I wait around for the "Still small center"
From saint to sinner
Well which one is it?
Just who do you think you are?
(Just who do you think you are?)
Well who did you call to get this?
Well is it who I think it is?
I swear to god I'm gonna kill him.
You always knew it was on purpose
Yeah what's the point if it don't serve it's purpose
"Splintered but focused" you're as good as gold
You're built from distractions so brilliantly dull
I had a better friend in my worst of plans
Than I ever had in either one of you.
Well I never made a scene
(Well they came to me)
Well I never made a scene
Well they came to me
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I always hoped to avoid the issues
Got me alone so I couldn't address you
Home is where you make it, Love,
Don't get yourself confused
Besides what's it to you?
I traded my conscience for your
For your confidence
Attacked my lungs with lies to pass the time
Made states move like regular days
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I never made a scene
Well they came to me
I never made a scene
Well they came to me
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
Well I never made a scene
I didn't have to I didn't have to
featuring Buckshot and Kasino
We don't fuck wit no devils
Word up
Word up yo
Muthafuckers gettin' hurt up yo
Straight murder yo
Bushot da beady eyed MC
In da back of me is the black ruby
Listen to dis
Don't get caught up in da mist nigga
Watch this nigga
[Buckshot]
What da fuck yall niggas tryna say to me
Step this way, B
And get smacked blaintly
Lately
Mad niggas hate
But I don't give a fuck
Tatoos on my stomach
Plus on my nuts
You get two in ya gut
Straight through da backbone
Sen ya back home
While you be in da crack home
Wit da fake gat phone
Lookin' you all alone
Let me give you a tip
Keep a firm grip
On da heat
You on't want white sheets
Decorating da streets
Shit ain't sweet
Muthafucker suppose to eat
So pass da plate
Cause I'm gonna dump some food on yall niggas
At a fast rate
Fuck tryna wait
I heard them all talk da talk
But they never walk da walk
Niggas hesitate now
Yall niggas said I don't speak loud
But how
Buckshot voice move da crowd
Split you like a white owl
Plow right through yall
In a day
Niggas don't know what to say
I'm a pay lil' niggas
So they throw it my way
But by the end of the day
Bitches buy weight
Only give those hoes boosted clothes
Fuck pretty bitches
I learned not to love those
Buckshot da beady eyed
I ain't aposed
Nigga what
My jewels got yall niggas froze
Chorus
Throw it up
Nigga throw it up
Buck da beady eyed
Put two in ya gut
Nigga throw it up
Representing B-C-C
Da beady eyed MC
Nigga what
What, what, what, what
K-A-S
What, what, what
I-N-O
What, what, what
K-A-S
[Kasino]
You can't knock my hustle
We can ball
If it's contact sport
I touch yall
Think small when the contracts bought
I crush yall
Had to crawl before I walk
Now I'm learning to bust now
When da price of coke sky rise
Your team shut down
While da real players play
Yall niggas just play around
I figure know
Which one of these cowards
A spray aroud
Do you really bust your gun
Or like da way it sound
You decide know
Sweater I lay it down
When da beef comes
We squeeze metal
Yall niggas play da ground
I feel like I'm in da circus
Fuckin' wit clowns
Never take me serious
Till I start strippin' them down
Got his pants by his ankles
Bet he's listening know
No one ever fucks me
Less I'm lifting a gown
I need these funds
Trust me yall gonna need these guns
Life's a bitch
And I'm a fuck somethin'
See if she cums
Kasino
K-A-S-I-N-O
Quietly
You gonna say my name
Try it right
[Buckshot]
Throw da bomb at yall
Me I throw it back
I'm off da meatrack
When I'm writing exact
And I smack all you silly niggas
For really niggas
On my last nerve
Should of stop when I gave doop
My word
I heard
Niggas don't pay me no mind
I'm a shackle that your whole line
Crush your body frame
Get blasted out
Perfect python to blow your chest out
Nigga no doubt
Kinda brolic is in me
I'm just da walking manifestation
Of what you wanna be
Don't front on me
Start da onslught
Muthafucker what you thought
My niggas do it for sport
Blow up ya court
Fuck a fort
We fornafide
Stay high wit da purify
Blurry eyed
Beady eyed
Going through wit da mist of da wind
Niggas can't fuck wit dis
Whenever I begin
Blow yall niggas up
Be at da show
Fo-four yall niggas up
Chorus
featuring Guru
Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)
Late night you hear the gun spark, it's dumb dark
Fight for life, in the ghetto, gave me a numb heart
The one part, that y'all bitches missed
is how a hardcore thug could switch up and slit his wrists
The other kid across town, bucked his own self down
