Uh, this for all my niggas
What...all my niggas
Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas
Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas
Uhh wha, my Junior niggas
Uhh, yo yo yo yo
Verse One: Lil' Cease
There's only noe Lil' Ceaser
Who can touch ya who tease ya
Cruise around the world, tease her with my Visa
Now you're askin' me, the questions and lies
I'll tell ya neither, but betta be a believer
Ceaser Leo believe ya
Iced out, me and Kim rockin' at the White House
See if you can handle this pressure with the lights out
I'm catchin' flights out, D-rockin' plus I'm trifed out
Brooklyn Mint hats and sweatas, with the nights out
Did that, it's all about the break like the Kit Kat
That kid got, players from Brooklyn that get chicks black
I meant that, you like the way Ceaser Leo spit that
It's a trip that, you niggas had to kill B.I.G. to get back
But I sit back and hope that crack
See I don't smoke that, it's too many black folks
With street dreams wanna blow back
Cease aloupe that, I rock a show and hope you know that
And rock a party, and rock a body
Just to help my dough stack
Chorus
You can put your army against my team and
I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
You can put your army against my team and
I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
Verse Two: Camron
Uhh, I dare you and the men tryers
Mersadies Benz buyers, chromed rhime tires
O-D like limp buyers, gun sticky handles
Tricky bandels, shit we ran through
And I'ma drink until I catch a plate of Mickey Mantle
With the Land through, then I'm storm out with my coins out
Crispy Sandels, don't like it, well damn you
Ya know how Cam do, mess around and slam you
All about respect now, check ya on black nail
Then we bring the text down, head trek now
Last year I closed the Rec down
With me and the click, I bring the slicks Nicks
Peepin' the chips, uhh get open off the factory dips
And he sportin' on the back of the whip
That cat Un, like the Acelney whip
Stack chips, twin match on his tip
And it's Undertainment, formely Undeas
We all gon' squeezers, problem, come see us
Chorus
You can put your army against my team and
I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
You can put your army against my team and
I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
Verse Three: Charli Baltimore
Yo, it's my family, keeps me runnin' like car fluid
Call me bitch, put the "R" to it
Take the "TC" from it, see we done it
Birds hummin', we heard dem
Comenses, stay Emmy, so I made it from it
Fool never heard of them, I'm Charli, ya Harely
Half of any chick that I ball wit', spoil wit'
I rock brand new, as my whole click and quite well
Ya sell stills Bell A-T-L, we might grow tell
Have vicious on ya Miyell, but play these skills right
Got to give me credit like Mase T's, and face-ti
Last Dons, comense status, only trees we smoke B-Palms
And S-Classes, burn rubber in a 420
Abosrb money, the glamerous fam
Rock Versace like my man and watch me
CB rap Debouitont, any flow you want
I'll arrange it, rocks style, change it
Any time, keep in mind
Charli Baltimore for Undertainment, we're the famous
Chorus
You can put your army against my team and
I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
You can put your army against my team and
[DJ Clue]
ENOUGH!!! New Busta Rhymes! DMX! Jay-Z! Why We Die!
[DMX]
Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
[DJ Clue]
??? Busta Rhymes! Ruff Ryders!
[DMX]
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
[Chorus- Busta Rhymes]
(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah! Busta Rhymes! DMX! Jay-Z! ??? Word!
[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin? (DJ Clue- C'mon!!)
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
[Chorus]
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! ??? That's right! ???
[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb (DJ Clue- Haha! Woo!)
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!
[Chorus]
[DJ Clue]
[DMX]
Grrrrrrr
From the dogz to the pups
Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on
[Drag-On]
Drag On baby, uh
Yo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz?
On them job niggaz
See y'all frontin mine niggaz
But drugz revolve niggaz
Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap niggaz
The size ain't right, y'all should be 300 hundered pounds on thin ice
Run in yo set, pullin yo gun from under yo desk
Snatch the weight from big niggaz doin a hundered a set
With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all niggaz runnin in sets
Under the bed, two to the chest and one to yo leg
Cocked it have one in the head and wanted by feds
Said they on the prowl for Drag and niggaz wanted him dead
That's what you get, gambling yo life wit a hundered to bet
Ace to the dues, now yo face has seen a hundered Gilletes
Niggaz think it's funny and shit, when chicks is suckin they dicks
Till they control you like Remotes, bustin buttons and shit
Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women
And caught no shots, from my glock wit 16 in it, uh
[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
[Drag-On]
This lil nigga's too young to show the i.d.
But if y'all don't feel the hits now y'all gon feel it later like Ali
Y'all got respect? Not at all, but we do and got it all
Cause y'all know there's a lot of dogs that'll sell y'all for a lot of dough
Playboy, u sniff out, and pull out and leave em stiff out
Poke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they shitted out
Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin shit
If only they could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking dick
And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you
Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it wasnt supposed to
When you get up from the get go, nigga disapper like Presto
The cats is Pedro, since double R got the metro
They almost dead yo, niggaz wanted butted down
We throwin up the parties soon as they pat us down
? Woulda been more than music sounds
Coulda been round after round goin straight thru yo crown
[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
[Drag-On]
What's this I'm hearin niggaz sayin I ain't ready
What you tellin me? I been caught felony's y'all nigaz funny like Bill Bellamy
Fuck what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like niggaz pull out swords
In the old days, whan I spray I'm yellin, ¡°touche¡±
Either you can stay and lay and this'll be yo last day
Or you can help me put my shit away and then you get away
And nigga clear the way, you blockin what I'm droppin
See the stocking? Dont let me pull the shit put that'll have you
Emptyin out yo pocket, stop it, ¡°Drag is you for real?¡± Shit
And tell it like if y'all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach
For the slugz from the semi, still fuckin wit me?
Y'all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y'all niggaz is mad that
Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me
Not one of em stung me
And by my dick y'all niggaz is gon wish, y'all hung me
Double 0 nigga and I'm hungry and I'm goin all out, cause y'all numb me
You feel this
[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Busta:
Uh-uh
Fears, real fears
The universal Flipmode Squad
Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want
(in the background as Busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)
Baby Sham:
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my Flipmode crew
Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move
Rah Digga:
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
Peas
Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew
Rampage:
Ramp, I'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a nigga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life I had to scramble WHAT
Spliff Star:
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
Niggaz through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If I got it, Imma flaunt it
That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it
Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted
Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)
Busta Rhymes:
You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
Drop like Niagara Falls
Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up
Lord Have Mercy:
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with Jesus
Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm
Hook (2x)
DJ Clue:
DJ CLUE
Busta Rhymes(talking):
It only gets better motherfuckers
Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
Geah, What?
Niggas Bleek, Duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah
Uh, yo, yo
Im on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these ???
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall
Niggas get'em on his eats
Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my wherabouts?
Bitches I don't care about
Money Im a man about
Drama Im a air it out
Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin
Wit no chips right?
CHORUS: 2x
Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)
But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way
If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels
Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros
Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them
I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit
Yeah uh-huh
CHORUS:2x
My niggaz roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the nigga wore a thong
The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game
By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers
I fall, I get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em D's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches
Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
CHORUS:2x
We live
For the thugged niggas, Marcy
[DJ Clue] *echoing*
New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional, used from my nigga Vic
Haha
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggaz is average
I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)
Chorus 2x
Chorus [Havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
[Havoc]
Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you
Chorus 2x
[Noyd]
One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the Fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this
So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me
You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P
You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three
Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti
(Mase)
I thought Duro was an old man before I met her
Check this out right, this is me M-A dollar sign E (C'mon, C'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, Harlem World be the burough
Cool 'da Love up above (that's right)
can't forget my family (who 'dat be) Cardan & KFC
Blinky Blink & D-R-E
(Uh-Huh) (Uh-Huh)
Cluemanati, We Like It (Uh-Huh)
Mase too smooth, call me debonair
hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon)
cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
what a brother, too black, me living here
we don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there
twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb
and if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since Big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, I be O-T,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a O-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
and I'm 2.8 and about to blow 3
(Mase) Fabulous Sport
Chorus: Now that's the way (Uh-Huh, uh-huh), We like It (Uh-Huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) We like it 3x
(Fabolous)
Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L-I through
Eyes low, from the L-I-Q
if you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do
give alias to any female, I screw
One running with Fabolous,who knew as well as I do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crew
be back downtown,bagging chicks at L-I-U
cause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the raw
Now I'm off in spring to tour, in Singapore
might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of Cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
and V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, I be throwing clinks on
and be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on
Chorus 3x
(Foxy)
Did you know that I, simply got these cats where I want 'em and...
