[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
Uh, M.M.O. official
Young Gotti, let's go
Uh, let's go, let's go
[Chorus: Triggnomm]
Aiyo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
We gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blow
We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
Me and Itchy, spittin' fifty, fuck a hospital
Yo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
We gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blow
We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
Me and Gotti, catchin' bodies, fuck a hospital
[Itchy-Fingas]
Aiyo, I blow speed limits, blow 'dro with the windows tinted
I blow fifty grand, racin' my man
Blow fifty on my neck and my hand, we splurged out
Nigga blow you in the face and give you another mouth
Nigga blowin' at twice, nigga blowin' at dice
That nigga blowin' his life, that nigga blowin' his ice
I get blow, 'bout twenty a gram in some towns
We ain't no average dudes, twenties rabbit foods
I mash you fools, crash like, that's the Coup
And if I catch you on my block, we gon' wet the stool
Yeah, you got guns, but you scared to shoot
I leave you hooked up to tubes like vegetables
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Been in the war, spinnin' white balls in a car
Droppin' like drawers and jaws, bounce like balls
Where's the bread? Four lens, searchin' their head
And spurs are spread, separatin' limbs and legs
Arms are harm, hung from the palm of the arm'
Toss in the palm, Vietnam, harmin' them all
Send the word, it's superb Benz with birds
A vengeance, abidin' by, soaked in 'sherm
I still fuck local whores, cuz it's yours
All in your jaws and your vocal chords
You want some blow? Or you want something to blow?
You want something now? Or later on tomo'?
Well, here's the blow, and here's somethin' to blow
Now let it go, pink in rain, sleet or snow
Yea, your nigga got guns, but he's scared to shoot
Everything's computerized, but you can't computer
[Chorus]
[Triggnomm]
Heat blows out, in the street, we speed blow outs
When we blow out, see M.M.O., we 'dro'd out
Braids, waves, bald heads or blow outs
So show out, I take a deep breath, blow out
Empty fours out, Triggnomm, Kurupt and Itchy
With a O of yae yo, and a folded fifty
Blowin' quickly, spittin' fifty at 50
Ya'll still with me? Flow blow so swiftly
Can't hit me, go past fast, can't get me
Petey Pablo flow, ya'll still with me?
Stick with me, cause when I blow, ya'll gonna miss me
Blowin' fifty every year, not to fit me
[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
Hey grandma, yea, how you feelin'?
Yeah, everything's okay, and yourself?
Oh, grandma, I was just callin' to ask you
If you had a Hooptie that I can borrow, yeah a Hooptie
Yeah, my cars in the shop right now, I have to go see my girl
Yeah, I can hold it? Thank you, grandma, I appreciate it so much
You know I love you, so much, okay, I got to go though
Oh, wait, grandma, you got a gun that I can borrow?
[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
Yo, M.M.O., baby, Protect Ya Neck, baby
The patrol zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, stop playin' games
Wit the pop, pop, pop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Itchy-Fingas]
Yo, I stop the press, niggas get hands pump in they chest
C.P.R. flow, I got ya'll niggas coughin' up dough
Double M to the O, blow like a fifty of 'dro
And splash tracks like never before, we untouched pa
Porsche or a Jaguar, scanner with the radar, start your shit
Blowin' niggas right where they sit
I spit the flows, but the flows be sick, B.I. ridiculous
We addicted to blow, ya'll, cause ya'll niggas predicted it
Cheddar's my witness, flossin' like bricks, like brick-face
Benjamin big-face, around the world like Puff and Mase
Whatever it take, we push weight for high stakes
Tristate, down state, nigga just don't play
I spit the murder, but the radio, just won't play
No Flex bomb threats, it's strictly conflicts up in the conference
[Chorus x4: Itchy-Fingas]
Stop playin' games with that dough, pa
We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O.