Stress'll make a nigga a mess, so I don't play around
Like Big Shug said, you _Fuck Around_ you _Lay Around_
Catch a _Moment of Truth_ like slugs from a four pound
Headz know, aiyyo I blaze tracks strictly
State facts officially, mad dimes wanna get with me
Let me mention, me and Premier, livin legends
Blessin every mic I touch, relievin tension (for real)
just like shiatsu massage
Put your career on freeze, +No Guarantees+ like Chico DeBarge
So you should move with apprehension or get fenced in
Surround by a +Union+ of thugs, ready to put dents in
your body, lace you from head to toe
I give the right signal, niggaz be ready to throw
So knock that shit off, stop playin games, I run the game
I maintain while other lame-ass cats fucked up in game
On the wall of shame, endin up as a no-name
While I'm reppin in the motherfuckin hall of game
Still I'm knowin exactly when suckers wanna get at me
Thinkin they can attack me, I shut down the head of the faculty
The others could get smothered, word to mother
Aiyyo it's Bald Head Slick, about to flip so take cover
Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)
Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)
featuring K. Born, Ras Kass
Intro:
Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.
Blew the video. Ras Kass
Organized rhymes, nigga
Listen
Verse 1: Ras Kass
I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core
Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat.
If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy
Groupies get the bozack
Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack
Shit lowjack and you know that
I ain't never bout wit down nigga
Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama
Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas
You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies
MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)
Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paid
Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers
for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's
Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew
Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass
and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer
Some say my attitude is fucked up and real crummy
since I come from the state where it's always sunny
Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:
No child, I work hoes for the money
Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:
So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many strive.
So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many try.
Verse 2: K. Born
How you do that there ?
Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please
Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis
I got my front and my back, like prevysesis
So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated
I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated
My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends
And I'm still on critically,
the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically
So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true)
I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company
Once before the icore. Switch my soft war
Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast
Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees
Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)
You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution
Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston
You feel me ? I do shit
Pussy
Chorus repeated once
featuring Militia
Yeah, Militia All-Star
??, first up
Me? I'm Mr. Tan
Rippin' the Sounds, Organized Rhymes
Check it out
[Mr. Tan]
I make this scene here clear, I make this whole spot dissapear
You bustaz better recognize, I Quantum Leap, then reappear
Now fuck last year, cause this year, I'm Jones-in like Eddie
for the nation unknowin, it's on, you cowards ain't ready
for the terror, I run with tru soldiers and drug smugglers
that'll have you terrified, how we ride my nocca, fu'realla
Let's keep this shit classified and clarify the situation
Cause most these fools fakin, I'm takin niggaz down for hatin
See it's total concentration, I'm breakin the rules ??
And I bet the next time they recognize a real rap star
Switchin luxury cars, still just spinnin corners
Organizin Rhymes, and get in where I fit in, potnah hold up
You better show up, witcha gun out your holster
I roast you and your whole crew, I'm Mr. Tan and I done told you
we keep rippin, rippin the sounds
Organized Rhymes, straight puttin it down
We keep rippin, rippin the sounds
Organized Rhymes, straight puttin it down
[Ms. Toi]
Yeah..