(uh) See the 6 then I want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could freak with
And do that freak shit
And I'm stepping in hotter, like Don Dada
snatch my Prada, ya hoes done done nada
make you never wanna flash your shit
like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then I will crash your shit
If you think you was a'ight, I will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
use to be O-T, now I'm 2.3 (Uh)
Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
be that same chick, that you praying will fake
and I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)Fuck you think this is?
If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off
and, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit
Oh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range
This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders)
will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon)
[Drag-On]
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn em all, til they all say turn em off
Cause these chips, I'ma run em all
Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel
Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno
So be careful, 'fore I burn you
You better learn dude, yeah I heard you
but I'ma hurt you, but you don't know?
My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the team, which means
a lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cause I'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust
Do you bust? Cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying this?
Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers
but this Bronx bomber's spittin flame
so you better wear your armor
Flame on!
Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)
My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP
And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP
First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO
What baby?!! THAT'S HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL
[Jadakiss]
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked
Or writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub
Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out
if you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'
and then give it to a modelin bitch
And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time
[Styles]
Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til I pop up
appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style
Everybody actin violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move
Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped
Then the gun's only helpin the clip
And the clip's only helpin my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin your man?
When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R
Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge
[Eve]
Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers
News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture
Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker
Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us
Haters, screamin, "Who that bitch?" (UHH, UHH)
Mind your business nigga
Chorus
[DJ Clue * talking over chorus *]
Yeah!! DJ Clue!
The Professional! Part One
C'mon! Mad shout out, Donnie Brascoe
Big Skate, Duro.. CLUE!
[DMX]
Uhh, uhh, uhh..
The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred
Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin with the God
Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft
Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough
My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it
Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get
Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
but by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it!"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked!
Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked
Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat
Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life
Slick Rick chains ill nigga
Get brains with the fuckin Hilfiger nah
Shit changed I gotta rock somethin' flier
McGiver get outta shit smooth like that, get higher
In these kicks, prince sneakas, jogs is loose,
robbin truce, while my revolver shoots
Chinky eyed, devils is grin
Purple range rovers, wakin up with hangovers
God damn I need my brain sober
So I jump up in the ride and slide
Me and my nigga Jon Clue, just called he got the purple 5
Damn nigga's is live, Queensed out
Got to put the card hard jeans on
I faked out, til this light green caliweed
Henisee dro, use to only cop thug sacks but now I cop a oh
Six double oh, I trick a couple hoe's
Get em in my car, dirty shit all in the fuckin floor
Clean that shit up now throw in outside
Took about four hundred G's to cop the bulletproof ride
Bentley its on, yo we on the world tall
We got a show on, top of the coliseum open doors
Let them rock-a-way nigga's in
Queens bridge startin' shit, chill, calm it down we got to blend it in
School of hard knocks shirts, choppin' hurts
>From the Hurst, yo corona play the sideline, yea it works
Yo when we put it all in the same fam, yo round up the queen's click
Check out the game plan
Chorus:
Queens's nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef and don't hide yo
Young nigga's get cash and cop rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo
Queens nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef, we never hide yo
Young nigga's gettin cash and copin rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo
Cause every in brown skin
Queensed out from public housin
Comes the one known as the garson child, rappers is bowin
Look at em, they roll me red carpets
praisin me as one of the dead profits
When I talk these nigga's heads bobbin
Strait out of queens with TNT, they did there first drug stain
With one and hundred cop shots, niggas with first scene
With D-Days and cop killin, laws was made
10 G's to a witness, you seen a cop get sprayed
What's on the AGQ club or club Mercedes
Sunrise, movie theaters to chill with our ladies
Load up the 80's cause cop killin craz is crazy
40 to basely, Q gardens to woodhaven
To AQ that got booted barrel goddy that was made in
Whips on the vanwick queens day and shy stadium
Anything that's transported to New York
got a come through the gates of either 2 airports
Kennedy and Luigudia we come through bod of you
Bloodhounds follow you; wolves ill get on top of you
Push prints Camaro's paper here to Somalia
Blaze off double barrels, shall follow you
M.O.PPPPPPPPPP
First Familyyyyyy
Firing Squad and you know they make it happen
And it's gonna beeeeee til' infinityyyyyyyy
Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe
(Chorus)[All singin](Repeat 2x)
[Why]
They don't show my people no pasion
[Why]
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
[Why]
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
[Why]
They show no Love
[What up]
{{Bill}}
Remember me
I participated in the one of the hottest joints in 1-9-9-3
[M.O.P]
First Family
[That's Right]
[ohhh]
And I'm loved all ova'
Believe What I told ya, When I told ya imma soldia
[No Doubt]
I get down
Son ask around
I've sipped drugs from Brownsville to Bricktown
[Bricktown]
Why you decied how a man should be
Imma set [aside] my [pride]
and [ride] wit' my family
That's how I move
[It won't change]
**Still my love for Burbank is piller than chump change**
[Yeah]
>From mid range
[Bill]
To all you cats thats thinkin I'm chump change
Don't know how these chest pains feel
[Show em' da deel]
I dun traveled in different dementions with good intentions
Of keepin' it real so
(Chorus)(repeat 1x)
[The Last man standing]
Fame neva missed
Quick wit' game and sickin da Brame terrorist
[Put ya arms down]
Before I drop a bomb down
Make ya whole staff calm down
Nevamind wit dat cat talkin'
Im off to rap Fisio blow em' off the track
If it's a melody
[uhhh]
I bring out my energy
And da remede
Wipes out da enemy
Get down for myne
Mom duke call me Jambo
I scramble wit fake thugs Thinkin' they Rambo
[Ya'll see it]
Home team
Rock well pesisted
[For instance]-(Bill sayin it)
Use the first verse as my intrance
I present to you
[Who]
The brownsville slugga nucka on top of his game
[Homegrounce]
I present to you
[Who]
The brownsville slugga nucka put one in ya brain
[Hold dat down]
(Chorus) Repeat 2x
Hey yo, my family ties connect me to guys that's into
Whateva's quick
a quick wit ghetto potential
[second against you]
Look, it's more than just a hit
[The Firing Squad]
Produce sugaful shit
And what I'm spittin shows my mission is saficiant
[Neva wash em']------(1 Person sings)
Sometime I clock em'
Rockin' and listenin
[alright now]
It's da hometeam
Were back
So you should get ya gat and let ya chrome steam
These rap dudes sabitage
[That ain't reyal]
Your rap styles carolouge
[I can't Feyal]
Feelers rockin this
from New York to Providence
Give the tape replay from D.C to VA
Move like McGyver
Dealt wit' conivas
True monified gangstas
Safe survivors
In the meantime
Mas Destruction
It's a
[Rapid Fire]
Production
When you look in my eyes tell me what you see
You know how it feels to be rappin with ya fam
I am retard as you and those thing you do
Firing squad sendin up to all those thugs now babe
[Intro]
Extraordinary
(New shit, Made Men)
The undisputed Made Men
[Verse One]
Ey yo
retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman
we last man standing, who dead man walkin'
It's five fingers to death, when I clutch
the microphone in my hand
I know you niggas don't understand
Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero
I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done
with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
My face isn't definately the law
in the jigsaw, puzzle
while I screw and muscle on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm rushed out, fresh out
verbal bash-out
P.D.'s that made man
ready to get off for some action
[Interlude]
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on these made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you fuckin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
[Verse Two]
Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a missle
cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect
elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact
combat, doubt that can so you contract
close casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the coffin
never again fuck with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess;
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left
I keep they thinkin' second guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon
With indestructable niggas that called made man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin'
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry
My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face
These never-minded motherfuckers with advances
mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably unmistakently
Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never mystery
[Outro]
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
Ugh Dmx
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride!
Grrrrr!