[Ice Grillz]
We rolled up in two bubble-eye 6's, rag to riches
Don't get it twisted, nigga, pop a bottle, snappin' pictures
Cake like Duncan Hines, we sport, platinum shines
Links, laced in full length minks
Don't be protected, in armor cars like brinks
Valet, park the car, I'm at the bar sippin' drinks, like
Shootin' stars, pass Mars, whatever
Me and my dunns pack guns roll tougher than leather
Like a wrist, raw spit, with Glaciers of Ice
My whole team's blingin' like a diamond, just a heist
Eyes to the skies, me and my duns bust slugs in it
Like a foreigner G.S., wit the windows tinted
All my Sunz of Man got plans to receive
Hundreds of grands for they body pay beneath the sand
For real, for real, cats is killed on the hill, but still
Try to stack, teach the seeds and build
We originate, from the Asiatic populate
Nubian state, the Gods hold it down to weight
Six sets, trillion tons, multiplied by
Nineteen million guns, you hear me son?
[Chorus x4]
[Triggnomm]
I clap in the booth, hydro, Henny and heat
Spit sixteen in the street, dead at the police
Criminals on patrol, killas off parole
The truth unfolds, my flows become horrible
Duckin' forty one slugs, at police clubs and buttocks
Raw, rough and rugged, like the media love it
Hot flows, accumulatin' to a drop rose
As far as I'm supposed, that's how hip hop goes
So we drink, smoke and skeet, til we coke or go broke
Noddin' off in our sleep, like we be dippin' the dope
Robo thugs, wit M.J. millennium gloves
See my vision, can't you tell, we on submission
We gon' get that dough, and we gon' split that dough
And if necessary wit calico's, close the show
I'm certain, it be curtains once your wounds start hurtin'
Your dog start desertin', relatives in a hearsin'
What's worse, then playin' with a black man's dough
That's like fuckin' his queen hoe, or wreckin' his vehicle
Ya'll muthafuckas see the glow in M.M.O.
C.I. cats, now multiply dough times that, stop playin'
[Chorus x6]
[Outro: Itchy-Fingas]
Yo, M.M.O. Official, Protect Ya Neck Records
The drome zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, Big Trigg, Iron Sheik
You heard me, it's not a game, yo stop playin' games wit that dough pa
We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O.
[Intro: Itchy-Finga Sha]
Uh, what, uh, bring it M.M.O.
[Chorus: Itchy-Finga Sha]
Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
We your last thing, constently handstick
Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts
M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what
Hold you head in critical, toe to toe, I handle you
Cats catch through my vocal, fool, is strictly for my crew
Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
We your last thing, constently handstick
Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts
M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what
[Trigg'nomm]
Professional, perdictable, double a vest, calico
Oh what a mess, foul blows, run of a nose, drown the hoes
Look how I gotta go hallow hoe, shatter bones, blood cologne
Call Metrodome, Cyclone Zone, Astro-Land, business man
M.M.O., droppin' dough, hate to say how the haters play
Dogg like Snoop, so let me through, oh, one poochie, hoochie, sue me
[Naisha]
See ain't no day, sell these records
psycho kane done freak this flow
Ya'll niggas don't know, gotta search them
or the plush condo now he ? the titty blow
Catch me sick to the bath-hole, never that though
Shorty in the back, ?? macro, ?? got smack-o, ? that good?
[Chorus]
[Itchy-Finga Sha]
Hold you head in critical, inter borough bell views
Stagger left an edge or two, gettin' them up to get that loot
Tellin' your cats is bulletproof, words is told by truth
Take your mind like smith I goose, born 'em with the playas
Though we suffer cast, fire last, lace the smoke with strictly hash
Facial fifty strictly - pimped out, never had
Got no time to show the past, loose your life in jungle blast
Money Makin' got cash, super see you like glass
Twelve laws of offer dough, now or later, M.M.O.
Time we time we show picasso, designer clothes, doin' shows
[Intro: Pearl Handle]
If your shit is hot, then it's hot
If it's an original flow, watch you blow
Keep it tighter than a knot, every show
If it's not, let it go, see the top is a heavy load
We need to step it up, step it up, ya'll cats, the truck up
It's Pearl, Pearl Handles... uh, uh
[Pearl Handle]
Let's step it up with intelligence, growth and development
We sufferin', some are reluctant to stop bustin'
Hate is the most expensive indulgence, the greatest need is common sense
Supreme math, teach us consciousness
Black and dominant, check your documents
Sports, Cablevision, Jackie Robinson to Iverson
Court system, can't go margin' the Cochran
Yes, shots spark in the roof top-ins
Foul apartments, niggas is starvin'
Water bugs and mouse droppings, opeds that once had name
Straighter halls, praise the Lords, stickers in every door
Footprint picture frames in every wall
Now the play is AK's and sawed-offs
Big pistols, nickel plated cronz hit you
Rippin' you tissues, amputatin' your arms
Hidin' warm symptoms, numbin' your system
Handicap parked in the wheelchair emblem
[Naisha]
There's too much drinkin' and smokin', leads to fightin' and cursin'
Jeeps worth to see the tour Suburban
Even the body left the service, but what it takes
The early wake, for niggas to advance stakes, and best cake
More hate, leavin' bottles at wakes
We all a victim of this every day chase
Rhymes shaped, Riker's Island gates, Naisha one of the greats
I see it in my baby face, black face my way
Lettin' the aids to the presence of his day
Can crime pay? Paper cliche, saw the skies to L.A.