Are we in sequence now? C'mon, let me show you how
raw uncut Militia men really get down with that
precious jewel precise, Ms. Toi, cut close
for, perfect piece of ice, sparklin with gleam
Glistenin lookin mean, you try to come test I
make sure I strike you with the West
who's actually one of the best rippin this coast
My mommalicious styles keep hittin em low, rippin my shows
while I, straight get it get it, I warned you
in the beginnin-ginnin, now we straight winnin winnin
And our records be spinnin, worldwide
Where you gon' hide? I rhymes, feelin good tonight
I blows minds for the most times, I shall climb
with these Organized Rhymes
And I'm rippin to make history this time
but I'm still hard to find, and I'm steady waxin to shine
(wax on.. wax off)
Chorus: Militia
Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound
with the Militia, and we straight puttin it down
Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound
with the Militia, and we straight puttin it down
Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound
with the Militia, and we straight puttin it down
Organized Rhymes keep rippin the sound
with the Militia.. with the Militia..
[?]
Clear to circumfrence, seven CC's for heart pumpin
Lyrically dumpin, MC's ain't sayin nothin
They frontin, soft as a panda, propoganda
Bullshittin they buntin, I'm home run hittin
They fouled, fools is out of the game
Magnified picture, blown out of the frame
360 is 9 baby, equal to verb
Close the first two, proceed, open the third
Hutton, E.F., when illuminati speak
Infrared peep and seek your body heat
like Eraser, spark the spliff and uplift
Yeah shift, steady movin swift with the four-fifth
While all you actors get run over by tractors
The common factor, will use math to subtract you
Minus, my rhyme flows they be timeless
You're spineless, tell your boy to rewind this
Wherever I go, MC's catch heart attacks
Trails are found with fossils and artifacts
A variety of herbal, a garden like Eden
Get your first aid kit, my nia, you bleedin, WHAAAT?
featuring AZ, Halfamil, Animal
*imitating "Scarface"*
"Hey hey, we about to take shit over, right Tony? (yeah)
You hear me? I'm talkin big money, big money (uh-huh, Quiet Money y'all)
We gonna take this over, let's slurp this spaghetti (where the crew at)
Hey hey (where y'all at)"
Chorus [AZ] 2x
Blood money, thug money, drug money
Slug money, run wit me or run from me
Gun money, sixteen in one money
>From the streets, these raps and beats become money
[Halfamil]
Bitches say I'm spoiled
I ain't tryin to ball, got no time at all
Push the Hummer, spend a G on Amaral
>From Tennesse to Harlem World dunn-dunn
I'm tryin to cop a planet so I could start a world wit thugs
They write books on how we used to roam the streets bug
Holdin chrome and eat blood
You'll find a chromosome on each slug
(Slow down dunn, you're killin em)
Fuck that, tell them niggas keep up
Matta fact, I'ma speed up
We came a long way from free lunch
Stashin mack's in the tree trunks
Crashin Ac's and hazardous acts, ghetto bastard
Pos-ses a mack, alligator hats
Cheese E-A, swallowed jewels
Me and A, molecules like DNA
I'ma cruise to the island, we'll be ?eyein' lay?
Quiet Money, finest way, meet me on a Bahama Bay
White sand, my dunn shine like Ice Man
In a hovercraft, poppin bubbly in the bubblebath
Bitches blowin, ?subject? they ass, thugs'll cash
Quiet Money, run for your gats (what)
Chorus 1x *substitute "gun money" w/ "dunn money"*
[AZ]
Some got a lot of jail, fresh just comin outta they shells
Spark a L, let me school y'all how to properly swell
Lay it back, but seein these fool and spray they gat
Rock a vest, flip cuz he stressed, I ain't amazed wit that
Advancements, stay play the game, just enhanced it
Obey a nigga T-P-A, view my transcript
How rich can I be, speak highly of niggas beatin bodies
Never try me, trey-pound cop beside me
Rockin Wallees, my whole dab watch them wisely
Pops surprise me, raised me high off the Isley's
Mercilfulless, circle the six, David Berkowitz
Let the clip spit then murk in the mist
Gun in my fist, nearly popped one in my bitch
Check this, on some Donald Goines death wish shit
Necklace thick, never disrespect this click
Had a Lexus early '96, switched the shit
Peep the Q whip, know how these streets do men
Three to nine, ?assist the gate or do rhyme?