(1st Verse)
When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, (ugh) cuz my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
than to open your mouth and remove all doubt cuz if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong (what) till I'm gone and I ain't got long
But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn
All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
(Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real
Chorus x4
Yeah cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone!!
(2nd Verse)
I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep
I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
always get my thoughts off the streets and
always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck!
I'm always strapped; I've always packed
I've always rapped; it's always that
Always black
Chorus x4
(3rd Verse)
Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust
Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try
Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga
Never get it fucked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga
Never say never, cuz I never thought this clever thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, DMX!
Chorus x4
Uhh Dmx
Clueminati
Ruff Ryder's, motherfucker
Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uhh!)
"It's Dark and Hell is Hot"
Y-O Motherfucker
School Street
Home of the Brave we all here baby
Mundo! Telemundo!
Uh! Grrrr
My niggas
D! What?!
Bitch!
We all here baby
(Fabolous)
(F-A-B-O)
(L-O-U-S)
(Dj Clue)
New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm
Whaaaaaat!
I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rolls out
Play bars and buy the cris and moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out
Fabolous the one from the menatti mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed
If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ???
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for
??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S
That's gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh
(chorus)
Niggas want it
Now they get it
Bitches on it
Now they wit it
flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and BB kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order
Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for
(chorus)
(Dj Clue)
My nigga lil' Rob I see ya!
Carlyle
My nigga model boy
Slade
My nigga Miller
Jason
Jungle
Clue!
(Fabolous)
New York is getting money
Va is getting money
LA is getting money
Fabolous is getting money
(Fabolous)
Fabolous so cool I could play Texas
In Avirex's light gray lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat
Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops
(chorus)
(Dj Clue)
DJ Clue, Fabolous
Fresh out York Star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-O-S
A-T-L
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
(Dj Clue)
My Nigga Lou, Willies
You know how we do it
That platinum shit
DJ Clue: *with echo effect*
Fantastic Four: Cam'ron, Pun, Nore, Canibus
Cam'ron:
>You never hear that we buckle
Beef? We chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the Hen Rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all?
O.K. y'all. Ask AJ y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm
My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall
But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on Street Soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each Rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to Lorey Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey Jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like Volkof
Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow
I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta Lex Coupe
With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too
Big Pun:
>Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit God, the squad & TS
Out wit the B.S.
We platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac[ura]
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose
Noreaga:
¡talk about huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's )
>Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats without Tiffany
N-O-R-E, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakes
I've been fuckin' with Clue since he made 60 minute tapes
We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes
We from the hood and they from the hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
Took the game right over at the time they could
Them niggas silly though, knowin' Nore lay pretty low
But them niggas is [ho]mos like the Maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge
Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
I sold 163 thou[sand] on my 1st week
That means I got more fans than you
Bigger plans than you
We buy real coke, your grams is blue
Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo"
Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
Canibus, Cam'ron and Punisher too
And the beats are usually done by Duro and Clue
Canibus:
>Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far from being borin'
My style is hard like cancer without McCorman
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude
And I'll split your shit, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porches
Can't be tested or F'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of shit that get the Question-mark Man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the National Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what CLUEminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you ¡
Motherfucker...CLUEminati 98'
DJ Clue: *with echo effect*
[DJ Clue]
New shit, Nature
(Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?)
(Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti and the whole Queens)
It's the, DJ CLUE
(We gon spit this one for the 1999)
[Nature]
Aiyyo, I got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin Sloppy Joe's
Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep Mase bumpin
The one wit Total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some become gremlettes
I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend the night, every time we fuck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong
[Chorus]
When I spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, Jungle, watch this
When I spit, you spit, hot shh (DJ Clue), new shh
(The Professional), exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (STUPID!!), Jungle watch this
[Nature]
Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck
Catch em in the street, ?mo fit? up, say ";come on you bitch";
It's only money I'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas
I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, it's outrageous
CLK's, rims ill, tinted up, pullin bitches wit bird shit on the windshield
Hoppin out, niggas front, we knock em out
Like a smooth boxer, writin new how shh
Generatin paper like Lou Gosset
Makin moves while your crew gossip
Read about us, raw shh, our feats'll doubt us
Niggas talk shh, a team of cowards
Need to stop frontin when there's nuttin to do
Nuttin new, niggas is comin for you
Yeah, it's 1998, Nature somethin for Clue
Chorus 2x *with Clue shoutouts*
[DJ Clue]
You know how we do it, Queens style
Every trip, haha
(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking)
Trying to tell you man
I'm going up in there
Trying to dig into niggas pockets
Fuck that man
-{Lord Tariq}-
Either you be real or you be dead
Hey killer, be a killer
That's the rules to this game
In the court of the law
With let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit, like Clue shit
We strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
Cock the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route
And that's what that's about
Understand? I wan't cans in hand
This shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my mo-ney
I'll only tell you once Tony
"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world thust
Keeping feds of my ass
I gotta think fast
'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last
We try to bumble like ass
Stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it
Chorus:
We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this
(2X)
-{Lord Tariq}-
Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got techs
Heading straight for your chest
Feel me on this
My word is priceless
You can't pawn this
I might diss drop jewels
The way I cop jewels
The way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influes
What's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of
>From jimbos to fat burger
On some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit
I had alot of Brooklyn niggas
Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"
So hold your heat up, and move fast
You got to keep
Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks
Chorus(2X)
-{Muggs}-
I peep the devil screaming BK
'Cause I rock for B.I.G.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun
Killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair line back
Do what the con do
I warned you, and sworn no talking
Bring the thing out
Got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed
Run with thero heads
Leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the Bronx
Poor kane, Lord Tariq & Clue
Chorus(2x)
DJ Clue:
Uh-huh
DJ Clue, Professional
[Rock]
Come on (BCC)
Come on (MFC)
Come on (BCC)
Come on (YEAH!)
Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up
Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)
Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions
Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera
[Buckshot]
Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous
Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss
I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
>From the, street Bible or the street Quran
Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)
But still the bomb
[Tek]
It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons
Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips
Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip
Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
So while I'm takin a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on what we get
It's like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin how many gats I've thrown
[Rock] (Steele)
Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)
[Lidu Rock]
Yo the set I claim is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)
Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin
First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin
Like my nigga Craig and em say, "Fuck that shit!"
Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk
For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck I know y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker
[Ruck]
You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm glad them
Monkey niggas don't fuck wit the Ruck cuz they fags, son
The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake
[Steele]
Get it straight, y'all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights
Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed
Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face
Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue, The Professional
Part One, you know how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up
And we out, till next time
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657
Yo man what,
Yo y'all niggas know
Yo you know all that bullshit man
Yeah, some niggas don't even
These niggas man,
What's the matter wid these niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
Fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
me like that, Yo
Verse 1:
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss that anything yell endorse that
Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap
'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
a brick pop shit in the six trunk
Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again
Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
it really is man?
This you life man,
Shoalin and desert storm
This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
What What What
Verse 2:
Yo, Aiyyo, yo
Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
me blow for the station rep for one nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, What
I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is this is for Clue right here dunn
Verse 3:
I'm third rail though half seal and I blow
Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
three hundred ones while floating like a
?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
on a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
*talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*
Clue Killuminati
John Gotti story right here fella
[Sheek Louch]
Sheek Louch! Ayo Kiss... Ayo Styles P... Clip up niggas...
Y'all wanted this shit right?... fuck it.. let's go!
[DJ Clue]
New Lox! We're Back Y'all
[Chorus x2]
JK:L dot
O dot
SL:X muthafucka
Run and tell the hood we back (we back!) Yeah!
JK:L dot
SP:O dot
SL:X muthafucka
More bodies more guns more crack (more crack) Yeah!
[Sheek Louch]
So who's the kings of this microphone?
Who be still in the hood? Burner on 'em, dutch and heavy Patron
Still big twenty pieces in a drug free zone
Still light conversation when I talk on the phone
In the Quadro-masi, doo-rag wrapped like I'm Hajii
Allybaba, when it's beef get the chopper
I'm in the trash can like I'm Oscar
Yeah! More bodies more crack more guns
[DJ Clue]
C'mon!