Up in cafe's, Holiday Inn's, the elegant
Pretend, she laid in the Benz, a honey with friends
Center of attraction, shorty playin' my direction
Feelin' these ears and these eyes, payin' attention
This goes for all the snitches, from New York to Sweden
Life is what you make it, said Esco, I rock an S.O.
Product of M.M.O., producin' the sick flow
Hittin' them up with dope blow, that terrorize your side show
And scream for more M.M.O.
[Chorus: Triggnomm]
These cats is lollypop, M.M.O. real hip hop
Killa one dart, blood on your block, we crime swap
Why your rhyme stop? High beam and lime squat
Give me light, of beatin' the mic, I give you insight
[Itchy-Fingas]
Aiyo, my eyes open, vision a million when I wrote this
Proceed caution, you take a toke and say it's potent
Just stay focused and keep your burners in a holster
These cats approach you, I make a menace of they culture
Writin' exact, generate, money in stacks, for the whole summer
I'm slumped in a bulletproof hummer
Federal serve, observe, up in the telly in a hot tub
We rock clubs, ya'll niggas better cop more Icebergs
Hit ice and chains, niggas that ain't ice in your Range
Where the pricey thing? I stop back and let your life hang
Up in the zone, press chrome against flesh and bones
I see ya'll niggas ain't ready, the more guns, the merry
Put rhymes, confetti style, turn fed the criminal
Hit your general, four times, spread him around
[Ill Knob]
Who be the thug criminal, hit you hard with the subliminal
Individual, Ill Knob, with the visual
Attack, where my niggas at? Watch your step, don't forget
We be rollin' deep like, beauty when she sleep through
Snow White with your seven dwarfs, slash, faggot ass, little maggot ass
Beat you down and drag your ass
What you talkin' bout, snitched on my man and took the walk about
Outline your sketch on the pavement, what's the talk about?
The murder rap, couldn't beat the case, cause you heard the rap
Chewin' on the telephone wires, at the Burger Shack
5-0 rush in the lab, paraphernalia down the toilet
Everything was good, 'til niggas spoiled it
The foul underhanded ways'll get your ass clapped
Ga Bow nigga, blaow nigga, where you runnin' now, nigga?
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: Triggnomm]
These cats is lollypop, lollypop cats
M.M.O., official, operation, all upon cooperation
Russ Prez on the track, never wiz-ack
Mac to your biz-ack, what nigga, lollypop cats
M.M.O. real hip hop, Klik Ga Bow cats, foul cats, A.T.L. cats
[Chorus x2: M.M.O.]