He got two in, from rich to ruin
Some cats'll snitch they crew in
Fresh money got the smell of perfume, we tryin to move in
Chorus 2x
[Animal]
It's the Animal, you recognize the voice, who this is
Cotton in the mouth, duct tape around the kids
Fuck Versace, livin the life of Liberace
Shorties try to copy, be pumpin bombs in the building lobby
Bad turns, spread the beef like germs
Motherfuckers never learn till you crawlin wit worms
When it's time to kick ass, I got the steel-toe boot out
Break the loot out, I bring grenades to a shoot out
Plus your ones up, you should never put your guns up
Shit, niggas waitin in the cut for you to fuck up
Press your luck up, you fuck around and get stuck up
I trick a hundred, drinkin biz and gettin blunted
I'm just like AIDS kid, don't none of y'all cats want it
If so, I'm stealin on you like a thief
Like a vegetarian, you don't want no beef
Go against all odds, fuck the baddest broads
Run a hundred yards, I'm even down wit the Beast Gods
Shit is real in the field guard your grill
Like Steven Segal, me and dogs Hard To Kill
You ain't never seen niggas more cold-blooded
The jewels flooded, let's get the ones we could cut it
Shit I say split it, if shorty wanna fuck then I be wit it
She don't suck dick, then forget it
So I'ma grant you to make a wish like a genie
Niggas disappearin off the ave like Houdini
Y'all niggas fools, y'all play the game by the rules
We pack tools, stickin niggas for the jewels
Uh, what
Chorus 2x
[AZ]
Uh, what what AZ now
Uh, Quiet Money y'all
Uh, what yo yo
featuring Da 5 Footaz
We organizin (mm-hmm) uhh
Yeah strategizin (mm-hmm)
UHH, c'mon
Five o'clock in the mornin? Where y'all gon' be
Where ya gon' be (hahahah)
In the studio (bustin the style) with Da 5 Footaz
And me, Neb Lo (Neb Lo)
Hit ya like this y'all, whattup Nino?
From A-T-L to L.A. we put it down
[Neb Lo]
Electrify like Edison, in demand like medicine
I'm good for ya, represent the hood for ya
Acrobatic, flip on ya, burst sporadic
Over the track, yea yea, I'ma let you have it
Over here, the view is crystal clear
Swimmin like some ??, quick to hit you from the rear
with pure energy, Neb, A-D-S and K. Born
form a trinity, like a hot shack, heatwave
Blaze misbehave like I ain't got shit
I'm goin all out baby when I drop shit
?? chipper, but who ain't? All in the paint
I'm actin wild and my profile stop this ya can't
I'm Def you SoSo playin mafioso
I bring it live in the flesh move your torso
For the Henny sipper, what we do? Leave them bitches bent up
Cause they jealous, yeah we catchin all the fellas
From sun-up, to sundown I'm in hot pursuit
I keep, Organizin Rhymes so gimme the loot
Ahhh, Neb Love style baby
That's how we do it y'all, that's how we do it baby
[K. Born]
I'm K. Born no amateur, yes I'm a vet
You probably ain't heard of me yet cause we ain't met
but I'll bet, when I test the fire I signify
Leave fools crucified, just say my line, yeah
Jesus, lay your hands on me
Never let me fall into the hands of the enemy
Don't release me please, hear what I say
Send your angels at the right time and let me slip away
from these demons, keepin me from slippin
But I ain't tweakin, cause I'ma keep on sneakin and defeatin
Get back when I attack, with a supreme weapon
Your competition can't compete, so get to steppin
I'm representin to the endin in this rap session
so may God be with you until we meet again
I lift my hands to the sky and he rain blessings
confessions, ye yeah, ye yeah yeah yeah
Can I, can I, get a witness? Yeah
Neb Lo, Nino, ADS, K. Born
better known as Kim Savage
Yeah, West Coast
West Coast, bay-bee!
You better pray now, bay..-bay!
featuring O.C. & U-Nast
[O.C.] The fuck is up?