[Sheek Louch]
I figure we come back and make a couple more ones
shit I'm already lookin' at a thousand of my sons
Lil' Jay-Zs, lil' Esco's and Pun's
Lil' Doc Dre's, lil' Slick Rick's and Run's, yeah!
You ain't never heard 'em do it like we do
More money, but this not equal
Sheek Louch homie, microphone killer
No shirt on, silverback gorilla, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, we're back, yeah, yeah! Yeah, uh, yeah, yo,
Original coke movers, our CD's made
Niggas bids go smoother, when the system tried to lose 'em
Gotta be god if they ain't devils
I'm in a hole in the wall, shootin' pool, table that ain't leveled
I mean to offend you, if you dropped an album
In the last ten years then my DNA's in you
Can't be like but they wishin' to, dissin' who?
Please, these lil' niggas know who they listen to
Finally the underdogs is over the hump
Pass the cashmere Gucci trench over the pump
The snitches can still hurt me, as far as the bitches
They still thirsty, Far as the riches I'm still worthy
Whatever you want, I can get it by the thousands
And knock it off right in front of municipal housing
I can drop a jewel or a bomb, I just hope it hit ya
'Kiss, you can do the book, or the motion picture
[Chorus]
[DJ Clue]
It's Me Snitches Part 1, y'all!
[Styles P]
What else can I say that the others didn't?
L-O-X taught you everything that ya mother didn't
I shoot the gun 'til the trigger break, all of the rubber missin'
Go and get another one, get on another mission
It's no one like me, quite frank, the right bank
I'll put ya think tank, all on ya Nikes
Still talk black shit, a whole lot of conscious
But I'm from the street so I never take nonsense
You don't want ya arm bent, followed by ya throat slit
Ferocious, wanna take a ride on the Ghost ship?
More bodies, more guns, more crack
More weights, more shots, more niggas that's runnin' to get the stacks
Talk to the cartels never on the phone, no
Only on the front yard, when I get my lawn mowed
You don't want a bullet in ya baldy or ya corn rows
L-O-X is back, run and tell 'em that it's on, yo
[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh...
Fuck... the.. frail shit
Uh, cuz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
[Styles]
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light
[JK]
Determined niggas make it
Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked
[SP]
The house costs a million, sittin on the beach
and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it
[JK]
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin money then you rubbin the spot
[SP]
Real niggas say that they be wildin
We on the Caiman islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums
[JK]
a bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent
[SP]
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
and nobody on the faculty squeal, what
[JK]
and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun
and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh
[Chorus- Jadakiss]
We gon make it
we gon make it, we gon make it x3
[DJ Clue]
??? We Gon Make It!
[JK]
I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent
So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me
In this case who's the loser
[DJC]
Haha
[SP]
ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger
[JK]
Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P
[DJC]
Clue!
[JK]
We got water, (X, haze)
Plus weight in the D
and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it
and be the same old niggas that ratted
[DJC]
Uh-huh
[JK]
[Who cares?] Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back
[DJC]
Woooh!
[SP]
Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that
[Why?] Cuz they puss and they mans is lame
[JK]
We so for real in the hood we make candy rain
[SP]
I could easily send you to God
[JK]
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard...
[Chorus]
[JK]
Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga
That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga
Might find your man dead in the ocean
[SP]
He be aight though
[JK]
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager to pull it
but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the eight and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now
[DJC]
Clueminatti!!
[JK]
Put your face in the ground
Cuz my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive
my fellas is offensive
Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back
but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack
and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel
but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years
Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here
and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well
Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what
[Chorus]
[DJC]
Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm
New Nas, it's called War
Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper
Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper
God pushed me out His ***
The Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts
Fell down into a Louis Vuitton truck with stash boxes
And *** in it sayin' blast Nas ***
Drove down harm's way, puffin' that bombay
QB thug tattoo on my arm say
Names of my fam, so I'ma read you a scripture
And commandments to get you richer
Bandannas, hammers, MAC's and nina's
With the mismatched Pumas like Shan in Queensbridge
All white shell toes, that's that Queens thing
Brightland, ice wine, call that weed sling
Know where G slang
And the *** with bomb *** that slurp on me and my comrades
Got a new contract, come on, black
*** y'all just gettin' up on, I'm beyond that
No time for crumbs, I really don't see them
They just started livin', just started havin' threesomes
Just started havin' girls who like them
That's why I got married 'cause my world ain't like them
So why they keep tellin' those stories?
***, y'all square, ***, this is my year, ***
[Incomprehensible]
Professional, Pt. 3, you see it
Intro: Cardan
Yeah, Yeah, Check It out
I'm Cardan right, niggaz think 16 is young
Sum niggaz think 16 is sleet
Verse 1: Cardan
Now how you gon come against an army with a handgun
I'm Cardan, you wouldn't understand son
I be on of them niggaz shoot a three, get a and 1
Blacked out, 006, next to Cam'ron
See ya if I see ya, If I don't
Bye Bye,
Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la
Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's
Punishing you, servin' you notes above the cockeyes
I walk the city alone, Not Biggie or Bone
They miss me at home, half a million sittin' on crome
Could of schooled me, on how to listen and learn
So when I get my shit, It's earned
like I'm Dennis the worm
You gotta live it and learn, Till your bridges get burned
I'm not stoppin' till I drop, I am just speakin' in a swerve
So if you wanna act now, I'll make you get up
and I'll sit you back down
Yo Clue, hit the switches in the background
move him up, he made me do this
Don't kill him, bruise him up
Make him switch sides like Roscoe, That's how we use him up
Take a little ride wit 'em, glide wit'em
Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand
Hypest tears neva cry wit 'em
His girl, she's blind wit 'em
Used to pack his nine wit 'em
Sold eights to cakes, the key wit the dimes in 'em
That's buggin' our life, But I can see ya'll niggaz faces now
Coverin' ya'll mouths,
Ayo you had to hear Cardan and Nore thuggin' it out
I think sum niggaz on the run eatin', sluggin' it out
I'm bout to flow on, put on ya'll seat belts
nigga hold on, ain't nuthin' funny, since part two
of show me the money,
My age I can't mention wit' the shit that I'm spittin'
Rippin' niggaz into ??fissures?? like I'm hotta than kitchens
You gotta flow, come on nigga
rhyme wit us, come on get some shine wit us
my niggaz eat, still pack heat and still grind wit us
Hook: Mase
Time Is Money
Never knew there'd be days like this
Never knew days like this
Tired of Ballin'
Gettin' hard to live wit niggaz on my dick
Niggaz always on my dick (2x)
Verse 2: Mase
Brace the stage, so right now you dealin' wit a great
ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight
When beef escalate
You the next to scate
I'll be around, Till you hit the ground ??left of the Jakes??
The Christians come through, they bless you awake
you test your fate, I'll hit your chest wit an eight
my thing come down, damn, you get an extra eight
Ain't a big man too big to rest in a lake
I do this for cats who's name i can't mention
Dropped down hoes, and about 72 wenchin'
got in beef, and got paid at the entrance
Turned at the boy, He had to do their sentence
Critics complain, I dress to fly, but I bet you I
will never testify
When I size a nigga up, I measure the Guy
So if his man front, he be he next to die
I can see it in your eye, all you wanna do is ??maneuve??
So I think it's time that I pick up and move
Got a house in new Jeru, Where I always be goin'
I got keys that I leave for my niggaz, when I'm
Buttlers that bring me buffets at the Don
Six mexicans get paid to mow my lawn
I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis
Louis the 13th, no more nigga, taste this
The life I live I can't escape it
face it, iced up roly to me, just a basic
Take my shit to Tito, just to get a facelift
Buy extra cases, musta misplaced it, I don't think I'm too good to do what
you should do
You just anutha nigaa don't wanna see me famous
See I, left hood life for the good life, Call up Tito
Cause he gon give he a good price yo
Mami Friends, say I'm Dabien, So if a nigga think I'm sweet,
Tell 'em Try me Then,
Why you worried bout how I be in my BM,
ain't ya lucnhbreak over, go back to IBM
Whatcha want huh? Cardan. Mase Murder. Harlem World. Desert Storm. Penelty.
Clue. Whut Whut.
Hook:
(DJ Clue)
DJ CLUE! ANTOINE!
