man, if you was real, nigga
You would say niggaz names, man
You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man
You scared of niggaz, niggaz is runnin' with yo fuckin' name
You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit
Talkin' about niggaz can't talk this shit
Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga
I don't know what the fuck you talking about
Verse One:
Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down,
Mama told me you's the giant
Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone
throne
So defiant, they stole the science from the o.g.
carbon copies,sloppy,trying
To muscle out the o.d. slapshot,can't get it past the
goalie mask
Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off, henn, gin rummy
stunts, cummin in sums, writing on ya tummy hun
Low stamina, still hungry some, asthma,
clogged up, Ramus smog, dialogue, dorm plasma, road
hog it all, hammers
No matter what, the track's right and exact,it
matters,the scanners listen
System jammer, right on ya rack, black panther on a
mission
Right back at you,ready to cook this shit!
Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone
statues(planes crashin!)
Verse Two:
Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to
gain, chained to the bumper.
Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe
eruption, it's a gusher!
Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born
criminals foul within the isle
Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat
through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals.
The track more lethal, came back to see you
Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the
lava,the helicopter hit you, flyin saucers, of
course,may the force not be with you
These bengals that dangle, sinister phantom menace,
hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my
spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed
fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance,
now gimme love
(more planes,and pilots panicing.)
Verse Three:
Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill
him some more with some
old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the
bomb blow, on the whole
a ruthless, butter roll flow. Show improvement? This
shit is cool whip to me,
when i throw off the wool. This music with a mule
kick, eight ball in the side
pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick,
smoked the dipped,
notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my
hands, fans, read the blueprints,
the truth, the slang you bit? To form in a sentence,
the cold winters I spent with
splinters, the apprentice under Rza's training, he
sang, each aim's vintage,
aimin at you swine eater, wifebeater scoundrels,
stolen vowel theives, i'm swollen
now, Collen Powel relief, throw the towel in, tools
in, full spin, school em again,
show em that the wise could rejuvinize all these
hoodlums,don't sleep he could win.
Pull a pen, it's full again,celeb, all on the web on a
conquest, no disturbance,
address it to ya chest, you're in turbulance,mighty
men vitamin d. Rest in peace
[Leatha Face]
To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock
Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box
My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
Strapped for what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut
>From Leatha and Uey, verbal gymnast
Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks leave statistics
Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight
Half of my life is right, the other half is a gun fight
Uptight jake harassin for college satisfaction
101 question askin in back of the paddy wagon
[U-God]
Sadly, tragedy happen
Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin
Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal
Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno
Crack my fingers on pianos
I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackel
No time to react, combat, flyin scrap metal
Kamikaze degrees, cherry instant fire, live wire
Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops
Collosal current enforcin, outer bridge crossin
One foot first, is the rebirth, the crime arson
Caution, furnace flyin, deserters try to black ball us
Over the face of the Earth's surface
The heat is heatin up, demon from the east wing
Hitman's bullet, leave you barely breathin and barely seein
A critically blaze, biblical plague in amaze
Riddle the box, smmothered in cops
Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks
A space invader, laced with lazers and with omega weapons
Magnificent 7, this cannibal mouth, gangsta spectrum
Form an animal house, fume at 11
[Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers]
We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot
Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots
Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
War displayed by the real niggaz
[Raekwon]
On his wrist saw the spiral, glass hand
Last man to eat tracks like you straight up, hit up a white dude
Jean jacket, Austrailian gats, Mediterainian raps
Play the back with the joint on his neck
Who feelin this? Thugs love this, we way above sea level, love
Check out the glove, stay bloodied up, plug this
Verbal hygiene, the Golden Arm, plus niggaz stay warm
See ya out in Mexico, we implantin The Swarm
All niggaz snatch money, watch the sweater, criticize my Fila
Sneakers cost cheddar, with the heat out
Brolic, extra large, dynamic, crack your ceramic in half
Go against The Grain, we feedin you math
What up? Niggaz call it high-tech, big shank reign
Straight out the kitchenette, jums in the set
Before I go, analyze all money go
Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, rockin bummy clothes
[Hell Razah]
Bloody Red Hook, money and crooks
Get out my face with them funny looks, ya better off studyin books
Let the weed burn, they brain dead, I feed em the worms
Y'all be actin up and showin off, in needin to learn
You know the sun shines as the Earth turns
Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knockin off whoever concerned
I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like Jeremmiah
Turn a crowd to a choir, hot wired space ships
Fed niggaz who I hate with, I be Apocalyspe, Tales of the Crypt
Raise the dead out the realm with a 6
Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, shots hit
We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips
I'm the silencer on the loudest clip
The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put of curse on whoever major
Snatch the belt off the heavy weighter
I be a Swarm alligator, slap niggaz way across equators
When the dare try to flaunt they paper
[Chorus x1.5]
Countdown
Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my lead
Fire winds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit' the rush
Untouchable chunk of air, wax and soul
Sound waves slay out the back, can't smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake nuclear blast
Heavy on the cash, gimme what it takes now
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
Wit' the possibility to stop your walkin' ability
God forgive me, spark enemies wit' pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon the guarded tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you puss from where you bust
In God, you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts
Pound pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round up
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Aiyyo yo, I spit bars
Travellin' tremendous speed measurin' far
Been bustin' satellites circlin' Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
This music is mind control like computer chips
Been doin' this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
Wit' turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition
Wit' no intermission, spittin' hazardous darts
Up front like Rosa Parks makin' million men march
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line 'em up God, I [Incomprehensible]
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin' to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death but scared to live
So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty by nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch, I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, enter at your own risk
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
[U-God]
Once again...
Through the storms... I gotta stay strong
Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm
with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born
on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step
When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm
>From Fort Green I sing the song mean
Bring the calm overseas, glide high in the skies
Sky dive... far... far as the eye could see
In the midst of acapell', I ball my fist up
Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti
I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop?
Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail?
The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet
Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses
Niggas love those expensive cars
Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar?
An amazon woman from the stripbar
God, it varies, Halley Berry, stars eatin hard cherries
This world is bizarre, not bein far from Mars
Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays
Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey
Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay
Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day
Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains
Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles
Let off one, stay in your lane
Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum
Numb, one case got thrown out in dismissal
Everybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistle
before I lock on your ass, bone gristle?
These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal
[Hell Razah]
Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brain
Got rich and couldn't live for the end of the game
Government chain, breakin off the slavery chain
From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain
Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim
Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train
Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane
We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame
Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers
Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour
Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward
Stop the crow from the young flowers, from goin to Howard
Brooklyn Babe Ruth, raised in fatigues and boots
Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot
No description, all though it was dark, an Egyptain
And didn't have no love, but a grudge against Clinton
[U-God]
Representin... how much gold can one man claim?
Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rain
Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane
with nothin to lose, but everythin to gain
So far to go, much more is unclaimed
No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps
stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city
that never sleeps, street sweepin
is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein
A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom
On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour
I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power
So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin
At God speed, damn it, fear is planted
Severe nature of man, there's still no cure
Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law
Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question
Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome
Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky
Everythin is a lesson, RZA another God for all of your blessins
I'm reppin, grateful 'til I'm dead, hateful heads, we under Allah's
protection
Essence of life, one second, after the blastin
I wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin?
I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action
Communication breakdown, it's all the same
Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane
It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain
Another man's loss, another man's gain
Stay in the game, pleasure and pain
We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain
*police radio* (humming)
(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become meat
All that is sacred
My body lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man hell he laid in
Logical was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his chest
Left him for death
Left him on his last breath
Crawling, just to make a statement (hu hu huh)
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
Under city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
(Chorus)
Will he make it?
Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
He damn near died
Banished my wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out the window, slide
Before me now the city cries
(U-God)
Unconscious for months (beep beep)
Deep in coma shock
When you awoke, it was hope
Dry throat
Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you head
Change of the bed
Doped up and soaking while police on top
Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops
What we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he pulls out two briefcases
A picture popped up on computer
One woman, one man, sharpshooter
He asked you do you remember these two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was raped
What the hell
You escape well
Police investigated the scene
Scrape the crime scene
Down to the bone panel
While you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples that match
The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't remember
You ripped his nose ring
Right out his nose
Before he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he lived
>From the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger prints popped up
This is where it begins
Your street name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill project was your outlet
You was a target
Or organized outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund drill
Booby trapped perhaps
Left his food for the rats
Now...
(Chorus)
Will you make it?
Will you survive?
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out the window slide
Before me now the city cries
(U-God)
One cop's weakness
Was heroic, he exposed pieces
Leaked out information
On surveillance where his wife was staying
Police tracked her down
Blood hound on the east side of town
In some skyscraper
They had video tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the nose ring
But the police didn't have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing
Not even a face
He had to clear his name
He bit off more than he could chew
His absent minded flash backs grew
And grew to hate
He had to escape
To ICU
On the second day he came through
He concocted the impossible
The psych' slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night
If police hunting was right
He's seeking for justice
Off point bulletin
On a black male Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
He saw his wife
And the nigga that knifed him
He wanted to mash him
He was real patient
A devilish growl sensation
And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder revenge
Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby floor
Security on post
Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras undetected
To the 25th floor
Apartment 504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead
In a matter of seconds and inches
The door was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her eyes met the metal
She screamed Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in arms
The drapes caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a hundred stories high
Don't doubt him
Will he make it?
Continued next album
(Chorus)
Will he make it?
Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
He damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out the window slide...
Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says
With his bare hands he stood all of us off
And if he had weapons...
Golden Arm never uses weapons
Says he doesn't need them
He says using his bare arms is the best
And he's probably right
Nobody's beaten him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all then
We had no chance
verse one: U-God/Golden Arms)
It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
I got control drop a load
Time to rip shit
Time to rock and roll
I play the block and stroll
Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
Choppin for dough, prophecise
Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
The horse power cross bow
Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow
Under my belt plenty live
Twenty five in the front row
Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin
Rumble in the Bronx
Slugs out start buggin out
Thugs out, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats
Honeys suckin me, sweets
Do a 90 in the jeep
Red glorious, might stand victorious
A hundred story high in story in
Poor men of the street
Jammed the game, to the poor again
Slanted the Wu branded name it's war again
It's war again
(chorus)
"gun cocks back"
Lay down
"bullets fire"
Mothafucka lay down
Lay down
Spray sounds
Spray sounds
Spray sounds
(verse two: U-god/Golden Arms)
Subject to sing like the slasher slither
Better through a guy's status
Apparatus tied to your liver
Melanin never whither
Mount St. Helens swellin
Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums
I'm never tellin, diary, just a firey felon
Coffins I'm nailin
All your frail men on a scale
Your deep space maybe's
Inject your offsprings wit the rabies
It's gravy train on the remy, dirty glass
Sponge kidney bath real pissy
Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats
Demolition derby, attourney to rap
Before the jury
A thirty six word remix
Firey phoenix turn tables wobble
Out the precint shake the ground decent
Still waiting for impeachment I'm sea sick
(chorus)
"gun cocks back"
Lay down
"bullets fire"
Mothafucka lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Spray sounds
Spray sounds
(verse three: U-God/Golden Arms)
Editah, sexual preditah
In the burn centah
Tempah, pepper salt
Hashish master piece
Out the vault
Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya
In the gaea of North America
Placenta crackin it's crisis
Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo'
World trauma, who got the virus?
Pearl Harbor casino classic free loader
Weed smokin bastards
Gambinos on amino acid
Bio-hazards
Faster the groover the hoover vacume
The child spark remover sag em'
Passionate wars wit U-God Nebraska to Alaska
Pipe line the right by a massacre
Thought racial barriers
The air craft carriers severe
Spill your mascara dear
The skin lab
Tear your flesh everywhere
Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe
When will you learn
You'll get burned
(chorus)
"gun cock back"
Lay down
"Bullets fire"
Mothafucka lay down
Lay down
Lay down
Lay down, spray sounds
Spray sounds
Lay down
Lay down
Mothafucka lay down
Don't get up lay down
Lay down
Lay down
(Verse 1: U-God)
Thanks for the rap action pack satisfaction
Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon
I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion
Back draft crash landin
Last man standing
All bodies full of swords
Cards of confusion
Killa bee guarntee
The guilotine execution
Reviloution air pollution
New budda diva fairy, beaver, be cleaver, fever, curry speaker
Sweet creature hurry knockin
Dirty rockin jockin
One stand word is thirty shell shockin
Unlockin fell through the flurries
Hurry, don't worry cherry blow
Go beyond wall rip a hardcore
Right
(chorus: U-God)
Someone's knockin at the door
Someone's brining the swell
Y'all really want the fuckin war
Golden Arms bringing the swell
Somebody knockin at the door
Somebody brinin the swell
Young guns down for the cause
Golden Arms bringin the swell
(Verse 2: Letha Face)
Last hope Staten force, stack a few thoughts
Burn a mens courts
German imports adapt to the sport
Smash your courts like elevator deaths
Hell raizer checks
Shells faith invest it dwells in the plate in your chest
Facial sweats away in your breath
Scrapin your best patriot blessed warzone
No escapin the death
Snake you inject venom from poison glands
Boy scans destroy mans
The only survivor if the weak hold jams
Boths mans a pyrex measuring cups
Fo' better bust permanent headrush
Body illustrius
Infamous selfdestruct 12 bomb mechanisms
Expertism sets down your power gland systems
(chorus: U-God)
Somebody rockin hardcore
Sombody bringin the swell
Y'all really want the fuckin war
Golden Arms bringin the swell
Somebody rockin hardcore
Somebody bringin the swell
Somebody rockin hardcore
Golden Arms bringin the swell
(Verse 3: U-God)
Titanium bat
Drainin the crainium crack
Strainin your back
Late flap played back flippin
Disco daddy caddy shack
Glad he back, novelty size
Swallow me in poverty pimpin
Finger lickin hood stricken
Muffle detect slide
Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens
Rag time drag through
36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction
Crash y'all since you in fast ball
And gas your last ass-whippin
Ask canned equipment
Risky district sound effect
Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment
The upmost control cut most amounted track
Polish my knaps
Now get simplicity twisted
Guys on top
Won't he despise out the meisor
The crypt tall bricks hit em'
Rip torn the bits got flipped shredded then chipped over dicer
(chorus: U-God)
Someone knockin at the door
Someone bringin the swell
Y'all niggas really want the war
Golden Arms bringin the swell
Y'all want the fuckin hardcore
Golden Arms bringin the swell
Young guns out for the cause
Golden Arms bringin the bell
[Intro: Leathafase]
Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers)
(It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap)
Short story, (actual actual)
For y'all faggots, (homo niggaz)
Get in line, (stand up)
Throw your hands up (fire in your ear)
Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed)
God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit!