We in the last days, my mind spinnin' like waves
Rise spendin' on blaze, rap's spreadin' like haze
[Triggnomm]
I reflect the greatest, Trebet's and Vegas
On fleer jets, swap begets with vets that's famous
We M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless 'dro
Zay and mo, size then sounds of four pounds
Rep the hometown, cause then only know me in Coney
Though bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit the
Unordinary situations that vary
So much of Clinton and lifestyle of George Benson
I bump Mary N. Brown to obituaries
And every now and then, I stroll through a cemetery
I pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projects
Visualize the logic, of one losin' the son
I say no to the gun, then I say no to the smoke
I say no to sellin' crack, then I say no to sellin' coke
I say no to hero'n, also known as dope
I say no cause I know them others just can't cope
[Chorus x2]
[Triggnomm]
I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toys
We love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffs
Laid up, for 12 months, got violated for blunts
Whack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to front
Survivors a sin, live a long life of pretend
Til thugs get the wind, killa's come home from doin' ten
Can't quite blend in, headin' back to the pen
Where vice is shiest, and life is like a game of dice
So I don't indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboas
Pistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the bold
Onyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be sold
And ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residence
Who'd ever think we'd go from gangsters to gents
Aiyo, who'd ever think we'd go from playas to pimps
[Chorus x4]
[Triggnomm]
See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talk
And on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walk
On Coney Isle, AKA Criminal Isle
Slash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and found
A real merry-go-round, when the sun go down
Get caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.'s
And if you really ball, we even give you a wall
Lust loots the law, where I'm from, 1-2-4
It's history in the makin', O.J. and Payton
Jesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin'
Reality parallel to Mickey and Mallory
Natural born, casualty, beemin' cash for a fee
See evil does it and the dead live above it
So I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it
[Intro: Triggnomm (Itchy-Fingas)]
Eh-yo yo son, come on come on
We gotta hit this flight 304 today
(Yo why these airline police keep watchin' me?)
Fuck them, man, come on (Toy cops)
[Naisha]
I'm flyin on the Kennedy airline fog, the demon in me
Street life of Benny, blunt go to Hiroshimi
Custom mine, all broads be fresh in Versace
Dwellin' on the daily, not me, sippin' on Nani
In the splills, Jumanji, skies red like Blood Money
Scramble my life fully, rockin' G.S. gulleys
Under the moon light, sippin' fruit wine
Float like fruit flies, dominate the skies, realize
Keep your Nino's up high and notify this crime size
Naisha in camouflage pistol-whippin' wise guys
Supreme large, I pop you to the Heavens of all Gods
To generate, C.S.G. all-stars, fuck it, let's take it back to mirage
Street war stars, hate to bust my gun from afar
The Messiah Allah, tote me shit from here to Hong Kong
Naisha to bomb, sincerely the Don, blow holes all in your cranium
Camaro S.S., rollin' up cess, a gun in your vest
It's business, so the topic's at rest
It's like Capone and Nes', 'nough powder to bless
Lace it, divide the cut in, this fresh linen I soaked in it
Soon arrive the endin', over the scrimmage
Reptilian, King pinnin', y'all niggaz caught feelin's
[Break: Triggnomm (Itchy-Fingas) {Naisha}]
Yo yo (Yo yo yo, you feel that?)
{Come on what's the deal?}
[Chorus x2: Naisha (Triggnomm)]
It's kinda hard growin' up in these streets, you feel me?
(Son it's hard rockin' killas to sleep) I feel you
The twelve on the clock always symbolize you
So be ready when them hands should just swing by you
[Triggnomm]
Back in the days, Daddy-O, he told me numbers don't lie
What you gon' try, if I tell you bring me back seven-five?
No shake on the raw, no chips off the rock
Round the clock dough operate, low aggravate
Cream Team's to set things straight
Speakin' loud and clear, one point five a year, now we can go there
Make it official, bring in the missles then bring the pistols
Ain't satisfied 'til I hit you when I get you
Crystal, when the beef was hot, should've bit you
The ordeal, kill my taste buds and tranquil'
Murderholic, I can't call it, I might spoil it
Have your whole team in the court house, clean the toilets
Got convicted, the judge says I'm crime addicted
Rhyme explicit, supporters show signs and pickets
Makin' me a statistic? Hated it and got away with it
Livin' in this game of life, know how to play with it
So you could die young, or live to see your grandson
The greatest man alive was sacrificed for ransom
[Chorus x2]
[Itchy-Fingas]
Peep the mirage that I've spit when rhymes kick for the nine-ish
We bomb then we stomp like the chinks in Saigon
My two's sippin' on like Fairytalez with raw deal but it's all real
We rock from Steel Wheel to Park Hill to Oak Hill
Guard your grill, knuckle or what.. {*censored*}
Put four in ya man gut, he tryin' to shine like King Tut
Infiltratin' the operation'll cause devestation to the nation
I'm prepared for what I'm facin' before y'all's the Tang and
Shake game when I'm snatch that, wanna scrap? Where ya raps at?
Wanna bang? Where ya gats at? Hiatus, why hate us?