[Nast] Yeah nigga
[O.C.] Gotta let these niggaz know, knahmsayin?
[Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah?
[O.C.] Word up.. niggaz comin with that penny ante shit
? Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones
[Nast] Nickel and dime ass niggaz, word up
[O.C.]
Yeah, yo
I'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawk
And the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you cough
Where the glocks go to war tryin to lay down laws
Resortin to any means, leavin you never no more
Ass-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin)
Dice roll, ass bets, arguments (gas spittin)
Opposite sex admire when you cruise right by her
in the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex)
Cats on the benches like army niggaz in the trenches
Concentration camp like barbed wire fences
Hittin the jukes, crooks with hard looks
Ice cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shook
Fuck all the bullshit, niggaz gotta keep a full clip
From Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick
[U-Nast]
Y'all know my gat stay sick
Nasty cough with a spit
Whatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and ripped
They'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitched
After that, get on the phone and drop a line to your bitch
Word is he sick? Tell her what we did to your click
Hand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clip
You get your ass smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no joke
And I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke
[O.C.]
Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprentice
Young guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig it
Brook-? will forever drop bombs
Connec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ion
Organized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tion
Phenomen' O.C. is on, what?
Fuckin with us is like truly poor judgement
U-Nast spit it that he be about the thug shit
Price to pay send you on your merry way
Brooklyn run shit nigga, have a nice day
featuring Big L, McGruff, I Born, C.L. Smooth
[Big L]
Check it out now
Big L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh)
One love to my big brother Big Lee
Holdin it down from the inside right now (come one)
When you come home it's on (watch this)
Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit
Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do)
Uh, danger zone shit, check it out
I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I be droppin like early August, late July
Wit tracks that'll make you cry, hate you die
Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'
You mad cuz I knocked yo' hoe
While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo (what)
Or wit my nigga Gruff
These faggot niggas ain't as rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up
Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold
And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
And spark this herb, to homicide chomp the curb, ya heard?
I never hesitate to bump my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from
[McGruff]
The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups
Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs
Some get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw)
So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don't stop
Rise to the top, nigga stop despisin my pops
Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block
Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts
Keep a stash box, ride wit them glocks
Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops
(What) I'm Gruff and I'ma die for my props
Die by the gun, thou shall come but for now have fun
Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue
Violence is young, wild as they come
Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what
Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash
And take it, make they ass get naked
It's a stickup (get on the floor),y'all niggas crash the pavement
Pass yo' chains, pass yo' Rollies, pass yo' bracelets
Or feel them hollow laced tips nigga
I spray clips at the punks that be runnin they lips
Not ?cunnin? they bitch, gunnin them
Squeeze off, don't miss none of them
Shoot po-po right in front on them
Double-M, goddamn niggas shouldn't have fucked wit him
Y'all niggas sufferin, I'm thug hustlin
Rushin in, in coke spots, cold bustin in
Yeah it's us again, stuck you before
Tied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the raw
Nigga what, yeah Harlem World, Big L, Herb McGruff
Nigga holdin it down, 9-8 shit, fuck that, word up
[I Born]
Aiyyo holy war, chrome four-four
Twelve shots call, I came deep
One-hundred-one wolves at your front door
Mouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hip
Cock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clip
Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bid
Four-five, got hit wit two more, then the god slid
Why try, watched men die, let the slugs fly
Stay high, I'm from the streets Murderville, NY
I told y'all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontin
I want it all, in nine-bill I'm sayin something
MC's petro, me lose hell no, you're wet no
My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo
Me and D-O, on the lee-low, lay low
Call Grago, Boriquas call em Flaco
The latest Timb's, I got those
Burn that ass like tobassco, you know my name
Hot hell, Fidel Castro, ask no
Questions, fuck you and your weapon
You're pussy, your gun ain't went off since '87
My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your direction
Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected
Well connected, from the slums where life's hectic
Niggas starvin, need paper, jackal's is desparate
Aiyyo movin like Israeli, sippin Henny in Bentley's
Got a deal now, I'm signed what the fuck can you tell me
What, Murderville, all square beware
Hot-hell nigga tortured
[C.L. Smooth]
Ha, listen closely, to how C.L.'s focus be
Who wrote me, a diamond-gold ball rosary
Had supposedly, tarnished his name and status
Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress
Imagine this, in my technique's
This swervin authentic version M.D. Mount. to Vernon
Touchin anybody like that lime in Bacardi
To whippin all the watercrafts down in Yardie
Half-steppin, hardly make it son, perfectly clear
My yacht master pay your rent for the year
The buck stops here, ain't a damn thing funny
Barbershop niggas always bad-mouthin money
Or maybe, I'm the whole key to you shtick
Hearin cats talk about me like a chick
They gotta be sick, ad-libbing we singin
Went from day one over there we bring it
Or scrap like hockey, cock-ing, blow it ?a-key?