FROM THE HARD KNOCK LIFE SOUNDTRACK!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
(Antoine)
I would lay my pride down
Long as we can go roun'
Baby call me
If it's money you need
Then I have plenty
Baby think of me
(Chorus)
Girl tell me what's up with you
I wanna spend my time with you
Let me show you how I do
I'm strung out on you
Baby if ask you to dance for me in our bedroom
Don't forget the high-heel shoes
I'm strung out on you
Even for the things you do
break down
I want to be with you girl
all night long
so keep on playing(keep on playing too)
oh!(echoes)
(chorus)
Girl tell me what's up with you
I wanna spend my time with you(I wanna spend my time)
Let me show you how I do(With you and only)
I'm strung out on you(Girl I'm stung out)
Baby if I ask you to dance for me in our bedroom
Don't forget the high-heel shoes
I'm strung out on you
Even for the things you do
(DJ Clue over chorus)
DJ CLUE! DESERT STORM!
ANTOINE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEE!
* dogs barking *
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, let me tell you somethin
Act your age, and I ain't even, matta fact, listen to me
Let me tell you somethin
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
Don't make me come at y'all, y'all don't wanna brawl
Make me run at y'all gun at y'all, take it all run it all
Actually there's a front it all lemme talk to y'all
Done it all y'all ain't even begun to ball
Winter, spring, summer, fall
The cream still stackin if the fiends still crackin
You the same one cryin, for that Billy Jean jacket black fever
Pussy ass, don't smoke no pot neither
Mommy take care of your high fever neighborhood watch leader
Close the drapes up, make the tape duct tape your face up
I fuck wit more powder, then makeup get em laced up
P doe, have a party for the brother
15 minutes, but I feel sorry for your mother
I kill like the greats did
Had a state bid for stashin little Nate
(He was only eight) but I hate kids I know all parents think they experts
But yo my TEC bursts is death spurts wet hearts and Guess shirts, what!
[DMX]
Uh, Uh, Uh
RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
Lets get it on baby (what) cause I'm ready to start
Take the locks of the cage cause I'm ready to bark
and niggaz gonna know when it's on for the heart
niggaz gonna go when it's on motherfuckers mad trucks you know
they feelin' it I'm flippin' it to niggaz
got them thinkin' that they real in it
you hear that but don't go near that you better fear that
you was the one that wanted to have the house wit the the pool right
where it at RRRRRRRRRRRRRR! don't make me bite you
I used to fuck wit yo' sista don't make me fight
you see how I play wit it but stay wit it I'm ok with it
I'll do it, but he will be the nigga that they say did it
what you don't know is gonna get you fucked up
and when you don't roll it's gonna get you stuck up
niggaz want what (what), thats what I thought
Dark Man baby, X for short
What, what, what, uh, what, what, uh, what, what
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
[DMX] Runnin around niggaz like circles I hurt you
"Did I do that?" Just like Urkel I jerk you
[Cam] Yo, aiyyo, it's Harlem World NY yo what try yo luck
but I know what niggaz won't know how you're stuck
body right beside your truck, what
[DMX] But they're screamin' I'm screamin' but they're screamin' ice creamin
They should have fuckin' known there was no such thing as an ice demon
[Cam] Aiyyo, you dogs don't play wit me I'll beat yo' ass from A to Z
Bag you up like A & P DMX n' KFC
[DMX] Bench nigga I'm a bless niggaz wit my slugs stress niggaz
I'm a wet niggaz wit my thugs
[Cam] Yo, yo, aiyyo when niggaz like to act ain't no wonder
I creep aiyyo don't make me put your ass nigga, under my feet
[DMX] Ha ha, hold me down baby bark at your dog
let me know if it's real walk in the fog
[Cam] And then we hit 'em
[DMX] Slap 'em
[Cam] Click 'em
[DMX] Cap 'em
[Cam] Stick 'em
[DMX] Tap 'em
[BOTH] Motherfuckers all know how we have 'em, what!
* dogs barking *
[DMX]
Where my dogs at? (what)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what, uh)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what)
Cam, my nigga
AAAYYYYOOOOW!
[Cam'Ron]
DMX, Cam'Ron, Def Jam, Untertainment, what
[Prodigy]
Pile raps inside my skull cap
Like a brick stack tha kid is back
I told y'all niggas '98 list that
Yo '99 piss on rap 2000 where ya pistols at dun
We be tha men in black fatigues
30,000 dollar chains that swing
You'll catch me in tha streets poppin that bullshit
Catch a fat lip hoes all over your shit
Bust guns like nuts all over your bitch
So you's a woman tell me what tha fuck you tryna doin
You growlin all over tha tape
Forget you when I touch that shit
Not only that on the concrete
We splash more niggas than the wave pool did
Check out my new shit
We blood spit you still ice grill
Mad cause your clic shit is homo
The Mobb stay real
Steady playin' the field
Nigga you sideline rhyme
Customers complain they can't feel
You cooked up a half ass meal
Its time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel
My shit fill the appetite of the populus
We can do it via satelitte just us
An show the world how that ass get bust
Ever since a little yuke I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen an just rush
Like morphine beats throught the wires of the Eps plus
You get penalized tryna rock wit the utmost
Get branded for bein weak the most
Now be ghost get the fuck outta here
Wit that bullshit you tryna shit
Wit tha planet you need to be shot rappin
I got sickle cell I feel the pain
Oh yeah what's happenin
Fake thug wanna front like they contractin
Numbers on my head thug please i'm here waitin
You can't touch me there's no fake love amongst me
There's no fake niggas that run wit me
Somebody gave y'all the wrong info
I ain't ya kitko..nympho
Putmeon tha way you ???????
Supposed to taught that bitch much better than that
I dwell where the rest of my vets is at
>From sumnerville to Bx and back
To the lab and the dungeon
My house of representatives stay starvin be stumpin
We unholy cause there ain't a part missin
Yeah! Ah huh!
Yo yo! I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Don Perignoned up, niggas from where
Want what one slip and get ya cherry balmed up
I got every arm and my niggas homicide
And deadly come to ya gut B!
Guess ya done blon luck
Fucked wit the wrong one
Shawn Gun harm one
Two fuck y'all won do
Bastards niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, it's the rap's El Nino
Get ya brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough
To hang wit it, you ain't wit it
Same shit, it can't fuck wit the lame witch
Soon as the slang spitted
If you came, you get it
Plain as the game
Wit the pens witted on cosine
And the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass
Lost wit no sign, y'all so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on
Got the vest on
Wit the pose on
When you guess wrong
I'm a press on, motherfucker
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay
Betta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a shit if it's small claims
Like stealing ya bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court
Like stealing ya bricks
Look, my guns is all range
More pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small change
When I cock it ball guage
My pistols never miss trials
Here's the dater rain wit no chance of parole
Bullets coming concurrent
I'm like why nigga, try Jigga
You must remember
It's like being on trial for your life
Wit a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats up
And start the court calendar off
Wit jocket number nine-millimeter
All rise, the honorable Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a tool
All upjections overruled
Stay deep in ya arguments
Hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left
That's how I cross exam
Like Tom Cruise
Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and y'all can't handle the truth
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay
Betta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
No flow sicker
No cell could hold Jigga
Since I drop these
Tripled out, no coke kitchen victors
No contest in a rhyme fest
I'm best under oath
Raise my right hand
And I spit it honest
Know ya facts for real
'Fo ya decide to act ill
When you blow trial
Ain't no coming back on appeal
It's murderone
Bail set at, a half-a-mil
It's murderone
For you raples motherfucker's
Red done, commit hate crimes
Fake rhymes, I hold in contempt
You get state time
For faking like you greater than him
So foulplay, thats ya charges
Pay ya fine at the desk sergant
Say sorry, and take ya property
I be sure to bend it
Flow splendid
No coke defendant
While you niggas hold trial
Wit no motions in it
Three-time felon, third album
Locking it down for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2 nigga
Intro:
You ready for this,huh I dont think ready for this.