Heavyweighters, ghetto classics, iced out, fitted backwards
Grey caskets, since they all stress, one day you'll rest
Tomorrow never dies, we gon' start this off fresh.. this
[Chorus x2]
[All repeat to fade]
It's kinda hard, money, it's kinda hard
It's kinda hard, money, it's kinda hard
[Outro: Triggnomm (Naisha)]
It's kinda hard (gettin' money)
it's kinda hard, it's kinda hard
It's kinda hard growin up
Naisha, Triggnomm.. (it's kinda hard puttin' killas to sleep)
It's kinda hard.. that's how it is
(M.M.O, Deadly Venoms, K.G.B.) Triggnomm (A.T.L.)
It's kinda hard gettin' food to eat
[Chorus: Champ]
Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time
Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night
[Ill Knob]
Yo, shorty's ride the shaft, Knob-a-ra ain't for bluffin'
I ain't had enough of nothin', so what you buffin'
I stay drinkin', breath stinkin', fuck all that fantasy
Half is Alaze, the other half is Hennessey
You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you too
You got stash and pizzazz, baby, and I bet your flavor's raspberry
Let's take it back to the telly, so you can feel the raspberry jelly
As I rub it on your belly, exotica, erotica, who's a sapricotica?
Shottin' your, everything I want, is what you got in your
[Trigg'nomm]
If I tell you I don't love you, then you catch a fit
If I tell you I still love you, then you wanna get lick
Trigg'nomm, donna don, twelve twat like batons
Move smooth like the Fonz, stay focused
Life's ferocious, at times I feel hopeless
Through the power you judge, keep a black man nourished
Worth more than treasures, and all forms of pleasures
Drastic measures, wish you had that, stay clever
You here to legalize loyalty, whatever, man
I'm feelin' you, eye to eye, sizin' up the real in you
Reign bring pain, no gain if I ain't healin' you
Flame it on the ill in you, claim me when you stealin' you
It's your world, ma, it's the mentals I want
Wish you had that, I wanna head hunt, protect ya
[Champ]
Now ya'll can tell me, who's the mack of all on
The Champion, lay back to the mats and the front
This ill thug, like the flip shit wherever I be
For the Boogie Down Bronx to the Q.B.C.
To the red light, to the green light, to the 1, 2, 3
Like S.W.V., get you weak in the knees
I'm on a roll, out for the kill, make you jump like Dru Hill
Touch me, if you want, never, you locked up
You need a fist, get bruised, and black and blue'd the fuck up
You need to touch up, follow my team and get lead to blow the fuck up
Blow the fuck up, blow the fuck up
[Chorus: Champ]
Playas keep it movin', waste no time, waste no time
Keep it movin', baby, movin' all night
Playas keep it groovin', waste no time, groove it right
Keep it grovin', ladies, groove it all night
[Itchy Finga-Sha]
Shorty plump plump, with the biggie rump rump
Make the infer wanna hit me, huh, huh, huh
Exchange friction, conversation got her drawers up
You pussy fuck 'em, she was hold when he was knowin'
Uncomfortable dims, get my props up to the ceiling
Exchange combo's, and oh what a feeling
Too late you can't escape the wait, available for the weak or great
Collect some inner strength, next round, another four left
Status is me on defense, I guess that's just my sequence
Quick shift by, and four gas V.I.P.
Six feet to R.I.P., rollin' wit The Massive
The Massive, The Massive, The Massive, what, what
[J-Boo]
Who keeps it hot, who keeps it locked
Who blowin' spots, since the red bees blastin' through your block
Got you, pressure risin', body leakin'
My team is shitty, I got you stinkin', no time for blinkin'
Cash Rules, that's why I got fools to pack tools
Diamond jewels, or brown star quality shoes
I'm makin' moves on 'em, a platinum team gettin' ruled on 'em
Protect Ya Neck, Massive style, spit and drool on 'em
Drop a stool on 'em, what
[Naisha]
Once again up and bang this, nothin' changes
Feet or hands to the world, with my language
We be on a rapper famous, ill brothers givin' brain damage
Hittin' horror, be with slammin' harder than a hammer
Jump on rope, plus I slam you, with my boxing
I be rockin', pro girls stomp it
Always under siege, swingin' for a hip hopper
Then I bring 'em on topper, so you know my shit is proper
Hit you like that lah, have you open like an opera
All ya'll fake rappers after '98, I stop you
Drop you, darkness like Outer Limits
To defeat the devil, cause he wasn't on my level, lyrically
[Triggnomm]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Project unknown, patrol the death zone, pushin' cyclones
Platoon python, Tyson, dead right arm
Live wire ignite, amidst the crossfire
Fatigue attire, murder scene, Alien Flyers
We midtown, rubber grip pounds, have a sit down
Hate to spit rounds, have the pigs bring the bloodhounds
M.M.O., say it orderly wit authority
Triggnomm, Joe Mafia, Myalansky
[Myalansky]
Stalkin' cap, down low, not out at 20 seconds
Let the pounds blow, shit that go down for dough
Get jake on the boom horn, negotiatin' ten mill'
Hold the hostages late, helicopter surroundin' the place
Bring the cash in the suitcase, make sure he's unarmed
If he's not, he'll turn us out like Solomon Monk
[Joe Mafia]
Hold my spit blubonic, fresh head trauma
Dance wit Mafia, who want sagas in this Metropolis?