The poss-e, car shows under the marquee
Dressed up, caked out, and vest up
Better rest up, pop bottles till I'm messed up
Paper chase, play clubs like a vacation
On occasion, politicin my situation
Every broad care, what he drive, what he wear
Wit a bonier whisperin the shit in my ear
Yeah, the bombshell, trapped in the Caramel
Get the parcel, iced down the cartel
Knowin C.L.,do know you mack slow
Bitches act though, bigger niggas call me Fatso
Heavy-weight, regulate the tri-state
My team can't wait, for the date to navigate
Let me demonstrate, through time my man handsome
To keep all the pretty girls dancin, HA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I go around the world wit this yaknowim sayin?
featuring Jayo Felony
Who we got out there tonight?
It's your nogga from California Lakeview, A-1
Whattup A-1, how you?
I'm aight
What can we get you tonight?
I need some of that ruff thang
That Jayo with a Felony, you heard?
Aight
[Jayo Felony]
Uhh.. lyrics, lyrics, lyrics
Uh-huh uh-huh BEOTCH, uh-huh uh-huh
Y'all niggaz wanna know how I do it?
Come along
Check it out
Punk motherfucker I'ma KEEP comin ruff
Guilty or not, give him the 'lectric chair
Nothin scarIER, I cut your throat and bury ya
Ain't nobody fuckin with the, grenade launcher carrier
I told y'all punks don't belong to anyone
Bust a verse and spit the shit, back nigga get back
How do I lace this track like brand new Air Jordans?
That shit is important, I put my FOOT up in this shit
and leave you stiff as Dominican, uhh
Rent again, they ain't paid again
Ain't nobody gon' fuck wit me, cause I'ma rip shit now AND again
AND again, AND again, motherfucker all the way to the world end
These niggaz gon' recognize this fo' times ten
Quotin cruicial with it, don't I seduce you with it?
Take my shoe and put your foot in it BITCH, you can't fit it
ADMIT IT, FORGET IT, y'all gon' have to quit it
Got attempts ommitted, BITCH
YEAH! Jayo Felony
a.k.a. Peer Pressure, what y'all wan' do?
Y'all can't see this shit
Fuck the dumb
Uh-huh!
Yeah
Spit a little somethin like this
UHHH
In these streets daily cold-hearted and considered retarded
from the way that I reacted, from the shit you started
Y'all don't wanna bump heads with these MC's I freeze with ease
Couldn't defrost need help get Red Cross
Get fucked up and dragged off, body-bagged off
Hauled off from the barrel of my fuckin sawed off
Tempted to rip shit and say fuck a bitch that get chips
Lookin for blunt roaches that got dipped
You don't believe me? Wanna see me?
Yeah
This is my last rhyme
Now it's back to study time
To be continued
featuring L.S.
* first twenty seconds is talking by crew *
[L.S.]
I gotta question (I gotta question)
I gotta question (I gotta question)
I'm pushin about five fifty-five on the mic, how much you benchin?