Nature:
4106, this one
thought it was hopeless
remain motionless
focus on ways to escape the vultures
you know the culture
stackin' papers Natures
takin' over
it's just your basics
in the world full of snakes and cobras
play the frontline
never speak when I'm vexed
keep my business in the streets
rock a crease in my GUESS
see as I see
bless my son
to test that dry weed
til my time come
I shine son
livin' that high speed
chovanistic,
never to old to eat a biscuit
watch my livest foes with quickness
deny their whole existence
but only three can change a grown man
some niggas will change their style
and flip on their fam
it's funny how
some niggas flip on a funny style
grillin me crazily
cause they lady
want me now
in a born God
its all hard
desperado style
clutchin a bottle
pushin a foreign car
The Firm Clique
you dont know
you better learn quick
we rumblin
while niggas push coke
I vote Republican
sign of the times
treed down, I'm worth a diamond mine
keep the torch lit
excel while others forfit
usin Clue to get to you
gotta get it off kid
DJ Clue:
[Trick Daddy]
For the niggas, my niggas, ya'll niggas
[Trina]
For my bitchs, bad bitchs
[Trick Daddy]
Fuck dem hoes
[Trina]
Fuck dem niggas
[Trick Daddy]
Fuck you too hoe
[Trina]
Fuck you nigga
[Chorus: 1 Trick Daddy & Trina]
[TD] I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem
[TR] I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem
[TD] Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem
And if you with me
[Together]
Then you's a balla'!
[TR] I demand respect for my bitchs dem
[TD] Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem
[TR] I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem
And if you with me
[Together]
Then you's a balla'!
[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
They wanna know why niggas like me (like me)
Talkin' bout bitchs in the street
Walk a rock about bitchs don't speak if I say "Hi"
I try to fuck ya
Knowin' damn well you a young dick sucka'
Half dead
Half women, half men
Gay as fuck
Lookin' all toe-up
Like you just had woke up
Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up
Hold up
And this is for my niggas dem
About them raga-dee bitchs cuz I'm sick of them
Home-hoes like Trina going to save your ass
But you a grown ass women bitch baze your ass!
[Chorus 2: Trick Daddy & Trina]
[TR] I demand respect for my bitchs dem
[TD] Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem
[TR] I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem
And if you with me
[Together]
Then you's a balla'!
[TD] I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem
[TR] I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem
[TD] Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem
And if you with me
[Together]
Then you's a balla'!
[Verse 2: Trina]
You gots no bucks?
You gets no fuck
You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt
You got big bucks?
You like the trick bucks?
You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck?
Nigga please
I been touchin' dem Bees
And I aint stuck on my knees
For no couple of Gz
This game aint nothin' to me
Got niggas stuntin' for me
From the N.Y.C to the Florida keys cuz
Lil' momma I'm real one
Pussy worth a trillion
Pull them V's out nigga stop pillion
Now you still wanna fuck I don't think so
I aint no corduroy bitch I'm a mink coat
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 3: Trina]
Ah! You wanna cheap fuck
Find a cheap hoe for that
You got 10 Gz it takes much more for that
You got 30 grand add 15
I'll pull out the handcuffs and the wiped cream
Cherry's and strawberries we could do big things
Pull the camera out play it on the big screen
Lick your lips you know this pussy taste real great
The realist one, I'm tryin to get it like Kim Gates
[Trick Daddy]
Can't no bitch come between me, my flow, my clique
Hoes we pimps we aint pimpin' dicks
And after we fuck you ganna remember this
Wants some up, bling, bald head bitch
I be damned if I pimp ya'll hoes
I'll damage ya'll scandales ass, amateur ass hoes
One pound of cock and one genseen
A fifth of Gen, and bitch and let the beatin begin
I'm your daddy hoe
And bitch I drive a Chevey not a caddie hoe
The king dig-a-ling that is
You cheap bragin' about the head
I wanna see how mean that is
[Chorus 1]
[DJ Clue]
Roc-A-Fella!
Fresh out!
My nigga Gene!
Domings!
Chorus
Haven't you heard
platinum makes the amateurs swerve
Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Bird
call a timeout, make a quick sub
pull ya rhyme out, and rip it up
nigga rip it up!
Nature:
I shook hands wit many killas
some did it for fun
it's like a rush the way it comes
to make the innocent run
niggas brag abotu it
and recapture the pain
just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame
its many ways to do it
anger plays a major role
when its done its done
don't try to save ya soul
you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss
nowhere to run young blood
you done burned ya bridges
a nervous wreck
makin ya calls collect
confessing ta hoes
a man of respect
now a vegetable
scorned by the world
for being cold-hearted
he killed one of his own
it's fucked up but he sold product
no can do, he got cancelled
I watched'em as he tried to pull out
but he never got a chance to
just a little man, his bite less than his bark
yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart
lossed stripes in the street
at nights and sleep at the same time
I used ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhyme
had a seed on the way
smoke weed all day
thunwas speedage
didn't think the heat would freeze'em
I tried to tell'em
correct'em like convicted felons
by the time he realized
it's to late, a slug split his melon
seen'em spralled out from the fourth floor
in the blink of an eye
it was over the killa walked off!
CHORUS 2x
Noreaga:
A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shit
keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit
what the dealy wit?
know I only smoke a philly wit
lamma lamma
and got a bitch in Atlanta
and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera
and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right
y'all niggas burned bridges
I coulda had y'all tight
a yo I spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit this
I coulda had you in the bank
now you lost ya rank
you should blame only ya'self
ya self today
you know me
hate to have to do it homey
we used to be cool
now it's like you don't know me
all that jealously shit
stupidity shit
had me thinkin' on some foul shit
diggin' in ritz
now I'm 98 what
my niggas still have fun
if i ain't fuckin' wit Nate, I'm fucking wit Jung
number 1 rule of the game
don't trust no one
likle them weak niggas
yo you know if they trick
in ya face, tellin' stories
when they lie on they dick
while I get cake
live like a cookin Beat tape
like that old school shit that he used to make
yo from Kansas ta San Francis
niggas catch me at the club
but i never dances
play the bar close
niggas watchin' me, I'm like a mantis
I won't take chances
peep the hair on my chest
that's what happen
when you drinkin' rade, henney and stress
drink my life away. right away
shoot up ya Guess
yo it's me and Nate
we like two of the best!
CHORUS2X
Nature:
I got the whole anchalota
the glamour and glitz
my name upon the walk of fame
right behing Frank Sinatra
it ain't na da
but one for the win column
y'all need to stop frontin'
actin' like y'all big dollar
fraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluff
causing friction
calling ya chickens, for a quick buff
rippin'em up to some Lou Rawls shit
it ain't a game, you was hot
but you lossed it
change ya methods
renevate quick to save the extras
ya mic's hooked up
but y'all brains ain't connected
it ain't my fault ya niggas came defective
I'm the specialist at rap
opposite of pessemis
shots more accurate than Petrovic
when my shit drop
y'all niggas better check for it
ya gotta love it, the way I'm comin' at you
in the purest form
the wars on, you thought we would flop
well than ya thought wrong!
Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue
The professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. Braveheart nigga
(Put it on)
Was classified as the bastard who died
Rumors say, I came back alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red, like the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than Astronauts
I talk it and live it, ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' like you, I'll gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the realest predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods, AK's, Berettas
My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us
DJ Clue
This is star
Live from the Bridge
When ya'll niggas fall and start makin' 800 collect
Call commercials like Arsenio Hall
I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing
Princess cut chains, I bend bitches like bike frames
My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightnin'
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans, givin' nice brains in a white Range
Pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life
Damn, I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas jewelry box full of stones
So I can change diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy
DJ Clue, Nas
Live from the Bridge
2001
C'mon, c'mon
Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz
Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to floss
The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her
I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the dick
Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reload
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID)
Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
The Squad go to war like General Custard
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard
And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards
[Erick Sermon]
First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be fully armed
I got dough, my account be fat and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
[PMD]
Aiyyo I detonate on impact
So niggaz better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that
The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back
No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that
[Keith Murray]
I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of
I get out of hand like I lost my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron
[Erick Sermon]
Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
You got skills? come here, let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King
[Redman]
Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock
Cops know the SL hand do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD
[Keith Murray]
Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS"
[Erick Sermon]
I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone
It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens
Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene
[Redman]
I Welcome niggaz like Kotter to the night marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather
I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic
[PMD]
An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these niggaz mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!)