Who stoppin' me, two g, my team need God degree
Crossbow arson, thirty thirty's choppin' hot whips
Ride dirty, was all mosaic, it's poverty penny
We comin' through wit the heavyweight generators
That lace the ice gate, figure eighters
Ice Grillz pose the cheap thrill at the Ponderossa
So flame throw the toaster
[Myalansky]
Get suitcase money on you crash dummies
My comrades hungry, project cats who rock rags bummy
Son was stupid cuz he flashed where it ain't sunny
Crooks rock screw-face, snatch suitcase money
[Monk]
Yo, they featuring the Knights, thug niggas love the spotlight
We rock mics wit M.M.O., Wu-Syndicate raps is street tight
Wit heavy street slang, Compton niggas lust to gang bang
We ride or die the Cali way, fuck a D.K.
I rock the anchor wit banana clips, bitch niggas flip
When the gat's all in they shit, point blank range
They feel an impact, the deep impact
Intro:
Mermaid [MMO], Serf [Protect Ya Neck baby]
Pearl baby [unknown]
Chorus: Big Sha
Freeze, freeze before you get fucked
Scream you get bucked
I seen skin bleed, don't play Hercules, you stuck
You wan't war? With the Outlaws?
That's hard luck
We leave behind pain, broken bones and raw cuts
[Trigga]
Aiyo dunn, we gots to take pace
Intervene and shake jake
Escape like a terrorist, straight out Kuwait
Do the knowledge, stay in college but keep the nines polished
Cuz when they want carnage, we demolish
Preparations silence seekin for termination
Good fella with the double M, nine milla
Reign, pop a top like champagne
Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range
It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will
Amuse we toke twos and sip booze, tuck spliffs
Revealin the gift of the death wish
Now rulers, time hooters with the nine lugers
Bugs is Bunny, for the money, ain't nuthin funny
Hate to take a loss, yeah me and my Outlaws
Chorus
[Big Sha]
We engineers, executives prepare for warfare
Consecutive winds, fifty gun, fifty men
Handlin healthy, screamin for oxygen, he felt me
Enterin' the six feed while frank dimension
Hydrenaline was pumpin, yo his heartbeat was skippin
Paralize is weight liftin, how thirty eight slugs spittin
The final inning, raps free expodition
To ounce nobody on base, our lords is pinchin
Swingin left and right, combination hittin
Cruisin the strength by the minute, feelin fatigued and winded
Smell a foul scent and shit it
In that Superman suit he rented, can't believe he
still walkin lipped him
Snatch his top lip, pervent him from talkin strip him
Duct tape him, gag him
Can't tolerate the bitchin, drag him, behind the wall
Blow his whole face off with C4
Articulate moves is made, like a game of Spades I'm trump tight
You've and niggas die twice
Leave you bleedin from the side of your mouth
From tongue bites on the crime side
23rd and Serf side, carry gard and sent ya (Medallion Island)
Cuz times they take agenda
The same place, the same 38, on the same date, the 21st of November
Yeah yeah Freeze nigga freeze you aware to clear where where?