[U-God (Leathafase)]
The hot fly shit, do or die forces
Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress
(More of this, blow the door frame off the henges
Columbian drug lord) Part time business
Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice
Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis
(His name was with jealous, they finance the figures
Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners
[Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)]
When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap)
Niggaz want the streets back (it's a wrap)
Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap)
Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap)
[Leathafase (U-God)]
When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares
Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs
To the bible I sware to complete the contract
(Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact
Fierce in combat, killin' flow level
Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels
Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle
Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal
[Chorus]
[U-God (Leathafase) {both}]
Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK)
Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray)
Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace
Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine
(If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier
He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up)
Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em
Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain}
[Chorus]
[Leathafase (U-God) {both}]
With his last breath, this die hard villain
(Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling)
Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion
(Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun)
Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray
(Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head
(Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs)
Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids)
In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact)
{Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract}
[Chorus]
[U-God (Leathafase)]
Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Leathafase]
[U-God]
I'm that warlord that's out for the gold
Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned
Shit ain't sweet, son, my mind stays grown
The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome
It hurts when I see you, you're my first clone
But, daddy's home on some violator shit
We annihilator, out the alligator pits
Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits
Niggaz get rich, with homes on they head
Throw me in the streets, that's where our grown men bred
On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon
Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still
From the Hills, slapped on the scale
High honor, Shaolin bomber
With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest
You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers
Put this log in your noggin, he's on a rampage
Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing
Like bitches, ain't no I in team
That's why we can't get the riches, play your position, nigga
[Chorus x2: U-God]
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...
[U-God]
On my solo destiny, try to shit on me
When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead
Greed and lie just to get what you need
Feed off my rhymes and my recipe
Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze
Or a Beck's to relieve all the stress you need
Stop testing me, then set me free
The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep
Buckshot, nine niggaz tried to replace me
I'm a prime time figure to the next degree
Now it's bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep
Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep
Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril
Inside you're weak, portrayin' that you're hostile
Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils
I bury you, til they, find your fossil
The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco
Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo
You and your brother is a dirty combo
You bird ass niggaz, catch thirty, pronto
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me
But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield
Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme
One of your best killers, you know that I feel this
Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers
Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers
Peep that performer on the humble, I'm comin' for you
Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do?
[Leathafase]
What's the outcome when your testing mines?
Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves
No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
I unfasten my Jordans, spill out the raw
Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
It's hard crash, blow your car
Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God
Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech
I jet on your set, to disconnect it
Life support system, direct, your wreckless
The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off
To hang the cost, when I flame the torch
[Chorus x2: Leathafase (U-God)]
We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
(Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out)
[U-God]
The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
Lean back in the stretch Lex'
Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
Now, feel the force of the full court press
I apply the kiss of death, something for real
The realness, untouchable Elliott Ness
Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch
The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh
At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars
Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly
Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
Very necessery when I make it to the top
On my cock, Halle Berry
Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made
In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy
Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
The cameras glare under the chandelier
Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
Tear it down, down to the last compound
New York mix with a Compton style
Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle
Telephone, he keep stalking the child
For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial
Secluded in exhile, like my sex wild
Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
Beat onto your chest when I let the tech growl
[Chorus: U-God]
I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone
Red skin tone, rap syndrome
[U-God]
I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder
Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder
Heat mizer, to all you competitors
You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
Return of the predator, let me demonstrate
Make niggaz spill blood like women menunstrate
And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through
If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you
Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
Everyday that you do, catches up to you
I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game
Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain
Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug
I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge
Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs
[Chorus]
[U-God]
I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested
I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip
When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin
Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya
Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder
The bulldog growler, potato on the end
I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend
They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options
Locked in, now I'm in the top ten
I'll never bend, heads give up
When I, see ready for, dead in the dust
I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask
It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on!
[Chorus]
[U-God]
The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill
Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will
Don't fuck with new niggaz, I figured they wired
I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor
I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb
Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers'
Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird
In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs
Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal
From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil
Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don
Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm
And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM
With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends
And I popped out the rifle and M-16
You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels
All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols
Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's
Call in for drama, bring on the pay load
[Intro: U-God]
Yeah, this one right here
Is for those fly motherfuckers
All those motherfuckers get money
All those money makers
When you look in the mirror
And you confident, your cologne is on right
You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin'
You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin'
It's all like this, go get pretty like me
[U-God]
I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze
Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant
Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers
[Chorus: U-God]
There's no one in the city like me
No one gets gritty like me, homey
Big wheels spinnin' on D's
Go get pretty like me, Goldie
You're messin' with a real O.G.
Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey
No one gets gritty like me, Goldie
Go get pretty like me
[U-God]
In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
Getting that paper, is my motivation
In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby
[Chorus]
[Hook 2X: U-God]
Don't fuck with my bitches
Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie
[U-God]
Yo, Inspectah Deck track
break your back Yo
A message of a wreckage
50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler
Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther
8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer
Round table revolve around ten musketeer
Think you, got all the riches
Think you poli with bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital
Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno
[Lethaface]
My administration deceive the population
Start the next generation by artificial insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken
I'm a nuclear warhead bomb evasion
Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
Preparation your sweatin,
I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare time
[U-God]
Crime Time
We rollin with the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new recruiting
Wu-Tang, slang bang your unit
Put us in your cassette deck, yo, improvement
Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than math
That makes you level through the devil
And never surpass
The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch pots
And hot twats
Fully operational gats mmhmm
The uncanny, vilagialaty panty man
Crock, took by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you caught up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite destruction
[Lethaface]
Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on America
Human civilization in concert treble concentration camps
Replacement amps blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed seduction corruption
From The brain cells decreasing
Its sucker duck season. fuck treason
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then give birth to a newborn
Figure of speech drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you perform on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate
The nine fades the hearts of men
Slip the cartridge in
Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone over the phone
[U-God]
Danger zone
Bozzy Capone alone, in a terradome Stalon
With a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen
Straight both ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the brain damage
Bring the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data, Scatter
Then a dark part where D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You kung fu check the cleaner
From fire line I gun you for fun
Dial 9-1-1
Someone tore down the tunnel son
1-2 Check your fronts
Captain Crunch, munch on you for lunch
You punchbag drunk, bald headed monk
Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of junk
Buffer and bump stop humping me
Ruff a scum sucking muthafuckas,
Ducking my shit just luckily
[Chorus]
Other emcees made a big mistake
Fronting on the mic that's truly great
What? how you want it fried or baked
I place in right through the heart of a snake
Sceam at mapps, take what we can take
Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates
Golden Arms going strong, I'm holding weight
'Cause
[U-God]
Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches
Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office
Crunch time steroid big boy itches
Eyes that lay for blood money riches
Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker
Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter
Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands
Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam!
Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash
D-up, burn brother for the real..fast
Terrible lung split frame for reala
One-man go low hit man guerilla
Whispering there something of a thriller, killer
Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff
Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty
Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty
Truly yours Golden Arms New York native
Talk, shankin' my mouth now gangsta walk
[Chorus: U-God]
(effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta..What?
Dat's Gangsta
(effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta..what?!
[U-God]
When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump
Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump
Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct
I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut
Put your big shoes on now walk your struts
Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right?
Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts
Untenable thrust plus that hammerhead busts
Once I splash acapella wind shaft
This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST!
Thrash mash the pedal now dash
Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash
Sound cage of rage livin'that status
That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest
You heard it here first one verse then you're caught
Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock
[Chorus : U-God]
[ U-God]
Raw, cold winds energize rebels
All our doors swingin' killing floor level
Explode code of silence my violence you respect
Liver than flesh that this mic head the best
Veteran chest never say die never say rest
The hang time derange in this rap game divine
Now change of the range bang with gansta our line
Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome
Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin'
The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now
Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill
Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed
Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin'
[Chorus: U-God]
She get down right crunk, ahh
She love an east coast thug, right
She got a down south bump, ahh
She looking nice iced up, now
[U-God]
All that I know is I rock and roll
Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control
Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes
Slip slow, down to the poles
Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs
Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs
Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that's what you want
I'm that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz
He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss
So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on
[Chorus]
[Hook: U-God]
Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body
Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body
Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body
Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body
[U-God]
She's a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty
She gets right down to it, owww, she's a flirty
She's a fly young lady, down talk to strangers
She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers
She's so outrageous, she's such a freak
She throw that game, better bow to her feet
She shake that ass, you want that sex
She so independent and she wants her respect
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[U-God]
I know what type of girls I like
Big bump on the motor bike
Better tell her, I'm going fast
Better tell her, hold on tight
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Intro: crowd]
Start the fuckin' show! (G-O-D, baby!)
Yeah, G-O-D, U-G-O-D
Uey!! Yeah U-G-O-D!
[U-God]
Who the bad mother brother with the super sperm
That's waiting in the corner, for his return?
Ya'll step back cuz the trigger is lethal ---
He's a cool cool cat, you know where he's at
Fast on the fate, don't pull your blade
Cool dude, now here is the sequel ---
He ride the rhyme with new releases
And rock you deep, and hold you tight
Crack your back in a million pieces ---
Whoooo, he sly as a fox, cause major pain
And fly when he box, when he play the game
Slide from the cops, and grab your dames --
Whoooo, he sly in the sequel, and your eye ain't quicker than
Cut your posters, zero, nine
He freak you out, til you down right simple
Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
She rags sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak
Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix
Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix
Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer
The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror
Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam
Cracklin', screamin', crime who I am
Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap
Rule the rough mind stap, cryin', his eyes strapped
Beneath clothin', perhaps speed glowin'
The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown
The unforbidden, got to live, wild style begun
To uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun
You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars
And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars
Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints
Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
The same feelin' scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em
Link spot blast, even though I shot last
The underdog stranger, super freak hot blast
The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting
Swift with the gifts, it's the God Body Squad
It's not a myth, we defy all laws
Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
But, all in the all be grateful to be livin'
While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
Serious the world, experience this struggle
The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
We feelin' calmly now to dominate the scene
The grass more green, attack speed demon
The cliffhanger vaccine, man in machine
Now from round one, mayor style sum
I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drum
You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars
And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars
Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist
Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice
Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within
Against witty rap war startin', robbin' in the wind
The great blue skies and the great red birds
From the pitch black city with the long link verbs
Golden Arms song truly to restore the Earth's beauty
Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury
When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty
A force has awakened, breath-takin' vengeance
Midnight power plant, seekin' the menace
My wrestlin' vest, lyric fresh, dry bone
My appetite destruction is official cyclones
Thai poems, my throne
One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones
It's on now
You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars
And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars, now
[Incomprehensible]
We're the best, I assure you
That's not what I've heard, there's a lot of Shaolin men around here
They're not important
Are you trying to deceive me?
Oh no sir no sir
Those damn Shaolin students, they're just a bunch of rebels
Time and again in the past
The court has given orders to wipe them out
Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher
Who is this man?
[Chorus: U-God]
You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man
(Wu-Tang!)
I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man
(Wu-Tang!)
[U-God:]
I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles
Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those
More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo
On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle
My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle
Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle
When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls
The greedy pain, draining on my life force
Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws
Fight law off, cause I don't like ya'll
Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market
You're brain washed, watch the starships
I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms
Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone
I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it
Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it
Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus
Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc
Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me
You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory
[Chorus x2]
[Method Man:]
Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick
Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff
You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch
The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip
I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand
Just like a fiend who took a package and ran
Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park Hill
For marked bills, ratchets and grams
So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop
Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge
Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared
And keep the works stuffed in they bras
This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black
My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back
To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back
And you know we heading back to the top, nigga
[Mike Tyson sample:]
I'm the best ever, I'm the most brutal and vicious
And most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could -
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me
I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me
Praise be to Allah!
[Ghostface Killah:]
Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay
Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet
Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover
Niggas balling me down, that's when I reached over
Figured they ain't got no matters, young boys round here
They don't know my status
See niggas looking for a full time jack move
But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes
Give it to them quick, something like fast food
Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who?
Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes
Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you
You mad, cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss
When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men
Come value your business, it ain't all gravy
You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you
[Chorus: U-God (Scotty Wotty)]
We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
(We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled)
[U-God:]
Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds
So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug
Fire all cylenders, swing with gritty love
Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club
I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove
Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug
A minister of death, came back to finish ya
At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud
That's right, it's in my blood, damn, what's in them drugs
They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor
Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall
Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw
If I sell out, yo, I'm copping some more
Get the hell out, or I'm popping the four
Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets
Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest
[Chorus]
[Scotty Wotty:]
Consider me pissed off, them swiners better throw in they whole chalk
'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff
Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash
I precede the aftermath of an acid bath
Take a leap from the highest, and walk home bloody from a riot
And still stay chubby on a diet
Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michellen
It's obvious, the God ain't settling
Repetition and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals
Blow the rugers, brothers wanna through rubbles
Rock fight avalanches and ambushing
Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes
I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush
It wasn't us, it was Paul and his brother
Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen
I guzzle punks like 22's, embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenus
It's important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorsing
We eat the fucking cake without the frosting
Contents contained, shatters his splattered brain
Ever since Killah Priest was ordained
I'm bringing back the revely, I had with Beverly
And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery, fuck outta here
[Chorus x2]
[Mike Tyson sample:]
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart
[Intro: U-God]
Time to strongarm this shit
This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin?
From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit
Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South
L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day
[Desert Eagle]
Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block
Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top
Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop
Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot
And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance
But you might catch me bangin' in the twat
She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot
In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box
Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox
Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead
So we gotta watch the killas on the strip
You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip
One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit
I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click
Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit
[U-God]
As the music gets louder at the top of the hour
It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power
I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans
And it never backfires when I devise a plan
I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big
All you coward ass niggas don't want me to live
Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive
Ya'll tight ass niggas, ya'll greedy ass pigs, nigga
Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM
I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam
I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine
Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen
I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl
I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world
And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors
An Italian Job, catch a big money score
At the tip of the iceberg, top of the mountain
Nigga, sky's the limit, when money I'm countin'
I want water and waves sprayin' out my fountain
Nigga, I can it with him, or I can do without him, bitch
[Chorus: all (INF-Black)]
Take it to the top (we ball 'til we fall, let the champagne pop, nigga)
Take it to the top (every hood, every block, know we got this shit locked,
nigga)
Take it to the top (Uptown niggas, Downtown niggas, get it poppin', baby)
Take it to the top (Niggas get your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come
on!)
[INF-Black]
It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter
I parachute in your hood, ride off on a scooter
Smookin' buddha with two nines, I'm still rockin' Puma's
Heard it first on grapevine, my rhymes ill manauvers
On jake, we call 'em one time, escape the street crime
Drapped in black hoodies, Timbs and gold shines
Poppin' that champagne, get high like jet lines
Glide and break spines, make ya'll respect mine
I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine
INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime
Rippin' right through your flesh, these bitches they wantin' sex
I take you to the top, and cut you off at the neck
Oh you the boss? You ain't a threat
Who cares of what you did, who cares of what you rep
I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess
Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress
Ride with me... Hillside, uh
[Chorus]
[King Just]
I've done started at the bottom, I deserve the tippy
Ya'll niggas got some nerve to try to forget me
Man, is he, or isn't he, the greatest who done it?
With sixteen bars that run concurrent
Who wanna serve the warrant? Ya'll ain't got nothin' for him
How you gonna score points, on the after Mike Jordan
Won't happen, stay scrappin', I can see what you lackin'
Hillside, rep Staten, see my wolves, still packin'
I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office
Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers
Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you
That's how I'm supposed to do
We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth
Who the fuck wastes they money to put you in the booth?
You ain't the truth, you more like an L-I-E
Let it be known, I meet you at the T-O-P, nigga
[Letha Face]
Enter the stage, I hell raise
With the force of double barrel 12 gauge
Pump shotgun, dump hot ones
Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs
Let me explain what the pain is about
Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style
Twin pounds in my hands, write my measurements down, clown
I bang in the name of my son, exchange flames til I'm done
The clip's empty and I'm the remainding one
Anger from the Slums, soak up liquor with a sponge liver
Your flow of blood is leakin' worse than a running river
Silver spines worse than Cabin Fever
Play the receiver, of a stabbing meat clever in your abdomen
All that from steppin' on my sneaker
The beat box jam, causes me to murder you with my intellect
Kill for respect, plus work hard for the power
Then I carve Loose Links inside the heart of a coward
[Chorus: U-God]
You won't, you won't, you won't slick
Fly shit, let a supa nigga rip
You want, you want, the music
Them hits, let a supa nigga rip
Can I, can I, can I live
Can I live, let a supa nigga rip
Them hits, you make, you ain't shit
Stop trick, let a supa nigga rip
[U-God]
My sideburns resemble supa fly O'Neal
Dust off the rocks, pop the bluesteele
Shoot for thrills, drive the big wheels
My waterbeds, wavy ladies, tell me how it feels
There he go, in came the wind
The sudden fragrance, was like Angel for men
Out the gold carriage, the doo rags chief
When you see him go, rose peddles on his feet
The man you can trust, the man with thrust
Every jam I bust, is somethin' fan-tabulous
These scandalous streets, the way that I spill this
Make cold hearted people bump, triggermen feel this
[Chorus]
[U-God]
I sit back like the Mack, sip my yak
Watch the dough stack, go explosive on the track
Heavy dosage, react blinded, stay on some hungry
The money don't make the man, the man make the money
Poison, bad men, hoes and all the honeys
Noise in the attic, boy, you can't run from me
The gun runner, funky drummer, number one stunner
Breeze through in the hummer, crush a G.Q. cover
It's prime-time, hit the mic like James Brown and hover
The same time I smother, bring down the thunder
The fighter, the lover, understand my pen
We rep on record and we stand like men
Yes I stand like ten, friends with boulder ends
Fresh out the pen, drop cars from Motor Trend
Yes it's him, swinger, rings on every finger
Ladies in the hallway sayin' "Sing for me singer", it's
[Chorus]
[U-God]
It's 2002 and my, gun is a laser
My, mind is my castle and my, tongue is a razor
Renegade favor hollow, fast on the phase
Trailblazin' kids still, fast with his blades
Leather, recliner seats, designer shades
Zero to ninety, dippin' down the highways
Yellin' out the window, I should of did it my way
A Friday high day, cape in the wind
The ex-gun slinger's done, came through again
The missin' link consist of sting, see me with dime pieces
Three at a time pleaser, Remy red lime squeezer
Fine creature, nice to meet you Golden
That super bad brother, that muthafucka holdin'
You heard, now
[Intro: Leatha Face]
Get 'em...
Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Freak, freak, freak, freak
[Leatha Face]
So you wanna be the man with the gun in your hand
The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell
The smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforces
That they become victim to homicide resources
Minor league bosses, petty cash crimies
Snatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaks
Short circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak
The echo travels the city night streets
[U-God]
Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
Rhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
Stop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine
Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine
Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last
Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast
Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass
[Chorus x2: Leatha Face]
Dirty, grimey, low down, shiesty
Freaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood
(Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Freak, freak, freak, freak)
[Leatha Face]
Snap screen shots of the wild life chronicles
Head spin similar to theme park roller coasters
The solo holster straps, laser beam glocks
Steamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particles
Barbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hooks
Splash brain from the wild frame notebooks
Son, you so shook, I murder your gimmick
Take you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit
[U-God]
Yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
Second round, second left, in your town, check it, check
Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
Smack off your funny hat, always come in super jive
Lamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side
[Chorus x2]
[Leatha Face]
Pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride, enter the zone
Open wide, head blown, hell fire, lead bone
Self fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's dome
Divine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stone
Blood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects
Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's
That take a sharp head bangers, state of the art
[U-God]
Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip
Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips
Raps on the juggle, double up quick
Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip
Cause the long eyelids point to your lips
To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip
Fully action pump grip, jump swift
Blow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss
[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun herns, standin firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin
[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue
[Leatha Face]
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head
Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue
[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue
[U-God]
Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold
Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Menate the the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burnin condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin
Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin
Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation
Standin ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue
[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
[Intro: Desert Eagle]
(Tell me... tell me...)
What would you do? Hillside Scramblers
Loose links, what would you?
Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
[Desert Eagle]
I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds
He started the beef, now, wanna split town
With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now
Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
Get it clown? You done started something
I put it down, and you just started hustlin'
Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing
You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin'
Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping
Test your heat when it blaze, better target something
Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking
Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something
Niggaz need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing
Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function
Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping
Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?
[Chorus: Letha Face]
Tell me: what would you do?
If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop
Would you shoot first? Or get shot?
Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock
Tell me..
[Letha Face]
I can't stand it, people try to judge me
Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted
I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot
I could kiss the man who invented the glock
The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock
So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story
Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter
Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters
Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backwards
Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw
I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel
These lethal bars perfected, can't be injected by needles
Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole
Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones to Jell-o
Mellow tones with a stealth blow, under the bell's a four-four
The impact will crack an elephant's skull
[Chorus x2]
[INF-Black]
I'm like the hallways you walk through, smokin' a blunt with a brew
The staircase you piss on, gettin' head on the roof
Ride down my elevator, you get punched in the tooth
My alligators hang loose from the front to the phone booth
I'm the concrete, the gates, the bars, gunnin' my goof
I'm the drugs, the money, the booze, and every rules
Fuckin' Betty who? Niggaz is petty, can get it to
Watch your mouth nigga, watch me, watch you
Like a movie, thought it was cool, how you wanted to do me
See me live with the snakes and get rid of them rats
I'm the fire in the lake, I burn faster than a match
But longer in a forest, at the speed of a mach
Spittin' out, bangin' off ground, I'm tearin' it down
There's never no fear in me, and they tellin' what's in me now
I've done tasted the dust, washed my face with the mud
Off with these clowns, my shoes is only made from my blood
[Intro: Scotty Wotty]
It's the sasquath, Jackpot
The roach killer, that's what we do
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
[Scotty Wotty:]
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam Quinten
You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
Walking round like Deebo, cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the decon breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
[U-God:]
Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
The econimist of the bio standard
And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed
And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
[GZA:]
They known to leech off people for, years and years
They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas ears
They set up shops in apartments in projects
Bold enough to roll up on, any object
Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so long
Immune to 'combats' and, household 'raids'
Like informants that's living off, government aid
We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
It take a million of ya'll just to fill up my shoe
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
['The Godfather' sample:]
How long till you get me off the hook? For old time's sake
I can't do it, Sally
[U-God]
Yo, rated x, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next
The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the jets
Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggaz come for test
[Chorus: U-God]
Still grimey (grimey, grimey)
Still slimey (slimey, slimey)
Don't try me (try me, try me)
It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
[Sean Price]
Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggaz like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?'
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you're hot, the next, your rep drops
None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib
Wife like 'He ain't here', throw some to your wiz
Niggaz running up on me, til the tre' pound click
Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets
Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots
Ya'll niggaz ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side
Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride
Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving
Ya'll niggaz ain't think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh
[Chorus]
[Prodigal Sunn]
I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels
Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills
Mad cuz your hoe, feeling P. Sunzini, give you
As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we can make you a body
Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party
I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me
Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti
[Chorus]
[C-Rayz Walz]
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck
My reflections... (still grimey)
Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney
I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny
On every corner, I'm grams, you can find me
The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak
This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
Better have they face in the game, like the Blue Man Group
I heard you smell me, I make it funky
Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys
My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty
Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present
Know why the hood feel me, like police presence
f/ INF-Black
[Intro: INF-Black]
Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
Uh-huh, all my live niggaz, friday..
Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
[INF-Black]
I'm the hood like weed and crack
Best believe I'm the hood and I ain't far from my gat
Was taught to hold it down, and never slack on my mack
Same niggaz you give pounds, be those niggaz that rat
The bullshit, you got a deal, momma told me react
I'm from a part of town, that's real, where you can't relax
Shots throwin', always somethin', get your head piece cracked
The block jumpin', stay pumpin', these buildings is where it's at
These buildings is where I stack, brought out the INF-Black
Rather get caught in the act, then caught dead in your back, so chill (chill)
If peace was an option, and still plottin'
Nobody's untouchable, keep your p's when it's coppin'
Please, when I'm cockin', or freeze and get boxed in
So many m.c.'s on they knees, now they plead when they coppin'
My live state rockin', fresh, and still grindin'
Time after time and my homies, I'm still ridin'
[Chorus 2X: INF-Black]
Ya'll haters coudln't ride with me
Couldn't get down like me, get high like me
Competition's like a robbery, it's easy to see
Yo, put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
[Hook: INF-Black]
Go bang, when I'm jumpin' the gun
Have ya'll bitch ass niggaz run
It go bang, that's the sound of the thang
That's the sound of the thang..
[INF-Black]
I ain't talkin' like I can't slip, or get clipped
But I'm on point like my outfit matchin' my kicks
I'm cockin' this fifth, faggot niggaz all on my dick
With a heart full of fire, I ain't givin' an inch
Take my kindness for weakness, ain't life a bitch
Staten Isle's best secret'll run up in your shit
Like I ain't never been pinched, took a blow over some dough
I slap a hole in the 'fro for sniffin' my blow, it's real
Park Hill's where I'm from, where killas load guns
And take funds, huggin' the trigger
Shot pumps in your Hilfiger, or the block for this cheddar
Hold cracks in sweaters, next to floored counterfeiters
Yeah, I loved a lot of niggaz, but lot of niggaz I stop lovin'
It's me or them, so fuck 'em (fuck 'em) ...