We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin
Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin
[Keith Murray]
I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith Murray pack a black tech
And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched
Females jump in my flow like double-dutch
[Erick Sermon]
My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why)
I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle
[Redman]
Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at
Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks
Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win
I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN
[PMD]
So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla
Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
MC's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you"
[DJ Clue] *echoing*
(DJ Clue)
DJ CLUE! ANTOINE!
GIRLFRIEND! WHAAAAAAAAAT!
(Antoine)
I see you walking through the high school halls
In the classroom two seats across
Away from me
Baby can't you see (you are)
The kind of girl that a guy lives for
The kind of girl that you can't ignore
Cause I'm the one who really wants you girl.
(chorus)
I wanna show you (yeah)
Just how I feel
Won't you be my girlfriend
Girlfriend
I wanna show you how much you mean
Won't you be my girlfriend
Girlfriend
(verse 2)
You know I watch you cause you watch me
But that ain't how it gots ta be
Cause I want you
Just like you want me
(chorus)
(bridge)
Girl can I please take the time
By telling you you're fine
please would you be all mine
cause I know you want me baby,yeah
(DJ Clue over chorus)
CLUE! ANTOINE!
WHOLE DESERT STORM!
HA HA!
when i met u ,u was on my dick jigga gave u his old bentlys now your on some
shit and i dont know where they found you sun but since your pops aint around
ima punish u and ground u sun and niggaz cant stand u sigel your flow is mine
anyway so dont bite the hand that feed you and niggaz that gased u is ass to
trust me them niggaz dont wanna shoot 5 dog they rusty believe or not ghetto is
mines and when i see ima put your corn roes on the yellow lines i got niggaz in
philly where been where you live fuck scareface my bullets hit women and kids
worst mistake was tryin for me and u can get your baby gorillia with you he
dying for free how im stntin on a disco beat,and u a fag your next rhyme should
be on the sisqo beat and i hate beans but fuck it kiss gone eat just me and you
fuck the labels lets go street and your rap fans need me i dont know why this
nigga talkin all vreezy cuz macks jam e-z.fuck what u thinkin nigga fat stinkin
nigga,haha -what bitch wanna lay wit u front nigga i could get u murked in a
day o
r two no brades tha only ones left is a braid or two,u forget reason why u
signed to the roc iz cuz u listen and u watch and listen to the lox all it
takes is a gun and a bomb u wanna take it hard knock life till im huggin your
moms and i aint makin no more songs neither so when i shoot em in his face i
dont wanna hear that im wrong neither,hold that suck my dick fagget none of
yall niggaz cant fuck wit kiis its tha j_to tha a,d_to tha a yall niggaz is
pussy yall dont want no gun plizay,sigels not real to me therefore he dosent
[DJ Clue] (DMX)
New DMX! Funkmaster Flex vol. 4!! (arf! arf! arf!) Do You!!
[DMX]
That "T" would help though
[DJ Clue]
C'mon, man!
[DMX] (DJ Clue)
Here we go again
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all (That's right! Irv Gotti! ???)
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
(Funk Flex!)
Straight Y.O. mother fuckers
[DMX]
Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick
Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It's shit like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you got me, got me? And you can't live without me
If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a fuck about me
Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I get niggas that ride big every fuckin' day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and I'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be
[Chorus- DMX]x2
Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! ???
[Damien]
Hey yo dog, I got lyrics
Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word)
[DMX]
Damn, is this the type of shit I gots to put up with in the streets? (DJ Clue - Holla!!)
Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody
Everywhere I go it's like I bring the whole party
It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'
Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you're a shining star
You don't even know what you got inside
How the fuck you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Aight, fuck it, you wanna be me? Here's what you do
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through
You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit
Then have your mother's new boyfriend smack you like a bitch Turn into a killer,
don't carry shottie
Cuz the way it's goin' down right now, you gon' kill somebody
Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn
Better have a cause but because you'll get burned
You got 15 years without ever coming out
And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin' about
Then get locked up every two years
For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears
Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you
[Chorus] (Repeat until fade)
[DJ Clue]
The Professional, part two
Coming real soon, new shit, crime life
Memph Bleek, Cease, Ja
Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every base head from here to the wasteland
With key, and connects me and Cease the vets
Sell water from the cook pot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about
(Clue)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid
You feel me? Niggas spend advances for jewelry
Then run around frontin' like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life
Yo, yo, when it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the biscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He want them big things like them tits on Dolly Partons
Got mad bodies, lawyers hotter than Cochran
Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down
Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades
Fuck all you sons thats dockin' that shade
Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollywood
I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life
Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K I double L E R, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When the God take you be calm
The game is me, 'cause the game I eat breathe sleep
Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek
Hit the streets, handling mine, hoes handling nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-blinds, [unverified] she lies
Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on
What you think you Murdering, Inc.?
Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink
You fucking with some hot spitters
Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on nigga
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life
Fresh out, crazy [unverified], Shawn Taylor
Hot 97, Damion Young, big shout out to fresh Jordan
Ellie, MTV, Irv Gotti, Murda, Inc, my nigga Ja
[Lil' Kim]
Yeah how many haters can stand the rain
(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
This is only a test
La la la la la
(What We told you it was comin')
La la la La la la la la
(We in front of the scenes
and in back of the scenes
so what you gon do now)
La la la
[Lil' Kim]
Bitches wanna front on me
But know not to come to me
I keep ten glocks
Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
Like they sprayin' sumthin' (Sprayin' sumthin')
Like they sayin' sumin (Sayin sumthin')
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (What)
My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four
Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo
I'm thirty two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots
I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin' assholes)
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't never think I'm slippin' (Why)
Bitch I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin ass niggas
I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
I got warriors that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin'
Leakin from ya melon
And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'
Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you sing about bring em out
Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
I'm a millionaire
I ain't rhymin for the cash
I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass
[Larc Banger]
All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel
Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel
(Swallow it)
Criminal I ain't tryna battle
(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel
Through four make the hollows travel
[Mr. Bristal]
I got Montana nines more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine
Can't jack mine
I'm one of a kind
[Larc Banger]
Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro
You sleep with your eyes close
Might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco
Reload bitch
[Mr. Bristal]
How you want it
Head or gut
You soft like baby butt (I like that)
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw
Their jewels they tuck
For what
Intimidated how we hop out the truck
Or the S type Jag
Y'all niggas straight fag
[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
[Lil' Cease]
I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it beef jump into it
M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team
Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich
Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin
From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin
Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin
Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die
Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go
Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe
Where you start is where you finish at
Show y'all the meanin of fam
Remember dat
[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Intro: Styles
Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga
All:
L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back
glock for glock, Mac for Mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about
player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth
Verse One: Jadakiss
It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime
every late night he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the world
you got chips, you can fuck the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs could rule
and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma
know the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life
had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life"
But me and my Ace is tight
moving base at night
Lace your nights, you see Narcs jet
I'll meet in the morning in the park doing sets
And when it's dark again
we'll let the 9s spark again
Y'all know the dogs
niggaz stay moving out the fog
And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga press record
from here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips
Verse Two: Styles Paniro
Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky
I act like this cuz they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up
express art from my heart, baby cook me up
I'm the crack in your tape deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, physically and mentally
going to for the goal cuz I paid the penalty
Y'all ain't a friend of me
y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me
but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly back in, hope you're packing
coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions
Four-four
seen the future we battlin' all laws
Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
this here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when
you come back as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat
Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove
scared to move
Gleaming like you looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income
for years so many niggaz must've been dumb
Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff
you need work? Come on I got consignment to give
This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older WHAT
Verse One: Sheek Luchion
You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we ball
it's Pay-Per-View y'all
Straight movie
flee in the Z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the loca
for skimming on my coca
L.O.X., in total control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be ours
You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED
Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)
Verse Two: Jadakiss
Yo, you already know what I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them cats who can't freak it
we keep 'em dusted, that's why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the real units we can eat with
Verse Three: Styles Paniro
Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool
I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a figment
you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O
BM Doub., see that thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and they don't like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope
You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel
we keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat cuz the honey's type ill
(BEANIE SIGLE)
F*** THE SPECILATION CHARK OVER,
BUT NIGGA DIG THIS, IM BOUT TO SUNKISS LIKE THE SODA,
AND MAKE J TO THE MMMMMMMWWWWWWWAAAAAAAA,
PUT HIS LIPS ON HIS 9 AND MAKE HIM KISS THE GAME GOODBYE,
YOU BOUT TO REALLY MAKE ME HURT YOU KISS,
SPITTIN CANDY BARS THIS NIGGAZ SWEETER THAN A HERSHEY KISS,
GOT ME HEATED BOUT TO WORK THE FIFTH,
DESEL ON THE PURPLE SHIT,
THE REV GOTTA GET A CHURCH FOR KISS,
YOU BROKE,TALKING BOUT YOU ROCK YOUR SELF OUT,
WHEN I SEE YOU GONNA REALLY WISH YOU KNOCK YOU SELF OUT,
MESSIN WITH SIGE NEED THE WHOLE LOX TO HELP OUT,
IS JUST ME, I DONT NEED THE ROC TO HELP,
I COULD TELL WHY STYLES SAY HE THE GHOST OF THE SHIT,
I COULD TELL BY YOUR RHYMES YOU WRITE MOST OF SHIT,
U AINT MMMMMWWWWAAA,U AINT SHIT YOU BITCH.