I'm givin all y'all yahoo niggaz some new shit to jig to
I had to slit you small like that crack in the wall you slid through
And there ain't no callin draw
Whether you my man, or some shorty comin with the raw
I fuck around, and get lost in the portal
Quantum combat, oh I forget, you only mortals
Comin with that normal kid I wrap you up in coil
Hit you up and watch your body burn when it bubble
I'll rip your lampshades, as I rant and rave
I'm raw, plus I got more plants to blaze
It's a fact that fiends, come back to Lean
with vials, long as that aisle in back of Queens
Plus I pack macs with beams
I'm type fear, I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam, crazy buzz
I slid with ?, plus severe for you baby luv
I play the role til I'm gray and old (c'mon y'all)
HEYYY HOOOOO, witcha pops on the payroll
No doubt, I'm cold out withcha ??
South to border, I come lay em out for ya
For these liquid assets
This thick-lipped bastard stay, dipped in plastic
Outlaw (outlaw)
Representin, 1998
Pac, peace my nigga
Nino, peace my nigga
Aight?
It's all good we move on
Check we out we move on
Rock like this we move on
I'm far from a busta!
Rock like this we move on
Rock like this we move on
Rock like this we move.. it's just a freestyle!
featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1
(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
[Sticky Fingaz]
I'm from New York nigga, the murder capital
Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
I'm a sinner, I hope God forgive me
At the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live me
All my niggas is hardcore criminals
All I got left is my word and my genitals
I'm on some thug shit till I get cremated
Me and Larry Davis probably related
I hate the judge and can't stand the cops
Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
You wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smoked
I'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!
I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!
I'll make Ted Bundy look like the pope
I show no love cuz I ain't got no feelings
You know the routine, reach for the ceiling
And if not for you, do it for your child's sake, nigga
I'll get you murdered then come to your wake
I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
Niggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verse
Holdin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bid
I'd rather die, put that on my unborn kid
There's two ways out the game, death or jail
If there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?
Chorus
There's two ways out the game, death or jail
If there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)
[X-1]
X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck
Out your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you out
Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit
Most y'all cats is wack and need practice
Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
It's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than this
Squeezin hard for the chips
More bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of it
Every car hidden got a gun in it, I'm tryin to get mine
Get out and run wit it, kid extort your block
Unorthodox, this is all off the top
X-1'll throw you off the docks
And I done laid the best to rest over this music
Half y'all niggas is S-O-S WHAT
Stuck On Stupid
Chorus
[Blaze]
Slugs I send express, take it to your face and chest
Digest gun smoke, don't provoke finger in trigger
Been love sick, gat throw like ugly
Mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit
One of you bugs better maintain
I claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane
Never miss when I cock the four-fifth
Stain your garments, hit any target
>From New York to Cali, I leave you fucked up in a back alley
Swell you up and bury your heart
Shells won't stop fallin, once they start blocks spark
It's trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble
Hell cuddles my life line in this trife time
Bust shots, live nines
Drive mines crazy like V-J Day
Live life the PJ way, it's D-Day
When A & A sprays
Travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin
Blaze slays rivals when battlin
Chorus
featuring King T
Ha hah
No deezee, heh
When they need work, they call the cali drug expert
Smashin in a six hundred dollar ?bill burnt?
lookin flossy, livin costly, and off the edge
Out of state, they gots to break bread fo' sho'
I needs mo', ice drops for the Lex-o
Baguette sets glow when I'm stippin the Mo'
Freelancin, tryin to build a mansion and stay faded
Have hoes walk around my crib buttnaked
The gravy train, chronic got me losin my brain
but soothin my pain, I'm true to the game
I got my mind made, I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up, so my grandkids don't suffer
The fat Hummer, the fat drummer what's your choice
Tryin to find a sister with a voice, make her moist
My thirst runs deeps as Lake Tahoe
in the black Tahoe
911 codes all over the Bravo
Ain't nuttin but tabledancers and strip models, they bring bottles
but trip, niggaz at parties grabbin they best friend
Tryin to dodge, from the Aftermath entourage
No camouflage, fine linen, fine women
Busters get slugs in em
I twist my spliffs with the green, I make a sick scene
scream through some six by nines and fifteens
Tighten my rhymes like bitch jeans
Mix my dimes with ginseng, controllin this thing
Rock on, get your ride on when you hear it
The forbidden gangland lyrics
Playa haters fear it, get you right up close near it
Posessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Dr. Dre set the limit, and niggaz won't cross this line
it's suicide, and niggaz won't cross this line
In your mouth, puffin with my niggaz down South
What the fuck it's really all about me
I'm comin out, front and back, ninety-eight Brougham
All you fake G's stay home
Leave the shit alone, King T's back on the throne
and my niggaz on the mic straight gone, CRAZAY
Y'all niggaz wanna know the real deal?