[Chorus 2X]
[INF-Black]
I'm livin' proof, nigga, listen
More jewels than Q when he killed Bishop, play the roll or be the victim
Time's tickin', my hand's itchin', I'm hot in the kitchen
Any condition, I'm street, son, I'm plottin' the mission
Choppin' the raw, I'll break it off, through my addition
It's gonna be friction, I keep the half-sawed, it's real
Push my limit, catch an ass whippin', son, I aint' missin'
Two tool for the club and a nine for the waistline
Get it all, it's fine, just like your bitch, can't wait to taste mine
Break spines for yards and I break the bassline
Hold it down with my squad, move hard as county lines, run that
I'm your car, wouldn't call it a crime
My rubber gripped chrome nine, keep ya'll hoes in line
Treat you like old pussy, cuz I'll fuck you when I want
Gut you out like a turkey and I'll stuff you a blunt, chump
Have you in emergency, for tryin' hum a stunt
[Chorus 2X]
[Bridge: INF-Black]
Nigga run that...
Give up your chain and your watch, or the glock'll go click clack
I ain't playin', what I'm sayin', throw these hollows in your six pack
Don't have me pop, don't move, nigga, I ain't try'nna hear that
Niggaz know I won't hesitate to put your fuckin' shit back
[Interlude: INF-Black]
Yeah, INF-Black, Hillside Scramblers, it
[Hook]
[Outro: INF-Black]
Muthafuckas, toast to that, nigga
[Intro: Autumn Rue]
Spit game..
Spit game..
Game..
Game..
[U-God]
I do the damn thing, toast the champagne
It's the Lord of the Rings, move in full swing
Nigga, fan the flames, expand my wings
Plus my vocal range, I shoot to mane
Call me Kurt Cobain, baptized in the flame
Capsized in the game, nigga, say the name
And I bang you out, with the Gang Land violence
And it's New York's finest, you've been ordained
With the deadly aim, don't think I won't shoot ya
Got more positions than the Karma Sutra, bitch
Call me Super, with the German luger
With the funky dope mauneuver, pass me the rude boy
Stainless steel toy, comin' to killjoy
The real mccoy's is coming to beat it
The best kept secret, shake the ground descend
Kick the door open when I release the bitch
[Chorus: Autumn Rue (male singer)]
Spit game (and they like it)
Spit game (when you have no vest)
Game (walking down the avenue)
Game (always coppin' somethin' new)
[INF-Black]
What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggaz
Niggaz that get pussy, and niggaz that just pussy
Hold it down, all the time, I ain't gotta spend a dime
Bust a cherry, and we dine, cuz fine, I pop wine
And I ain't got game, mami, I drop jewels and pack nines
I'm still the same homey from '89, so speak your mind
Now I'm on my grind, from sun down to sunshine
See you went blind for a minute, now I ain't got time
Catch me spit a line, I don't know, I gotta think about it
Gotta cut these vines 'fore these snakes'll try to penetrate me
Sing about (right), I'm takin' the whole cake
Now I'm push and be up out it, feed the whole Tri state
[Chorus]
[Letha Face]
Now ain't that a damn shame, the way I spit game
I could talk my way out of some beef
And that'll buy me some time to run and get the piece
Then come back with the heat and bury you in the streets
Sweet with the gift of gab, when I lift the mag'
I put you in the right place, you Will & Grace fag
The ex' type spizz off, when it chase the Jag'
Somebody lace the bag, now there's dust in my dutch
Yo Dutch, roll up, wait a minute, hold up
These cats are frontin' the cut, let's open his stomach up
So what? I don't care if you don't like me, you don't excite me
I'll have vets murder you in broad daylight, g
Sheisty's your middle name, I bang you little lames
Rapid shots riddle your frame, your head piece hangs
Same shit but different day, now the pistol's aimed
At your heart, squeeze off then break you apart
[Chorus]
[Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)]
They're the kind of niggaz everybody knows (everybody knows)
They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe)
They're the rolling stones, the Al Capones (watch it when we coming down)
They're the Romeos, they hit you then they gone, ooh, yeah
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah...
Let's go...
Yeah, listen...
[Inspectah Deck:]
The sound of the horns says it's on
We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn
Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen
Duece times 5, that's my type women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy
Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy
Roll like dice in the casino
Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino
Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino
Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero
"Wu-Tang!"
"Wu-Tang!"
[Sadat X:]
The Wild Cowboy number one
G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?
Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks
Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools
I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas
Sixteen bars, keep the car running
Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill
Punks jump up to get beat down
New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour?
Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back
Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up
I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss
"Wu-Tang!"
[U-God:]
Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them
Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium
Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force
Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise
Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish
Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit
I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit
Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook
Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book
Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork
Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt
Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes
I'm that superhero with the brand new costume
"Wu-Tang!"
"Wu-Tang!"
"Wu-Tang!"
[Intro: U-God]
Good God, ugh!
[U-God:]
I got air suspension, hydraulics, in the cockpit
Thumpin' heavy watters, my stereo's bionic
Soul sonic force, wood grain, dual exhaust pipes
Fuel is lost, when thrown in overdrive
A hundred horsepowers and the hood motorized
The super charger take you on a roller coaster ride
Don't worry if you slide, I got four wheel drive
When I glide down Interstate 95
Heard additional miles heading for the high
With my halogen lights, with my buggy eye
Bring truck, serious guy rims, supersized
When I pull up to your side that's, when you realize
That I'm live on your set, pedestrians sweat
Cause they catch whiplash when they turn they neck
With a multi disc changer, plus casette
This is for them low riders that burn the strip
[Chorus: Leathafase (U-God)]
Driving down the strip, I'm smoking out
Roof ripped, deep dish, rims pokin' out
(Ride higher, good God)
Never ever ever ever gonna stop
As the chrome blades chop and I'm rollin' out
(Ride higher, good God)
[U-God:]
I got burners in the stashbox, Gucci ragtop
It's a brand new boy, toy, not a Matchbox
Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks
That's the price you pay, when you park after dark
Narc's try to search her, cause she wax the Impala
Road kill on my crash bar, just demolished
It takes hard earned dollars, to keep us served
TV's in the head rest, serve your purpose
My Xbox control, by the steering wheel color
Fancy fur rug match with the W's on 'em
Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli
Drive on the sour, make ya spine turn jelly
Blueberry in my hand, blow out the sunroof
Dodging potholes, trying to not dent the Coupe
Airvent cool me off, when you hot pursuit
Them little press on hubcaps are not the truth
[Chorus]
[Hook x2: U-God]
If you love fast cars, come ride with me
Come roll with me, come ride with me
If you love big trucks, come roll with me
Come ride with me, come roll with me
[U-God:]
Now what can you tell me, if my Fendi glasses
Throw up my nose, at the low E classes
No smoke in my backseat, I don't need ashes
Behold the masses, scoping me out
Now driving down the strip, I'm smoking out
Not a Blood or a Crip, but I'm loc'ing out
With fast cars on the fast lane, on a fast route
Interior flushed out, you know what I'm about
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Leathafase]
[Intro: U-God]
Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga
It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
Uh, natural high..
[U-God]
Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'
Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'
That's right I got your head piece danglin'
Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again
Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
I'm titanium, mixed with uranium
Crack craniums, no tamin' him
Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
Many men, you're afraid of him
Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em
Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in
New millennium, we came to win
[Chorus]
[Black Ice]
I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
Much slugs longer than Mini Me
Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans
If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me
Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that
Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
You heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn me
My mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney's
Commissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirsty
A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early
[Chorus]
[Letha Face]
Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt
Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt
Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple
It's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gun
Dump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongue
Your nervous from the burners I'm squeezin'
Without a learner's permit, to carry
The calico stays concealed, if revealead
I must spray this clip through your windshield, it's rea
My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams
On my next swing, the heavy chain
Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs
It's strung by my drug dealer's doses
Ferocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coasters
Posters in the background ready to clap rounds
And empty up whole magazines up to the last round
[U-God:]
Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar
Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour
Human cannonball, matador, standing next to door
Battle ya'll, sound more, get ready for the round four
Ground war, jigsaw, bearhug, bearclaw
Slimeball, crime bosses, you better count your losses
Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide
Then fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai
Red wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake rise
Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes
Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow
Scholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarbone
Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand
Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands
Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual
Flammable, animals, call me a dynamo
Hannibal on elephants, got you in a stranglehold
Black man legal Gambino and my bangles gold
Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge
Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age
[Chorus: Mike Ladd]
Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh
Ay, ay, the way she shake it
Ay, ay, I can't take it
Ay, ay, the way she take it
Ay, ay, I can't shake it
[U-God:]
Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey
Mountains fall crumble, impact your chestplate
Heavyweight, ankles swing, therapy Bowflex
Snowman, gold kid, melt you in your vortex
Raw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex drive
Forty five wives, new silent with my tech nines
Respect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talk
Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk
Pop off, mozoltov, stung by the voodoo
Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do
Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube
Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs
Hate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauce
Feathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dust
Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush
Go for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzed
Music for your forehead, smashed on your horse face
Wu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates
[Chorus]
[Hook: Mike Ladd]
Scott knocks, is on the ball
Let's rock, she love the boss
Oh god, she loves the mutt
Jump up, and go for my mine
It's so deep, you get cross-eyed
Take that heat, and roll outside
Black handprints on the wall
Black handprints on the wall
[Chorus]
[U-God:]
I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepads
[Intro: King Just]
Yo! This is K.J., all day, every day
Around your way, in your hallway
Puffin' ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs..
Let's go... let's go... let's go..
K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let's go..
[King Just]
Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this is Attica
America, home of the Chainsaw Massacre
Dracula, sink my teeth into this beat
And sleep on corners where you drug dealers meet
Stay out of reach, but I keep arm distance
We can't hold him down, cuz I'm just too persistant
Listen, nitroglycerin, finish him
Kryptonite for all you fuckin' Supermen
It's him again, and I'm feelin' fine
Watch where you walk, you might step on landmines
Tech nine crime, quote him line for line
Intertwine with a mind like Albert Einstein
Optimus prime, throw heat like the sun
I got fees in this rap, why you think I'm on the run?
And when it's all said and done, I'm handlin' my biz
All the kids around the world is gonna is, is.
[Chorus x4: King Just w/ children]
Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymes
Nobody, K.J. rhyme
[King Just]
Now which one of ya'll could do it like I?
I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie
Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide
K.J. go way-way like pantry pie
Zebra Lounge crowd, yo, that's Lounge
If I ain't put it down by the ramp with 18 pound
Cherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.P
Ever since Champ God robbed the fuckin' Mickey D's
Ya'll was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpot
Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock
Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked
Look up your history, I'm still off the hook
It's Mark Twain, I'm rollin' like Oliver Twist
Back now, to smackdown shit that you missed
Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line
Ya'll niggaz better hope I don't get a deal and sign
[Chorus x4]
[King Just]
You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. Excite
You've been rappin' for a long time but don't sound right
Not quite as the hype that you recite
Mr. All-Day, I'll do it to your ass night
On sight, I smash anything you write
With K-9 teeth for niggaz who bagpipe
Walk to the light and bring your mic
You won't last one minute in a ten round fight
The Al-Qada type that'll snipe your windpipe
Siege your general, and strip him of his stripes
Either you men or mice, you gon' still pay the price
You either take my advice, or roll the dice
Real life, still trife, walk with a gun
Talk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twice
On tight, and you just might take flight
M.C.'s got left, why you think they not right
Hang glide like a kite, on the turnpike
With two bitches, that's some Dick Van Dyke
Pay-per-view satellite, there's a need to feed my appetite
Pick up your weight, cuz you ain't got the hype
Battle me, your need an invite, black or white
And I'll still drink a forty with ice
I still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight?
I'm the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite
He's nice, and taste like Chinese rice
And from shit on the stick, he the pastry whites
You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeist
I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice
This is a heist, I suggest you remove your ice
Before you be up in close and person over Christ
Get on your Big Wheel bike and take a hike
Cuz around these parts, you not liked
Parasite, don't have me flex my mic
I don't rock Air Force One's, I call it Air Strikes [echoes]
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: children]
Way!
No way!
No way!
No way!
Mommy... Daddy...
It's the Killa Beez....
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[U-God:]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
Gold hands crush Coke cans and Michelobs
Style is Nino, black Benzito, Valentino
Nine needles - voice; evil steelo
Hit, like the bull, more pull than Magneto
Crush kilos with my bare hand, reload the Eagle
Nine dirty strikes, leaped up off all you people
Burn therapy, chemo, seap hoes
See you through the peephole - in the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino, rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots, and pe-nnals
Throw graffiti on the wall, throwin up Reemo
Gambino three dice, headcrack Cee-Lo
In ya earhole, let the snare roll go low
Lower than low, lower than zero
Who's your rhymin heroes? *heavy breathing*
("Killa beeeeeeeeeeees?")
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Bobby Digital:]
Bzzzz.. you hear the hornet, you ducks don't want it
I dogs blast turbo, supersonic
Hats off, welcome back, whipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half-man and half-cyborg
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes and tattoos on side titties
Shorties swallow up the apple cider
Ra' doin a buck forty in the yellow Spyder
With the black interior, my mack superior
to your theory of gats, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class and bang lunch tables
With four finger weaves and long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines, carry +Guillotines+
Watch my bullets scream ("Pheeewwwwww!") and hit the target
You can't trace the path of air for Richard Starlett
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Inspectah Deck:]
It's the return of the bad boy, the mic Sean Penn
Floss gems across the globe with my nine Sourceman
At a speed that excedes your convertible Benz
From a distance you glimpse, supernocular lens
Stay hotter than a ex-con dodgin the pens
Killa Squadron, known to start a popular trend
And the emblem, symbolize the wisdom
certifies the platinum, magnifies the stardom
Shots bust at random, wake you out your boredom
Kings of our kindom, reppin from our hoodlums
Gotta whip them problems, cuz yo we step on toes
Bangin heads knockin teeth loose, welcome to the pros
Flash quiz, do that nigga handle his biz?