(DJ CLUE)
Who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
(Repeat 4x).
Hey you fucking gangsters where you at,telling this boy hugo how to do that
and why is he trying to do some good gangster shit,when he knows you bloody
mother fucking gangster fucking arseholes doing the shit.
So you must follow my steps in being a gangster shit and i will be cool to you
until your better than those fucking nigga's and then i will show you the
gangster shit.
Who got the gangsta shit
He's got the gangsta shit
so ya betta do tha right shit
and then i can show ya how to smoke tha gangsta shit.
Who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
I run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch
Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft
You can't blink round no crook one look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip
Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit
(Chorus) X2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
Aint no tellin first union a melon
The first nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum
And I run through cats
I'ma two gun cat
One nickle one black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
(Chorus)X2
Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hid behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight never fold
And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
[Noreaga]
Them niggas really think that it's a game but it's not
Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped
Word on life, word on my click
All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick
And I stay true to them like both of them laws
Niggas talk shit my click's not ridin' them dogs
Niggas hate me cause broke and can't floss
Yo I cop coke, cook it up or buy it cooked already
Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy
Yo I floss now, look how much my jewels cost now
I'm realizin' that you me so I hate y'all too
so both sides is hate so it's mutual
Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able
Shoot at you send staff to clap you
Yo my name's Nori but only fam calls me 'Poppi'
That nigga's homo like the cat who killed Versace
Homo thug, yo I shoulda know sooner
My click stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr.
Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can
fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings
I'm from Iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees
Buy my own business, concentrate on my cheese
Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol
I'm like '98 Live, you like Double Dribble
Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, playin' the game
Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain
It's like you tall, 21, no out, just go hard
Rest in piece I gotta say to Yammy and Taj
It's like bitches never learn, money to burn
Yo I'm leavin' like me and Nate (I'm leavin'!!) let me say this
I used to rock to G-U-E with the SS
now I'm in the '98 black GS
Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights
Shit shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights
Now my click keep guns, time to fight
Open the flip on the star-tech and check the message
Cock ten Sprint phones caught a deal
What, one and the same like thugged out and Ill Will
[Pretty Boy]
Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
Aight, hold on
[Foxy]
Uhh, that's cool
First bitch, what
[Foxy Brown]
There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again
Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again
Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
Been talkin' shit, what the fuck you wanna start now
Mad cause he Pretty
Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties
Spendin' chips to get me, who me!
Strickly dickly, fucks wit' no chicks
Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks
Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll
Just to get ya'll rich, never
It's simple shit, this little navigator
Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
What the fuck is this
Ain't ya'll bitches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
My nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest
Bnnie and Clyde, bitch!
You don't worry bout this, he like this
The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist
Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit
We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit
He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit
Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit
That's right, I'm bare foot
On the stage with the look
Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne
I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time
I'm on that Brooklyn shit, and I'm takin' what's mine
Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?
Hah, I'll show you royalty
Dead on your royalty, uhh
I'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper
Yeah, bitch, I said it
I'ma dress dress royal
[DJ Clue]
New Missy
Featuring Mocha
Nicole
D-J-Clue
[Mocha]
What hot, we droppin'
What not, we stoppin'
Ya'll rock toppin', we bottle poppin'
Ya'll block watchin', we watch coppin'
Ya'll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for ya'll feather weight
You better skate cause we never late
Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight
But you can't bet what you never make
I'm the same cat from the same tracks
That hadda bring crack when you played that
When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at
I write my own shit bitch, can you say that?
1 - [Missy]
Alot of ya'll MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappin''bout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?
Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control
[Mocha]
It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me
And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three
Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there
The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears
Mocha here, call me the richest chick
With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip
Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me
Dumb variety, I get it done lively
2 - [Nicole]
My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy it
[Missy]
Wooo, I get it hot like heat
You the MC that 'posed to scare me?
Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse
Spit on the mic, make all ya'll moist
Hey, you don't wanna fuck with me
And if you do, then you've been practicing
And no one even told you who I was
Well I'mma set it off, show you who I am
God damn, I got skills like a thief
And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth
Hey, you don't really want that beef
I repeat, you don't really want that beef
I said hey, you don't really want that beef
Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm)
Repeat 1
Repeat 2 to fade
[DJ Clue adlibs]
Missy
My nigga Timbaland
Aaliyah
The whole VA Crew
Word up
DJ Clue
The Professional
Niggas don't want it
(jay-z)-here we ridein the , yah yah its like that no one one cares cmon here
we go...
(clue)why do i give a danm when the streets rollin back now why do you give a
damn when i aint gonnt stuck.such along time for ya people the thugz o say here
we are now what kind of people wouldnt be..where my dogs at?
(jay-z) us the ruffs the cuffs the ones to stuff dont get it messed up when we
rappin
(chorus) (repeat x2) (clue) the strrets watchin 3000 street thugs
rollin,(jay-z) now what kind of thug would watch you?(clue) i dont care i just
wanna know...(jay-z/clue) WHERE MY DOGS AT WHERE MY DOGS AT.
(clue) what kind of thug wouldnt care(jay-z)what kind of thug wouldnt
care?(clue)who would care?(jay-z) i dont care but it is .(clue) its time for ya
to not care/(jay-z)thats why my thugz dont roll.(clue) what kind of gangsta
would yo give yo cash.(jay-z) i wouldnt care if you stuck it up ya
a**.(clue)here we go yah yah dont get it twisted where dogs at ya.
Dj Clue: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!
Chorus 2X
R.O.C. (J.D.):
Now all my niggas say what(what)
We dont give a fuck(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo)
Now all my niggas say what
We dont give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money)
[J.D.]
All the niggas fuckin in between, be the the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin
No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what?)
And shorty from the south keep fuckin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me
Niggas dream to be like this one here
JD type cat dont dissapear
I'm the J to the E, R to the M
A-I-N-E, got so many
Bitches I should set up shop
Bettin against me,
Please! my bank dont stop
I come through, bumpin Clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin, I gots to have it, I love the dough
Chorus 2X
[R.O.C.]
Nobody wanna fuck with the R.O.C.
Young G from the streets
And he's banned from t.v.
Nobody said life was easy
Out on the block
I got shot
And nobody came to see me
Back on my feet
Packed my heat
Got back in the beef
Blazed it up
Are ya muthafuckas lookin for me
Raized it up
And now they see I'm makin rap songs
All I ask is my real doggs smash on...
I said yea and ya dont stop
Cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya fuck wit R.O.C.!!
I said yea and ya dont quit
I'm comin live from the Bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop
Shakin my clip
Til the hatas drop
And I'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And I'm dumpin
Chorus 2X
[J.D.]
I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And I learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world it's snakes,
I dont care,
I dont break,
Pushin Benz, cuz a nigga know how to create
On and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin on the end of Rosco pico's
Trained to name
Deleted from the muthafuckin game
Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass
If it ain't 1st class
I let it pass
Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop
The dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop
I'm the bass,
The snare,
The one that dont care
Rip shit the fuck up then I'm outta here