Chorus
[Pearl Handle]
Yo yo, aiyo Mp's and MR3's we drive steady
Rhyme ready at all time, gimme some Slot Time
It's my time, sippin cranberries from grape vines
Readin the headlines, between lines we plug time
Won't let the don shine, and in the front line, the bank's mine
Commitin the crime, crushin ya inzime
So freeze, if you movin the Breeze with 9 Millamees
That's straight cheese, I make y'all cats bleed
My rap speed is rapid, be slapped with bullets and spare clips
Sparrin shit, peep the membership, my ray ridiculous
Supreme rap to the Metropolis
It ain't no stoppin us
[Naisha]
We toke glasses, filled with Nebazelli bust magnums
Thug fashion under the Cayman Islands
Sit with dime chicks that eat salad, secret ambission
The crack porcerline, murder courses reinforments
Visualize the naucious, rap status, the shine like the sun fragment
My guns blazin, clean cut mixed with Asian
Caribbean sands, Devilish scam, the only prophet, him and his man
Sit her and watchin, it's game plan straight outta my hand
Naisha like opian, the best seller out in Japan, what
"4... 3... 2... 1..." [repeated throughout song]
[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
Yo, yeah, love New York
Love New York, yo, yo
[Itchy-Fingas]
I sit pretty in the city of lights, cameras and action
Highway car chases, rappers beatin' body cases
I ask no questions, so don't give me no answers
N.Y.C., home of the Yankees and Giants
Rappers alliance, capitol of drugs and violence
Biggest projects in the world, it's Queensbridge and the Hook
Federal crooks that took, crazy money this year
White collar the crime, and I ain't get a company dime
I hustle and grind, until I get what's rightfully mine
[Chorus: Triggnomm]
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y...
[Triggnomm]
It's money and muscle, my M1's and my duns
All strapped for gunplay, I pops in Kay Slay
To we New York from the talk down to the walk
Down to layin' down, white gowns and chalk
What ya'll thought? Coney Island niggas don't get out?
Pearl Handle flip out, spit a half a clip out
Where ya'll been? Ya'll never seen, thugs this clean
Spit sixteen's, still flippin' morphine
And who says we can't live a life of Spalding
Cop a Wallgreen, and make all green clean
[Chorus: Triggnomm]
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, I flip a pie from Bed-stuy to C.I.
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, on the B.Q.E., from B.K. to Q.B.
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, reppin' the B.X., while puffin' 'dro in Y-O
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, be with Red and La, on the low in L.I.
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, and money makin' Manhattan, straight gun clappin'
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, with the Clan, wildin', representin' Shaolin
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there
E-Y-E, L-O-V-E, N-Y, we take it there, we take it anywhere, go there
[Bam Bam]
Word is bond, yo, what's up with ya'll dudes?
I treat ya'll like roaches and clap ya'll fools
One by one, I'll impress ya'll dudes
Big water bug thugs, I eat ya'll food
What, who want it with the bad men? The act up man
Got big things to back up, man
Ya'll never listen 'til I have to clap up man
Strap up man, load 'em up and pack up man
Now you want war? You don't want nothin'
Cause on the streets, my peeps keep the heat
And leave all beef well done
You act brolic, but you frail, son
You better bail, son, mess around, make this hammer leave you nail, son
I be the Bam Bam, Bronx style bad man
Bald head black man, ready for the action
Meet if you want, I pump holes in ya'll
I love N.Y. 'til the day it's over, ya'll
[Intro: M.M.O.]
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle [x4]
[Trigg'nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle where the roller coasters wild
At the youth, be causin' shoots disputes for loot
The paper chase til you catch a major case
Youse a major player now, make the plays you baste
On Criminal Isle, let me keep your banger close
Be quick to pop toast or learn from bone birds
To catch wombs and head trauma, dear mama
You hear from a thug child on Criminal Isle
It's the train rob, for sure, bodies washed ashore
Shells of all fours, on elevator floors
Peelin' all the doors, surveillance in the ceilings
Cameras record, it's all saw, the war whores
On Criminal Isle, jake can't find the tape
It's outlined and taped, every week is a waste
For Pete's sake, my piece is treatin' your fate
Eat to your face, best to stay in a child's place
On Criminal Isle...
[Chorus x2: Trigg'nomm]
It's Criminal Isle, juveniles and fish outed
Henny and Jay, nah, we don't pop Crystal
Broadcastin' live, from out to C.I.