I spin a song like Michael and Diana in the Wiz
The rough shit, I bust it for the republic
Government, you ain't lovin it, whatchu fuckin wit?
Manifesto, light it like a techno club
Outside I don't expect no love
Man this grip, make the fans flip, don't chance it
Cop the goods, while my hundred hoods run rampid
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all so simple
Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh
I lost my fitted when the wind blew
Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Party til the morning, to the last call
Go hard, nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring
You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
My niggas creep like they crawling
Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
[Chorus: U-God]
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat's to your skull, cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes, cause this time, you're gone
(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
[U-God:]
Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch:]
Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
Walk past your block with my glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
[kung fu sample]
They told me, what happened, alright
You're still young, and things like that always happen
When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes
[Inspectah Deck:]
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard
It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe
On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they hand on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', just not HBO
They under fire, edge around the way we know
They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow
Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size
Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes
For those that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope, I can bottle it free
The most influential, modern day murderous he
[U-God:]
Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
Carving my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the truth serum
Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand
But on the other hand, light up the darkness
I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall, nigga
Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, under worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body position
[Masta Ace:]
Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu
We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro
Apartment to pesos, pass the yen
And, we don't want to have to ask again
Cause we ain't gon' be laughing then
These three men, take on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep spitting like a shortshop
I'm a be sitting at the table when the cork pop
You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the beat like a short cop
It's your boy Ace, BK's own
[Intro: INF-Black]
Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
[U-God]
I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless
Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up
With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up
Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
The magnetic flux, in the all black tux'
And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
I devour the cuts with a power packed punch
And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun
That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel
Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill
And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers
That insert the danger with a touch of a finger
[Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)]
Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!)
[INF-Black]
Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth
Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf
Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells
As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell
Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is
Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch
Learned you was livewire, mafia lie
You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers
Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town
Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down
Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down
4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down
I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound
It's the shit that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound
[Chorus]
[Hook: INF-Black]
Niggaz keep talkin', better keep walkin'
Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin'
Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin'
[Letha Face]
I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome
Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes
I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand
Unless you got that thang, in your hands
Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me
And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me
Trust me, I got my shit on cock
So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc
With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart
I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part
The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet
Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves
Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction
Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section
And my posession is a deadly weapon
This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Stay ya'll, atonement, this one is for you, yessir, aiyo
[Cappadonna:]
Aiyo, I grab flows and throw 'em with a twist of the wrist
I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift
I'm the reason why these MC's be changing they flow
Cause everytime I spit mine, they can't get no dough
Now ya'll rappers pay attention, ya'll don't know what it is
You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids
You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type
You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club
You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug
You ain't never with the honeys, you don't get no love
You make music for these assholes that be on the block
I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
Come on ya'll, ya'll don't really know what it do
I drop jewels in your head like it's Purell shampoo
Martin Luther King & Malcolm X, Don' and Baby U
Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church
Ya'll taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth
Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound
Ya'll keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down
God is is love, come on, ya'll
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Come on, God is love, everybody say God is love
Come on, ya'll say God is love
God is love, love, God is love, love
[U-God:]
Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me
Calmly'll speak, time to air my dirty laundry
Angels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorry
Lord, I'm sorry for the things I did
It's strange out here, we bang out here
Killas, drug dealers, they hang out there
Cold stares, we don't care, we braid our hair
Lord, they hate out there, and there's jakes out where
Got plan to escape, they fake out here
Yea, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit
Yea, they take out here, son died on his feet
Son cried in his sleep, can't forget his past
He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash
He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass
I need your blessings, but I missed the mass
I changed my ways, gotta shift the math
I picked my path, my wrongs is right
I used to hustle to the morning light
Then I found out, son, that there's more to life
They focused, indeed, my songs is tight
And survival of the fittest, with all my might
Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight
No more grief, and my teeth is white
And I never give up, and I keep the light
[Chorus x2]
[Killah Priest:]
Hurses past us, demos, cast in stained glass windows
Pubes, pools of baptism, views of black victims
I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world
No funerals, God musical, unusual pearls
Then, after it's judgement, then after the blood rips
Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes
And I awake from the sound of organs
The sound of families mourning, fallen grabbing his coffin
Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings
Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth
So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot
Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot
Now we, pitch on the stoupe, til we rich in the coupe
Then someone snitch, you're found stiff in your boots
You need lessons, brothers, while I predicted the booth
Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to?
[Chorus: Black Ice]
The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
A gang of gangstas.. what up
I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas
A gang of gangstas.. up
The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
A gang of gangstas.. what up
I might bang this steel, I might bang this steel
We a gang of gangstas.. what up
[Black Ice]
I ain't really talkin' to niggaz, I don't know
And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho
I place slow in the precint, fightin' off the chokehold indecent
Try'nna give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit
Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries
Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon
With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots
Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too
All's fear and warfare, that got my team in the crosshairs
The gleem left them blind, it seems they all scared
Want to get money but your heart ain't there
Your mind ain't writin', the drugs got you lost in fear
Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball
M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs
Cut your life short with the four four long, real talk
Lose this game, you die, hid confined behind them steel bars
[Desert Eagle]
I'm an animal damn it, slash bandit, slash cannibal
Grand it like Hannibal, slash Marilyn Manson
Tattoo's, duck tape, snatch dudes for ransom
Hundred bricks' of jewels, let me choose a mansion
Kill crews, bullet shoes are stampin'
Straight dogs are dampin', the spirit of you so called champions
My pen is a pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in
Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends
You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids
And everything around you, so you can feel it
Don't take it lightly, this is some real shit
That Hill shit, duck when I spill clips, your real bitch
You not real right, you're ready rock, a real prick
And ya'll don't know how it feel, when them things hit
You will never know how it feel, when them things hit
You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit
*spit* *spit* It sound like spit
Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit
Silencer on the battle, plus I rubber the grip
On the barrel, plus I rubber the grip
[INF-Black]
I lay it thick to bitches, like big dicks picture this
You battlin' me for chips, throwin' your best lines
Passin' to me spit, I'm throwin' my worst lines
And still empty the clip, take over your whole ship
Your soldiers are bullshit, talkin' you got a gun
But son, you ain't usin' it, play dumb
You slung by the force of the bullets
For sure I'm gonna pull it, sixteens in your unit
The flagolent never prove it
I'm a beast to this music, and increase in the streets
Cop heat to abuse it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll
Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest
I swallow your best, technique and tactic
Couldn't last one round, be careful it's the draft picks
Niggaz get gun downed, get married to they caskets
It's easy to see, when I sing, ya'll back it
Make me have the plate, talk slick, get ya ass kicked (what up)
[Chorus]
[Frank Banger]
Although I told the son, shine in the darkness, fuckin' with a cat that's heartless
Barely cuz my gun jam, or cuz I use a glock with one or two revolvers
Twenty two in the ankle, or the glock, nine in the hostler
In the street, 57 rips the meat right off your shoulder
When I do it, just look at my eyes they're ain't no fear
A minute ago you was holdin', now it's rather this
Fuck runnin' up in it, with the pockets off the denim
Take the cash out the shines, then I'm splittin'
Niggaz say I'm chippin', but I'ma trynna make a livin'
Picture me livin' in the streets, I'd rather go to prison
Three hot, send the cop, fuck that
It's 16 hot in his glock, ski mask, black gloves, hit a number spot
I hit the lotto without usin' the ticket
Ask me how stupid muthafucka, just spit
Cuz I'm livin' the street life..
[U-God]
I'm slick with my notes, move quick on my cults
Talk slick money grip? I'm slittin' your throat
Cop a house on the boat, twenty pounds of coke
Catch him at the Puerto Rican parade on the top of the float
Curry don't need alligator shoes or a furry coats
Play me close, I gave him a dose
Shot him up with volts, body go up in the smoke
The mic pope is back, I throw him in the yoke
Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote
I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks
Death stroke, hand on my balls, got you in a scope
I punch you so hard, got you stuck between the ropes
Thunderbolts under the blow, shake the ass, vocals show
We comin' for war, it's your hope, when my
Tech will blow, it effects your hearin'
When the game need penicilen, inject the serum
It's the livest borough in the headphone portable
The last mentioned niggaz in the hip hop quotable
[Letha Face]
My brain cells are excersized, dismember your body
Leave you hard to recognize, check the size of the shotty
Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps
I open flesh, leave no razor bumps
And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire
Sware, don't stare, or get aired like spare tires
Now you wear wires you government informant
I sign your death warrant, your expired without life insurance
I'm equipment with a high performance engine
The heater stays hot, so now my palms are sinked into the glock
My attention's worth to stop your heart from beating
Sink your teeth into the bullet for beefin', now you're permament sleeping
Pleadin' after I'm Charman squeezin', the desert e'zin
You'll be restin' in pieces, that's the opposite of breathin'
Receiving head trauma from an infrared llama
Son I'm half Dave Berkowitz and half Jeff Dahmer
[Ja-Mal]
Come on... rap on hold, I'm try'nna get movie cream
So my rims'll be bigger than movie screens
Ask if I make you cock-eyed, and my flow is lethal
Grow on sight, swallowin' peroxide
Dudes try to kill the sire, due that
Get put on the floor like wheels in tires
Look, put the pedal to the metal, don't stop
I'm like a tea kettle, little daddy, I'm hot
Straight blazin', amazin', Ja-Mal, amazin'
Blazin', you sort of get the idea
Beef, finish it, can't afford to start it
Get your face stepped on like floors and carpets
P. Diddy who did he when the son don't shine
Gun shots is plenty, clips is all empty
Minds filled with envy, love assassin me
That's why they call me Lord, your title is type iffy
Put this over your fit, I'm ready for violence
Grab a gun, a knife or a home appliance, Ja-Mal!
Aw shit, now I got you tremble'n for the battle to begin
I'm not gonna leave this place with no sad face
'Cause I'm gonna win the battle everybody in the world just came to see
Golden Arms, ah, take out these corn walled ass MC's
All y'all corns, walk out the door, ah
You run the same rhyme that the crowd don't wanna hear no more
Gun blastin' this and flashin' that, reality now actually
You better listen, you better listen carefully
We came here
(We came here)
To dull the bass
(Ha, ha, ha)
And Mathematics catch the cut while RZA Ra just hold the bass
And I'm rhyme and on timin', it's so fresh from out the pack
Niggas got problems, 'cause the Wu is fighting back
Please don't sing
(Please don't sing)
Yo battle rap
(Ha, ha, ha)
We got the most, the sugar coated bully rhymes from out the back
And we breakin' and we taken everything you fuckin' own
Not yo bitches, but yo fuckin' microphones
Y'all muthafuckas ready for the redemption?
Bring it muthafucka, yo yo, dis U-God representin' that W
Tru, we comin' through, I'm comin' through
Wit the redemption, this time it's me dolo solo here brah
Guerilla Warfare you know how we do
Uptown, Downtown, Dirty South, LA, New York, Chi Town
We commin' thru for this shit, represent
(Respresent)
Yo, yo, watch out, they let the hell out the gates
Now then, the Cheesaw have four chiefs
[Chorus: Letha Face]
If you don't want the drama, bust your gun
You don't want the drama, here I come
You don't want the drama
[Letha Face]
Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend
Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin
Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry
You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes
Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise
Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds
Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds
Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound
Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous
Wreckless, the death kiss, die with a deathwish
Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless
My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs
Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing
Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang
[Kawz]
I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar
The love of money got me wanting the car
It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack cocaine
Got a full plate in front of me
Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed
So I gotta cop something new for my feet
[Chorus]
[INF-Black]
Double tactics, smoke niggaz out like crack addicts
Face, pass it, I storm out wild, straight jurassic
My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards
I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion
Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop classics
Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan
It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin'
You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan
Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen
That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen
Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin'
Have your whole shit replaced, in broad day
So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway
Ya'll phony niggaz know you to slow to face me
Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E'
When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors
You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor
Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall
Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir
Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball
Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll
Verses got many more, damage any challenge or
Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore
Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for?
Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits
I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain
I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Letha Face]
[Intro: U-God]
By the time I'm finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka
Trust me when I tell you
[U-God:]
I kick back, retire mics, take rap to higher heights
Big back, fiend rap, blow it up, dynamite
Sniff my China white, touchdown with king cobras
All my life, pay the price, nickname me steamroller
Switch lane, lean over, get brain, green Rover
Mean soldiers run through, kung fu, break shoulders
Rep my W, rumble through, takeover
Heat holder, heavy best, countdown, every breath
Last chance, tapdance, devil cop, every step
Murderous, instinct, champions, never left
Shaolin veteran, thug heads, never learn
Dumb shit, every turn, hell, son, let 'em burn
Still here, standing firm, black man in progress
Crack dreams, conquest, burners in my arm rest
Baby boy's a target, heads on my cannonball
You messed up the package, the legacy, you had it all
"Come on"
"Come on"
[U-God:]
Sandstorms, kick up, millimeters blow rounds
What happened to the music, Newburgh, Motown
I know the low down, on half of these niggas
Come out the closet, these Vaseline niggas
I'm flawless, I'm lawless, all I need is one block
Crazy legs, hat low, check out my up rock
Respect my jumpshot, when I just, hug the rim
Tie up my Jordans, then I jump, out the gym
It's the Brothers Grymm, automatic coke rush
Dice hit the walls, we gambles at the gold dust
Descendants of the Cold Crush, long car garage doors
One finger cake walk, nose is the concord
Hands like windmills, possessed with the I'll skill
Aiming for your soft spots, the scene out of Kill Bill
"Come on"
"Come on"
[U-God:]
I got the iron for your mans, one foot in the frying pan
Rock hardhats, fireman, 8 Diagrams
Lion eating out my hands, no it's not in Africa
Soul brother #1, you're just a passenger
Right before the massacre, first comes the lynching
Caught in the mouse trap, bounce back, Redemption
Contact the henchmen, watch how I drenched them
Wetting with waterhose, long nose extention
Ain't no question, you in suspended animation
You fucked up, drop garbage tossed the side of sanitation
Homey, you jumped up, you get lumped up, blamp your face in
Champ in the steel cage match, snatch the foundation back
Step on a forty gallon stage, laced with I'll grace
Took a long time, but I'm glad that you still wait
"Come on"
[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]
I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of me
Uh-huh, I ain't never gonna stop... never
[Letha Face]
Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteous
And bang with a tight fist gripped on the handle
Samples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the block
For them teens murkin' them cops, for death penalties at stake
Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain
Never make the mistake of givin' my last name
To a woman who blames me for all the problems in her life
I play the wheel of fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my life
My life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the target
And everybody's takin' shots at me
I pull up fab', but you was love, but I'm not happy
Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby son
Now it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricks
Creative a building where I stack my chips
Flip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordings
You disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil
[Chorus]
[INF-Black]
Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make a bundle
Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle
On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind
In the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the times
Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage
Full of rage on my life, now I express it on stage
Relieve the tension over mics, in the whole first page
My deepest feelings hide inside but always show over my face
A young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast pace
As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age
Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade
Give me thanks to my earth, she knew when she made official
Birth of her first son, young gun, .38 special
For my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistol
Wait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issues
Wanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental
[Chorus]
[Letha Face]
You're never gonna make it in this rap game
My baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack came
Swimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dame
Backstrokin' to the blames of corruption
I'm sucked in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin'
Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin'
I'm down for men, murderers, who murder murderers
And serve customers with that all night service
Purchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scale
The streets say the prayers, ya'll be conquered by the prodigal
Got it in hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy
Is sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me?
Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shatters
The frame, on your H2 Hummer
I'm a bloodhound at heart, it's in my blood, I live it up
If I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what
[Chorus x2]
[Raekwon:]
Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators
Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
How many of us it take paper and start a war
It's like starting up a store that sell aces
All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
[Chorus: Y-Not Da Beast]
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
[U-God:]
Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
Grew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams off
Watch for the hand off, I'm a get my plans off
Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
Everytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
[Chorus]
[Slaine:]
Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juice
In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims
Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good
Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame
I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
[Chorus]
[Outro: U-God]
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
[Intro: U-God]
Let's spark it, eh..
Yo..
[U-God]
It be the Wu-Gambino, flurry don't stop
You the ice cream, I'm the cherry on top
Scary are cops, cuz I carry the glock
Look up at my eye, boy, dare me to pop
Hand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocks
Hundred thousand watts, for my ghetto blocks
Killin' flow level, and the spillin' won't stop
Buildin' my treble, til I fill in my slot
I want my props, I need the shit
In the spotlight, cuz I'm letha kid
Cockblockin' niggaz, make the needle skip
Knock out the biggest, and you see me dip
All on the corner, desert eagle grip
Get the benchwarmers, and you see who flip
Bless my endurance, he who get
Never dick ride, or ever ever quit
You say tomato, I say ta-motto
You say potato, I saw pa-tatto
You say today, I say tomorrow
Some say it's mixed and I say it's mulatto
[Hook: U-God]
Rippin' and poppin', I'm hippin' and hoppin' it (right, right)
I'm hippin' and hoppin', I'm chippin' and choppin' it (right, right)
I'm chippin' and choppin', I'm rippin' and rockin' it (right, right)
I'm rippin' and rockin', I'm drippin' and droppin' it (right, right)
[Chorus: U-God]
Everytime I flip it (...time I'm flip it) Rip it good (good... good)
I stick it (... I stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...)
We rip it (...we rip it) Rip it good (good... good)
We stick it (... we stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...)
[INF-Black]
Some niggaz see me stressin', askin' me questions
It's like these bitches, so I give 'em lessons, realer professions
I paint your picture, listen, hold these Wessons, know how to bust 'em
When you address them, hit 'em, pushin' buttons, ain't about nothin'
They said he frontin', get him, ain't no stuntin', where I be pumpin'
My niggaz, cook him up and I don't care if you sixty somethin'
Catch a concussion for bluffin', take your face in them guns
We been, bustin' shorties, stay in your place, I have your both friends
tucked in
[Chorus]
[Kawz]
Chip and chop those rocks away
Hit that block, those doubters wait
Fuck that bitch, with a smiling face
Hold up, shorty, that's in the weight
Back in my grind, now paper chase
No speakers in my hand, but I got the bass
No fear in my face, spit in your face
The .38 cal', will clear the space
We gon' blow the time, I blow these rhymes
Like a bloated nine, cuz it's quoted time
You gon' know this rhyme, you gonna quote my lines
I'm in overdrive, watch the chrome and slide
[U-God]
I'm comin' through cuttin' you up and it's just, the preview
In a sec', I'm a triple X threat, like I'm Vin Diesel
A lethal, feel it, evil, drop another kilo
I'm a hard body c-lo nigga, you know my steelo
Now, it's time to reload, pop goes the weasel
And I'm all about the g-notes, I don't, want no pity
Still on top of New York City, it's all about the gritty
And the pretty women titties poppin', yeah, you see 'em shoppin'
Pull up to the bumper baby, come on, ladies hop in
Give 'em what they ask for, I clean out the dance floor
Dashin' bachelor, another black panth-or
More rap chapters, a natural disaster
Watch out ladies, now, here come the masters
[Hook]
[Outro: U-God]
Yeah, yeah (right, right)
I gotta be that nigga that started that shit (right, right)
You don't know, when I got a bitch, I got a bitch (right, right)
I've done started all that platinum in the mouth shit (right, right)
You know, I pimp hard when the time to, you know what I'm sayin'?
When I get down and gritty, muthafuckas know my shit is always
[Intro: Letha Face]
Yeah, come on, yup, rock the spot
Yup, yup, come on, yo
If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn
If the clubs on fire, let the panic room, burn baby burn
[Letha Face]
Last call for alcohol, you know thugs don't dance
We play the back trap, holdin' up the wall
Ready to brawl, out, in the pitbull stance
I could see shorty's ass through her pants
She put me in a trance, I had to take a chance
Grabbed her by the hand, and spit the game plan
Then she said (Dammmmmmmmmn) but I'm not Fabolous
I'm more extravagent than Cardier glasses
The party of the year, and I'm bangin' out
Chain hangin' out, like my dick swingin' out of my boxers
Music off the rockers, your door now
Could bounce to the sounds of the D.J
Non stop constant hits, with no replay
It's easy as 1, 2, 3, move freely
You gotta preach a couple of goons to come speak to me
Now every weekend we roll Mobb Deep, to the clubs and cars and jeeps
[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]
Shake that ass (do you want me to fast or slow, pa)
Girl make your booty drop
Work them hips (do you want it like that, or like this, pa)
Girl make your booty drop
Grind from behind (do you want me to rush or take my time, pa)
Girl make your booty drop
Rock the spot (do you want me to give it all I got, pa)
Girl make your booty drop
[Letha Face]
Shake what your momma gave ya
I could kiss your dad, cuz I'm glad he made ya
When we do the nasty, we wake the neighbors
Lollypop condoms in exotic flavors
Hey, cuz, the beat goes on, back that ass up
That junk in the trunk makes me stack my cash up
Plus cats whiplash, the Benz, I crashed up
It's so bootylicious, it's hard to pass it up
That's what's up, ride the magic ooh love shaft
Champagne wishes with a candlelit bubble bath
Drippin' down your body, I could see it in sun splash
With a burnt grib I'mma squeeze and clutch that
He can't read, now feel it in your stomach touch
Creamy in the middle like an Oreo Doublestuff
Girl, in this world, I'm a squirrel that's trynna get a nut
She sexy, sexy, doin' the butt
[Chorus]
[Hook: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]
Do you like it (I like it) Do you want it (I want it)
Do you need it (I need it) Well get on it (I'm on it)
[Letha Face]
I'm the trojan man with the platinum rod
If your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
You got toys to massage your g-spot
Plus handcuffs lock me up like the police cops
Sweetheart, go, you can do it, put your back into it
You're rump shakin' to the beat, while I'm rappin' to it
Exclusive to get you wet, in the discotecque
Harder than the Thong Song that made Sisqo sweat
Official on the set, to all my g-string divas
Work that pole, girl, make me a believer
The speakers pop, call me Sir Mix-A-Lot
Now show me what you got, then drop it like it's hot
[Chorus]
[Outro: Letha Face]
Girl make your booty drop
Girl make your booty drop
[Movie sample:]
At 3: 47, more than 150 rounds of ammunition were fired into your apartment
Which was about 200 yards away
A few moments later, another fifty to seventy five rounds were fired
In the street
And you're gonna stand here and tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
[U-God:]
I live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name the fabrics
Dynamics, I want the fame
And my name engraved in granites
This the lane, and I came to grab it
Yeah, you moving sideways, change your habits
Yeah, used to rock minks, then I change to rabbit
From out the garbage, I came from Abbott's
Used to be righteous, then changed to savage
Bang my ratchet like Bangkok Dangerous
36 Chamber Fists, trianglist
Watch me mangle this, star spangle this
Rock cowboy wrangle it, create mega hits
I'm from the grain, game at my finger tips
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga...
[Cappadonna:]
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck it, it seems like the drama never ends
Be in the projects, like I never left out
Might be on odds goods, see a nigga stressed out
I can't take it, seems like my hood is cursed
Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first
My old hawk she march with a foul parade
Don't learn shit, til another child is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, ya'll made me bitter
I'm a whip your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing but a bitch on the tour bus
Pour piss on you, leave you stuck with four months
My head fucked up, I'm off my clean streak
Don't make me pick the nines up, I come from mean streets
My unit snitched on me, ratted me out
They all ganged up on me, try to take my mouth
However the cause, I'm a chill and get bent
That cut from dirty cloth who cut from cement
Original Tazeen got the crazy glow
Them devils try to jump me, I'm crazy though
Absolut Vodka rap, crushing that goose
O.G. all day, like I be on the deuce
Pop off with it, get your army in order
Staten Africa, Islam, across that water
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
Yeah, what you talking about, nigga?
Word up, you think it can't happen?
Nigga, I smack all ya'll niggas
This Big Don from the group-is
Nigga I be where the stoupe is
[Bronze Nazareth:]
Yeah, told 'em, have gun will travel
Blowing herb metals, black son still gravel
Bronzeman, oblong javelins in my cabinet
Detroit submit seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan, put a bullet in his diaphram
Walk around black clouds and quiet violins
Italian fire blends, poet and violent pens
Illest I'll, scotch deal, plots and iron winds
Up hill near the ghetto spill, the sirens sing
Street dreams, black seed and the inspired kings
From fire water veins, still rain mystery
And chains due to my roots, no doubt in the ring
On the road to riches and diamond speech
I might turn a bag and wash sand in the mountain peaks
[RZA:]
Yo, I don't text to send messages
My testosterone stimulate her estrogen
Whether black, caucasian or the Mexican
Asians, she get the message and she coming back for sex again
Organic drugs, my natural persuation
You under the influence of 36 invasion
Spider-Man amazing, but I'm darker than Parker
Skin got abrasions from Maria and Tasha
Sliding down a street pole, pull up to your party
Stimulated with a jeep full of cherry gap honeys and bottles of Vodka
Plus the weed bowls, here we go
Meditating, never jealous, over zealous
Wu-Tang Clan's my fellowship, fans massive acapellas
Of our lyrics, would be with tracks embelishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I complete jobs, free and effortless
[U-God]
My mother said my father was a real livewire
Hustled on the avenue of Lennox
That he was a don, shot dope in his arm
Paid visits to the methodon clinic
A straight womanizer, no religion
He just leaned on bitches
His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun
Blood thirsty, he was so vicious
[Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)]
Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)
Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)
Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head)
One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man)
[U-God]
Momma said father was a mean muthafucka
A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka
Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block
For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas
He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife
Light skinned, he had your eyes
But my mother couldn't handle him
The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives
[Chorus]
[U-God]
My mother said my father had a real bad temper
Loud, wild, he was too foul
With no hesitation, he would kill you
With no education, he was still proud
With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery
A car flipped, all the money spilled out
Before it was done, police caught him with some
Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout
(U-God)
(Chorus)
ruff out here
im out here fightin
cold and hungry
fish ain't bittin
Life's so frightening
i'm damn near thumpin
cold and crumbling
nothin's hatching
now im back
in stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa
stuck in the cold in the cold no place to go
whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa
im out here fightin
cold and hungry
fish aint bittin
lights so brightlin
damn near thumpin
broke and crumbling
nothin's hatchin
now im back
in stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaa
stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go cold
exploooooooooooooooode
(U-God)
I hit the concrete
show and proove to all the ruff man in stove fuse burn it's bomb week
watch when i snug e'm
you won't see nutin
but the dust when the mightiest to the finest crust
the blindest the vodka's don't yo
we rabbit the land
unkind it's hard to manage
and the Public Eye
the rap seems sord of savage but those
live in the math
as doc cash livin fast
shang fool anger
consealed in IMS
out the ass of the 36 chamber
god get a grasp
it's rhyme time
time's is gettin harder
damn he spoilled rotten
hot livin colla
remember when coke was $18.00 a gram
now i was a scholar for sellin bottles
now im in the high class models
never to rest
material's his Eyes
on fire on my chest
stress full throttle
russian's still place yard testin my strengh
fuck you with my motto
"huff"
here why ??????? For survivel I monster truck you
buck you some more
you be stuck to the wall with a big fuck you fuck you
in the search continue
i build to fill my cup
for peace of american life
i don't really give a fuck
i don't wanna die i don't wanna go
i wan't total knowledge i don't wanna be hold left in the cold pickin up
our garbage
my lung's are grungy die harder four course swash by diction in the graphd
man lord's Hungry............................................
(Chorus)
im out here fightin
cold and hungry
fish ain't right in
nice so bright in
i'm damn near thumpin
cold and crumbling
nothin's hatching
now im back
in stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
stuck in the cold the cold no place to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
im out here fightin cold and hungry
fish ain't right in
nice so bright in
i'm damn near thumpin
broke and crumbly
nothin's hatchin
now im back
in stuck in the cold
in the cold
with no place to gooooooooooooooooooooo
stuck in the cold
in the cold
with no place to go
Rocket on...to the break of dawn...elevation yo...
(Verse)
Elevation smell the vibration mystique beneath the beat cave in
Super freak meaty bone tones discreet goncha leave is a sweet sensation
(egg is I) forsaken take over in
the making live wire retire all great men
mic-pope rope-a-dope (ma-des-en) intention
Broke through your fences now this is the redemption
Nerve wrechin unstoppable high colossal
tonsil obstacle-able hard to true bobbin
Shopping through no question
honey I'm sexual intellectual (vamp) rhyming professional
Swing all the ladies in I directional potential bright clever and soft
Whatever more encore the shit you adore hard
[Chorus]
Cause its hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way
Bon Voyage Shoalin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way
Turbo charge nigga its hard cause I'm doing shit my way
Yes its hard praise to god nigga I'm doing shit my way
How it sounds now hold it down right down to the ground...
(Verse)
Pleasure the light mic the treasure strangers in the night
Can't fight the spinning (lining) of pearl from left to right
Have guns (yo will) travel milky way dripping in the brisk
At your own risk silver shadow
That might lurk in the image in the Pharaoh when the road gets narrow
An hour off after hour devour with the power the background amp
Wine (your mission) to the party mix champ
Wu stamp genie out the lamp cramp sex position
Exposition body count technician bets deep rising ask killa-shit
Wax __-ize this courage of the fearless wu enterprise sent to risen
Grand prize landslide pipe in holy lighting told me I'm frighten
Goldie the only __ speaking that excitement
[Chorus]
(Verse)
I feel the earth moving under my feet
I feel the crowd come tumbling down how it sound all around now
We going to party now hold it down
we going to party-hardy right down to the ground
[Intro: U-God w/ Hook]
Color ain't got no struggle... color..
[Hook x2: U-God]
Move, grind, move, grind
Move, grind, move, grind
[U-God]
Yo, yo, it's hard to smile, cuz life's so for real
It's funny what people do just to get a mill
Some kill, rob, steal, sell crushed pills
Multimillion dollar deals, generatin' hills
But I got skills, there no need for violence
How that nigga stay hungry with degrees in science
Yeah, he needs a challenge, you'se an A-Class Pilot
The boy so vibrant, he walk like a tyrant
His mind's in the garbage, his spine is heartless
He's a one mind pirate, who gets his regardless
With felony charges, greedy coke-nosed clients
His nose is numb and he didn't read the fineprint
Accounts on minus, with a block of stress
And he can't close his eyelids cuz it don't care less
Yeah, they died on they blinders, he got mouths to feed
So he grieves over liquor, that his spouse might leave
And it leads him sicker, his house ain't been cleaned in a week
He can't sleep cuz his problem's gettin' deep, cuz
[Chorus: U-God ( w/ Hook )]
Struggle ain't got no color, kid
Color ain't got no color
Now, color ain't got no struggle, kid
Struggle ain't got no color
Now growin' up, it's a wild jungle, kid
Color ain't got no struggle
Same block, same clubs, same money, same drugs
Struggle ain't got no color
[U-God]
I can't sleep around heat, roaches and dust mites
In the winter time it's cold enough, nigga, to bust pipes
I'm like, Jesus Christ, yo, my socks is black
I'm hoodied up in the halls with the stocking cap
Rockin' forth and back, draggin' a huge cannon
Duckin' the law, I'm the last man standing
Strong armin' the store, when the line is drawn
With a fifty pound vest on, that strike your dawn
It's like, I'm a pawn, takin' orders from the side
From the root to the fruit, I'm a Freedom Fighter
Police in hot pursuit, move beneath the fire
Peel out in tires, when I burn these streets
These knockaround guys, never turn they cheeks
We're all I see, my contract's is wack
Baby mamma huntin' for cash, get off my back
Take out the trash, put some food on the shelf
I don't trust women, son, I can't trust myself
Fuck them hoes, cuz, I'm just movin' for delf
[Bridge x2: U-God]
Things never change, we all the same
We bleed the same blood (blood)
Yeah, I've seen joy, love, hate and pain
I never gave up (up)
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Yo, I come from the gutter, bad blood and slum
Where niggaz scarred for life, and they die for crumb
Where young worship the gun, smoke blunts for fun
It's the same old song, one minute it's calm
Then shots ring out like it's Vietnam
And you see it's wrong, when you're forced to retire
My single's almost gone, caught in the crossfire
That's why I'm high wired, Lord, forgive me
I broke down and cried, when he lost his kidney
With his baby sitter Shi-Shi, two years old
He laid on the floor, bullet holes in his clothes
I was miles away, yeah, away on tour
When I received the call, in the phone, I hang up
I was mad at the world, and grabbed the banger
Wrecked the hotel, released the anger
You supposed to keep my child away from danger
First we were friends, now we strangers
He lost a lot of blood, but didn't show no fear
In I.C.U., in intensive care
And I praise the Lord, that my son is still here, but
[Intro: Ebony Burke]
I know you think you struggling
And everything looks bad
Over the hug, you can't get
And that just makes you mad
Can't trust the man beside you
And got no real true friends
Keep waiting on the day
When all your drama's gonna end
[Chorus: Ebony Burke]
Stop, look and listen
Life, is a blessing
Stop, all your stressing
You'll, find what's missing
Just carry on, just carry on, just carry on
[U-God]
Life's so short, but I'm suppose to do it
Sit back, relax and enjoy the view
Smell the fresh air, the morning dew
Let the sunshine come beaming through
Broken rules, beneath the crimes
We all god's creatures, the streets is mine
Forget your stress, release your mind
Take all your worries, leave 'em all behind
Now, peep my rhyme and you see my cause
We all got problems, we all got flaws
We all got heartaches, we all got sores
Just make sure you take care of you and yours
[Chorus]
[U-God]
I got jewels for the mind, more fruit to eat
You are exceptional, you are unique
You are truly special, to be on earth
You are really blessed, it can be more worse
Now feel my hurt, hear my lions roar
Reach for your dreams and try to soar
Push through the door, the lord's thy sheppard
Lean on the shoulders, when times is hectic
People got problems, try to accept it
No food to eat, baby need pampers
People in the world need cures for cancer
I got questions, I need answers
[Chorus]
[U-God]
This one right here, I compose this lyric
For your self esteem, to up lift your spirit
Take my kindness for weakness, and you try to smear it
All you dumb, deaf and blinds, ain't trynna to hear it
It's the jealousy, envy, lust and greed
Care less for what ya want, or more of what you need
And it's hard to believe and have faith in people
When you stuck in the battle over good and evil
[Chorus]
[Outro: U-God]
Yo, don't worry ya head, sweetheart
Everything is gonna work out fine
If it was meant for you to have it
You'll have it, don't give up ya dreams, never
(Verse 1: U-God)
Yeah
Tired of all this shit god
Channel you wanna come out?
Niggas betta respect this shit
I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin real lame
Same ol' funny cats
Radio Cats
Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet stormin, we still countin enourmous odds
One enter this shit, in a sence represent
Just the sun drenched the gods up
Kept his law start date March 5th ninteen nintey nine
Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine
Braveheart, veins, respect mines
Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines
And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?
Who said you could rock my Wu sings?
The golden eye chastisment
Supreme team shit
Spy versus spy shit
Small crimes comitted
Tryin it wit my shines on
Gimme mines
Suppost to be comin wit proper flows son
Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants
Till the buffalo guns
The greatest of all times
This time, I'm not go'n say no names
If you not one of the same I suggest you
(chorus)
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
(Verse 2: U-God)
The run-away train double the sting
Me and Edith stay beneath us
Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne
Don't take my kindness for weakness
36 peak shit
Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
Don't get mad couse we lived it
As our dog we don't trouble you
Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too
Y'all make me sick
Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick
This shit is feather
Stuck in a high, but more callibre job
To rip your best in half
We arm wrestle you till you beg
Pop your legs in the pretzel
The one in the flames and came out the drain
I suggest that you
(chorus)
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
(Verse 3: U-God)
The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane
Ready to bake this shit
Snake verse crane
Detrail me, hope I fell
I'm hot on your tail people
You can't be the light
I came to Earth first by a meteorite
Frog, analog non descript, I gently empty the clip
Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips
Chip for some men off, you fake dreds
Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin
I make a whole lot of shit happen
The moister peal, oyster vapors
Ember on papers
Still scalpin
Y'all piggy backin snakes
Jiggy rap
Shinin like 'Pac, a whole fuckin album
This time, through the flames of triumph
Through the flames of triumph
I ain't go'n play no games
I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you
(chorus)
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Mothafucka stay in your lane
You ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
Stay in your fuckin lane
Niggas
(U-God)
On the mat head to toe
intacked on the track
big hat's on the go
let them hoe's no we on the stro
we on the track
the shit we started we comin back
in the market of rap
walkin man heart talkin
superbowl race suna-so-king
roll the red carpet
out the cockpit
sharks are gettin darmit
come out the closet "ROCKS!"
my pocket's don't understand lin
place's i haven't been
this is it HollyWood handprint
written isn't it
bottum is get that lid
get that money not the honey rent
need to feed is more legale
ya too foxy ass
get that cash
"spounce" can flower eagle
(U-God)
(Chorus)
Soul Soul need a taste
my right
head in the right place
do what to do like
you suppose to be
now give up your change
before the game's on me
now bouce can you dig it?
on the real side
stay in the showcase
be satisfied
now meet me at the big house
that i tair down
let everybody know
that everybody know
that i made you squise
da hit your sound
now bounce get up and do nigga's what you can
everybody do what ladie's what you can
"right" 28 fizik
gang don't mean nothing me
you can't run high
the games on me
"right" can you dig it?
(U-God)
it's just the vocab
get the gab
like the river they call me
"rhymen" money on the wood
go good right before Just 60 notum
trick ass bitch nigga dimen'ts
put her arm in perfect timen
sweet signs a sin
steady climbin
alway's preferance food on the table
on the move
hash flourish
ever since thang prove
my stable every move is faital
my step gonna survive
no jock
talkin GMC
see the C bring it back to me
if it's alright with you it's alright with me
we could do like men how you wanted it to be
that shiny shake that blind makes chamber's like pineapple grape
no time to escape
pimps slap your face
on the hole is soul in the hole
roll now blow
(U-God)
(Chorus)
Soul Soul need a taste
my right
head in the "right" place
do what to do
like you suppose to be
now give up your change
before the game's on me
now bounce can you dig it?
on the real side
stay in the showcase be satisfied
now meet me at the big house
that i tair down
let everybody know
that everybody know
that i made you squise
da hit your sound
now bounce get up and do nigga's what you can
everybody do what ladie's what you can
"right" 28 fizik
gang don't mean nothing me
you can't run high
the games on me
[Intro: U-God]
I'm tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you
Ain't ready, Mark, Mark, they ain't ready, man
They ain't ready, they ain't ready, they ain't ready for me
They ain't ready for me, they ain't ready for me right now, nigga
I'm here... {*laugh*} When you thought it was safe
Ahh... ooh... give it to me, give it to me
Uh... yeah... now give it to me, give it to me
Pump... now bump bump... now bump..
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now bump
[Chorus: Autumn Rue (U-God) {both}]
Baby, when you put it on me (on me)
Do you thing relentlessly ('lessly)
Don't you wanna scream my name? {over, over} again
I just wanna scream your name (your name)
Give you lovin' that's insane {insane}
Baby, won't you make me scream {over, over} again
[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo... now your's truly, same ol' g
Ya'll gon' see, you can't hold me
Feel my energy, my soul so free
For a half a century, I've been low key
Who is he? They call him, U-G-O-D
Real grizzly, busy as a bee
Feel it in the air, over the sea
Don't be mad cuz your ho chose me
Hazel eyes, no goatee, hold heat, rock you to sleep
Known in the streets for my platinum teeth
Cuz when I pop something, I go in deep, no bump
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Now that's right, nigga, I got those skills
Nerves of steel, sex appeal
Hand skills, like windmills
Mind bender, every time I send chills
Dressed to kill, throw 'em in the trance
Make 'em dance like ants in they pants
Check out my, battle stance, comin' down
Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance
Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake
All that ass, make the waterbed break
Skin like a god and for heaven's sake
Why you wanna make a nigga scream your name? Spark..
[Autumn Rue]
Niggaz try to say what I want
What's the deal, let's keep this blunt
We only try'nna have some fun
How can, I get you home?