Watch and you divide, when it's live and let die
[Trigg'nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it's fish out and generals
Front of Ocean Towers, usual profiles
Had a nine to five, for bout five to nine days
Came to the conclusion, you craze, crime pays
And buries it's way, ain't seen dough for days
Be ferocious, rage, when your toaster spray
On Criminal Isle, see, I survive and let die
Cop now to N.Y., spittin' eye for an eye
Leave to death, loyalty, heat and the best
You know the rest, more or less, hustle and stress
Poverty and paper, on the low, schemin' papers
A career crime, just to see a, mere dime
On my spare time, polish my nine, despite shine
On Criminal Isle, so gritty in Kiddy Land, as a child
Meanwhile, severe wounds and penile's
Hard knocks, and a hard rock on every hard block
Your hardest drop, eyeball witness the shots
On Criminal Isle, it's scheme is a kingpin
And beef houses gettin' head shots from silk trousers
Can't be the lies, pay dues or be penalized
Wit wise guys that live a pie
On Criminal Isle, the shiest spies to stay alive
Hands be I, hold not to be my dick jocker
Hands C.I., life of a monster, ya'll
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: Trigg'nomm]
It's Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle
[Trigg'nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it's Carry Gardens and Ocean Towers
Search Side and Z Park, see heat spark
Turtles see in the park, battlin' guinea 'gain
On the back spin, and it's speaker be a mack 10
On Criminal Isle, it's two double o seven
The white buildings, see your houses and graves in
Stay blazin', one way out, one way in
B.D.F.N., last stop, to Brooklyn
See Criminal Isle, and on fire, coconuts and mermaids
Rubber POWs, get sprayed, on Criminal Isle
We tough it, two thugs, buck it out
Time for herb, take me to the suburbs
Where a bounce never heard, and that's my word
Them cats is buck wild, way out in Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, I 'member money and murder
And other amused, Mr. Coney Island, never heard of Criminal Isle
[Intro: Naisha (Triggnomm)]
Yo this shit's recording kid
So drop some jazz shit (drop some shit)
Drop some jazzy shit, (put the blunts down)
Drop some jazzy shit, (son set it off, set it off)
[Naisha]
The State of Naisha, mug like Tai Yung
Piss fruit wine, travel like fruit flies
Through blue skies, America, San Pucci can take
Cushion, I owe extinction, and play bronze
Wit violins, we deep like talons
It's Costello, the classic M.J. smoke weed says
Live like the life on ya R.C.A.
The odyssey, blood and poetry, the shako wit pottery
A mockery, to slay me a Mussolini wit Kennedy
Muscle me, Emilio Savage team
Goodfellas is obscene, my off the can is fuck up the scene
Bonjour Madame, sushi, you bleed burgundy
Oh sanata, doing a bada, Benjamin on Pearl Harbor
Uh, you feeling it, spoke the smooth words of Shawn Carter
My day will hood ya rob saga, the city in red
Seen the crew, dealt the income, seven P.M.
Bermuda tennis, remember in the A.M.
Shit like stankon, or bredren, we spread like tiger bomb
Twisted and feel it on, black espionage
Bump Nas, crack the Naisha, all in favor
[Chorus x2: Triggnomm]
It's a jazzy rhyme from the J to the Z
Wit a classic shine like a '98 M3
Smooth as Badu, slow mo' from Malibu
To Honolulu, The Massive, we comin' through
[Triggnomm]
Peep the latest, medallions players
My scene is a drop top black Beem, interior mint green
Plus loaded, pass Naish' the dice, bet he roll it
4-5-6, stock bank, now we holdin'
Niggas is cucci, we absolutely get the lucci
Son, I love money, like Ricky love Lucy
In fact, I know this cat in Colorado named Ricardo
Pushin' milato's, money and murder was his motto
He read the Bible, that's only cuz he live the trifle
New his days were numbered the surface of disciple
Meanwhile, he stay browsin' for housin'
Cuz black cats just can't play these maps wit thousands
Ice jewels, cuz cash rule, keep a two
True hard knock, take that ass straight to school, son
I got a feeling we gon' rise this far
Word bonds, scratchin' my palm, eatin' shrimp parmegan
True Don Juan, wit the iced out clusters on
You gots to hustle, then son, get ya hustle on
You gots to gamble, then son, get ya gamble on
Big Trigga, best believe, I'm gon' handle long