I searched, you're not the typical kind of guy
Your moves they, definetly caught my eye
I like the way you take the beat slow
After the party is on
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: U-God]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the Slums of Shaolin
Hillside Scramblers, we out the garbage, niggaz
What? Huh? You ain't think I was gon' come back, huh?
Did ya? It's U-G-O-D-Zilla
That's right, that's right, Hillside Scramblers
The gram handlers is back, yo Mark, yo Mark
[Intro: U-God]
Forgive me..
For all that shit I did in my past..
You know what I'm sayin'...
[U-God]
Is anyone out there? Does anyone care?
This is my testament, my bedtime prayer
I resent my sins, oh Lord, listen clear
I can feel it in the heat of the night, and in the air
Lord, give me your ear, I want you, to understand
Please forgive me, I'm a righteous man
Tryin' to do the best I can, just to feed my fam
I might die, in these streets, by some jealous hands
Now I can it's some scam, from the root to the fruit
Cuz when they see me in the streets, grimey's guns salute
Me, it's the moment of truth, I got mud on my boots
Plus the sounds of the sirens, cops in hot pursuit
Pray for me..
[Chorus x2: Autumn Rue]
As I lay thee down to sleep
I pray the Lord, the soul to keep
If I die, before I wake
I pray the Lord, the soul to take
[U-God]
All this pressure, building up in the pot
When the schemes released, I'm bout to blow my top
I'm the cream of the crop, when machine guns pop
I seen the death angel come when I see son drop
I cried, tattoo tear drops, cuz inside it hurt
I saw his life flash before him, as he lied in the dirt
And searched for heaven on earth, in his debts, sold in land
I poisoned my own community, with kilos and grams
And people don't take a stand, politics tempers flare
They build, prisons 'stead of parks, children end up in there
It's the welfare, the precinct, the daycare's, indecent
The churches, the priest, inside the belly of the beast
It's, diseases, crack babies, people actin' crazy
Oh Lord, can you save me? If not, snatch up my baby
Ohhh..
[Intro: Large Professor sample (U-God)]
Classic, classic, classic, classic (yo)
Classic, classic, classic (yo, yo)
[U-God:]
I got book rhymes, Crook lines, Built like tankers
Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker
Big time thinker nailed in a pine box
Watching like a hawk kid, Seats in the sky box
Cut you with a dry ox, Slapped with a bank roll
Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo
Get money, Make moves, Burn more calorie
Bruise your anatomy, My atom is hard
Slam you on the granite damnit, Rap bandits at large
Pin metals on my chest, Stir up the hornet's nest
Burn holes in your neck, Control your flesh
Fat back wheels, Crack kills children
Every time the mack spits in the back of the building
Splash with a feeling, You need a healing
Hot shots of sake, son, you can't stop me
You can't drop me son or cock block me
I'm powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush
Hit my enemies in your guts, Cold crush
Rib cage blow up, Everything's hurricane
Red beams tear your frame, My dick game's never lame
Slang right, Daylight, Hot grease and egg whites
Hog mics all night, Fisticuff dog fights
With Dillinger's, Motorized mouth out the cylinder
War tone, Guerrilla hormone, Vast in the ominence
Dance with the Ramadan, Throw ya'll armor on
Gift wrap your karma strong, Shots out in Lebanon
LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor, Niggas cocaine niggas
[Outro: Large Professor sample]
Classic, classic, classic, classic
Classic, classic, classic, classic
[U-God]
It's your time, baby, when it comes, it comes
I come down crashin' like a hundred tons
Run sound through you, if you want it grunge
Soak up the lyric like a human sponge
Slow down baby, don't jump the gun
Song sound crazy when he pump the drums
One's in my pocket, gators half ostrich
Style created by the 36 monsters
Sponsors in the building, franchise the concert
Snatch mob besmirched, watch the don work
Go berserk, tear off your shirt, the scenery
It's V.I.P., you can't lean like me
[Chorus x2: U-God]
Song sound crazy when you pump the drums
Slow down baby, don't jump the gun
Straight from the slums to the V.I.P
It's the gangsta scene, you can't lean like me
[U-God]
Guess who's back just to blow your mind
Zero to nine, nigga, press rewind
In the ball room grind, on her fat behind
Throw it back when you wine cuz the meat is prime
I'm, too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Fresh off parole with a monster stroke
Soul control the dance floor, what more can you ask for?
Rush the back door, amped off the raw
The champ in valor, hammers galore
Off the wall, sweat cognac out the pores
Down by law, you won't make it to round four
Shake it, don't break it, what more can you ask for?
[Chorus x2]
[Hook: U-God]
Blood style did the scenery
Blowin' on that greenery
Pushin' heavy machinery
It's the gangsta scene, you can't lean like me
[U-God]
It's the master of ceremonies, king of rump shakers
Back, it's the bold in the golden bracelets
Need to roll a facelift, you die if the paint chip
Hit the hydraulic, then I raise up the spaceship
Drop, off gracious, cuz you're obsolete
The twenty inch chrome blade chop up the street
On the shopping spree, for the chocolate tree
I stay tailgated by the unmarked beast
With the sticker on the bumper say "fuck the police"
When I pass, bury me gangsta with my gold teeth
The O.G., U.G.O.D., with the trophy
Switch my name to Jody, cuz Goldie's the old me
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
Driving down the strip, and you see my spokes
And I rip off my shirt, like he's the Hulk
And I squeeze off volts, just to please your folks
And hip hop, yeah, needs a jolt
Then you fall to your knees, when I squeeze your throat
Cuz these hip hop fiends, they need they dope
And I puff on weed, then I blow out smoke
He's so feroc', now here's a dose
Now throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
You get your neck broke, python strong
You want problems, now bring it on
[Chorus: U-God]
Hear the sounds of the titans clash
Sucker M.C.'s try to bite this fast
Jody gon' put it on smash
It'll happen so fast, kick ass
The rap world thought that Wu won't last
Sucker D.J.'s keep playin' that trash
Jody gon' put it on blast
It'll happen so fast, kick ass
[U-God]
I been through 'nuff shit, and I paid the cost
Now I wear big hats, like I'm the boss
Knock you off your high horse, with no remorse
In hip hop, there's no need to floss
Those who don't believe, I leave you scorched
Peel out in the porsche, with dual exhaust
U-God is the name, the game is torched
Upside your head, you get banged with force
Throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
You get your neck broke, python strong
You want problems, now bring it on
[Chorus: U-God]
I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
I'm sorry, Jenny, all the pain inside, I lied
I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
I'm sorry, Jenny, for all the pain inside...
[U-God]
We started as friends, you had a boyfriend
I took you from your man, that's the way we began
I didn't think it would come back to me in the end
That wasn't part of the plan, you had my heart in your hands
I guess broken wings, are hard on a man
You ran back to scrams, had me stuck in a jam
I didn't understand, where we went wrong
I tried to block you out, but you call on the phone
I want to, bad to the bone, all to myself, all alone
You sighed on the line, then I heard a dial tone
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Yo, I stayed up so late, just, thinking of you
I wish that I can take back, all the pain we been through
On the path by myself, my back's on the wall
Sometimes I want that I shouldn't have met you at all
I told you if you just, leave the man you was with
I'll take you back in my life, and we'll seek happiness
Then you finally did, I took your heart for a ride
I didn't tell how, I had a chick on the side
It's been a couple of months, in this triangle of love
I didn't realize, she was the one that I want
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Now was I young, was I dumb? Was I wrong?
I had thought we had a special bond
Come back, run, come back, run
I thought we was tight as a blood
What is love? What is love?
[U-God:]
Yo, Yo, the average man couldn't last that long
She like to work out, run marathons
She wear tight skirts with no panties on
She's a six foot one bronze Amazon
Say it, complaining all the good men is gone
I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an
Visits all the jails and the nail salons
Rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong
With skin like velvet she rocked my bed
Buffed my helmet, sipping Long Island Red
She spread eagle at the tip of the bed
I rubbed on her legs this is what I said
[Chorus: U-God]
That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip
That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here
[U-God:]
She's a thing of beauty, she's so mean
Heavy in them jeans, every man's dream
As real as it may seem I approach you with calm speech
I'm form New York, honey from Long Beach
She's intelligent, the President's arm piece
But that's irrelevant, I'm in like Flint
She nicknamed her breastesses the Wonder Twins
She went to the exorcist it's under skin
She loved grown men, she loved the thrills
She jumped out the Benz with the buns of steel
She's the trend setter on the cover of Maxim
Secluded in the cabin in the hills of Aspen
Life's always boring, she needed some action
She had passion with Louis Vuitton hand bags
She didn't like the chronic but she loved my swag
She loved giving head when she's on the rag
[Chorus]
[U-God:]
She did her dip, almost broke my hip
That girl, she was, getting down
Told her to go home, told her to leave me alone
Look at that girl, she kept, getting down, down, down
[Chorus: U-God (w/ Autumn Rue)]
I tear the roof right off this mother (I give them ghetto gutter)
That venom, I put it (on you, I'll give them ghetto gutter)
[U-God]
In the big black Cadillac, no handles attached
Drunk off the super skunk, pass me a batch
My single's on the radio, turn it up blast
I'm comin' through, stomp it up, put it on smash
My Energizer bunny boo, how long can you last
She spazzed on my dashboard, I almost crashed
What more can you ask for? The honey or the cash?
But it's money over bitches when I hit her with the shaft
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
Rhinestone cowboys, ratchets on the waist
Cops roll by, blow the haze in they face
Heads in the staircase, fiendin' for the base
Almost made a sell but someone yelled out "Jake!"
Then I bailed out like I had on skates
Almost fell out, but I made it home same
Splash on some fragrance, grind on the Ave
Kid, I'm ghetto fabulous, when the news cameras flash
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
I got a project chicken, her head game is great
She part time stripper, she handles my weight
Liberian connection, stretch through out of state
With pure opium shipments, fresh from out the crates
She drive a brand new Lex', tan with no plates
Motor bay, predates, sell it for high rate
Let's go one time, baby, two to the brain
Legendary street weapon, back in the game
[Hook: U-God (MC Eiht)]
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea)
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea, come on)
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g (Where ya at? East coast, west coast)
Vicious, vicious, viciously (come on!)
[Chorus: U-God]
Get down, get down, brah', I'm in your town, brah'
That's how we do it, I'm a stone cold rider
And now, I bust a round off, I'm a survivor
This is how we do it, for you snake ass conivers around
[Boo Kapone]
For you conivers, bust a round
Look around, lay ass down with the fo' pound
Shady spots for eighty blocks
I keep a bitch eyes closed like Jamie Foxx
Off the chain, niggaz saw I'm off the chain
Nigga, stay in ya lane, so I'm off your face
It don't stop, I'm on the block
Lickin' shots, with the twelve gauge
Hit a nigga up, have you rapping for the front page
[Chorus]
[Squeak Ru]
When them 24's park, them big dogs bark
You don't wanna get down when them big dogs start
Moving through the crowd, making glocks get loud
Lettin' suckers know we'll take yo town
Flip a little ass, stack a little cash
Quick on the smash, I'm always on the smash
What these niggaz gon' do with the Wu and the Ru
Them Timbs and them chucks, gon' put it on them dudes
[Chorus]
[U-God]
I'm down for the get down, earnin' my stripes
Hillside, real guys, burn burners for life
Put slugs through yo vest, or blood on my knife
Yo I'm up in here, where it at? Throw the dice
The chrome device, still layin' on my hip
Lettin' my nuts swing, we bang for the strip
I'm up in this bitch, I bounce around the west coast
Hollerin' at hoes, lookin' for the best smoke
[Chorus]
[MC Eiht]
I'm a gangsta-gangsta brah', straight up menace
And I don't stop shootin' til the clip is finished
Ya'll ain't heard about me, still a boy in the hood
AK in the trunk, brah', it's all good
One time try to gaffle, the work, no hassle
C.P.T., kingpin of the castle
It's Compton, you see the bulge in the waist
T-shirt go up, y'all about face, chea
[Chorus]
[U-God]
I don't know where to begin, or where to start
All I know is I broke my mother heart
It started way back with a little weed
Then it grew into acid, coke and speed
I became that monster with a need to feed
Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze
Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that
Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack
And I guess curiosity killed the cat
And the way that it look, ain't no turning back
And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge
Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs
Now, people just look up, like he's the third
Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird
Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered
Say no to the substance, heed my words
[Chorus x2: U-God]
I don't love the drugs, drugs love me
It's the coke, and the weed, and the ecstasy
It's a terrible disease, that go down down deep
And all day long it be calling me
[U-God]
My father, he had dope fiend arms
Lord, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus for moms
Damn, I did her wrong, not a pot to piss in
And the, TV's missing, couldn't stop the addiction
Damn, that cause friction, I broke the trust
Huh, how could I tell her that I smoked it up
And I smoked the red dust, to fight the demons
And I need a head rush, cuz tonight I'm fiending
Not for the nicotine, the pipe I'm screaming
And the monkey on my back, can't fight the feeling
And I did a robbery, I broke the clip
And I caught a lottery ticket and smoked the dip
Life fucked up, nigga, I choked my bitch
Police tried to cuff me and I broke the stick
I'm as low as I can get, low as I can get, nigga
Low, low, need another hit, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
I love getting high, throwing dick to dames
Lived life to the fullest like my name Rick James
I don't know what's more addictive, the chicks, the fame
Damn, I done shamed my family name
One foot in the rain, one foot in the flame
Ugh, rich or poor, whatever you call it
I'm a cigarette smoker, two sips from alcoholic
Got to change my ways, flush drugs down the toilet