I freestyle and smack you in your grill
Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
The Aftermath'll put you in the mix, beyotch!
Hah, Organized Rhyme in effect
Peace to my nigga Nino
featuring Twista, Ms. Toi
[Twista]
Yo check it out
It's the Twista in the house
Representin K-Town, Westside of Chi
No lie
You know how we do it, Mobstability style
Adrenaline rushin, suckers facin the repercussion
I'ma set it off like this though, check it out
You just a bitch in disguise
I hear cries, cause you can't whistle for your guys
Surprised when you saw these pistols in yo' eyes
Show no fear like mere mortals
cause I shoot bloody portals, through motherfuckers orals
Niggaz dyin, causin horrifyin pictorals
My passion for blastin made me an assassin
on all other meat shift workers
who's purpose is to serve ?? til they clientele hurtin
Murders got em nervous, I pull my weed and gun out
Blast until they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth
Yo Mob blast, I'ma defeat you, run 3-2-1 Contact
Cognac, get me shot with a black gat itchin to bomb back
Hoes can't get no sleep when I sent yo' chief
for the greenbacks you bring us
Shots hit his vest as he grabbed his chest
as I watch him bleed through his fingers, now come one come all
but if all come, all fall, fuck y'all, we raw dogs
that'll come gunnin, niggaz runnin like they soldiers
In the heat of the night if you lookin for static to start up
Guards up, or bring them straps and come ready to mob up
[?]
My motto is I'ma live my life fuck the slow and puffin herb
Gettin boss ?, while my money's doublin on the curb
So fuck a job, I'm bustin stains and my idol's Kane
In school I maintained, but at night I was shakin brown brains
Alluminum foil, servin before it's spoils
I got yay on the boil and my inner circle is loyal
and critically acclaimed in the category of gangbang
Constantly showered in black rain, as we bring the pain
[Twista]
You done crossed our inner circle - now I'm fin' to hurt you
cause the Mob peeped all of your loopholes
Let the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches, and all of you hoes
When the blunt come, stunts better run shit
Look what a thug sprung
See what drugs done?
When I hug the gun it make murder for my loved ones
Thought you was down to die but you been found a lie, so fuck you
Can't trust you, gotta bust you
Plus you nigga can't get licks in hustle
Try to flex your muscle but my criteria overcomes your strategies
Try to make a Mob patter please
I can rat on you and ? an amount of G's
Musta had a lot of bud in him
I can barely bludgeon him, whip out all the stud in him
But I ain't even stunnin him
Then again he's gone, so I just put a slug in him
Dug in him dead and I'm headin then hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of kick ass
Toi aren't we loyal, G's out quick fast
[Ms. Toi]
Yo, it's that, West Coast diva from the Chi
That keepin that P, in the pimpin, so let's fly
to, ??, over here today, to lay down the
funk me and Twista display
Can you even comprehend this ghetto feel
I got my own type of slang and I keep my shit so real
So hold your sack, nigga so you can get back
It ain't a damn thing I lack, I kicks all of the facts
So artifacts, and you artifical game players
It's Ms. Toi with The Union and we straight slay ya
You haters can't even, try to trip with this, respect the Ms.
It's all about that swiftest, Ms. represents
and me, in Cali, I hit that Richter scale
Focus to be mobbin with the tightest females
But oh well, oh well, if that shit don't go down
from Inglewood to Chi-Town
Momma Militia and Twista straight clip ya
It's me, slicin the necks of MC's
with my homey Twista in the Windy City
It's me, slicin the necks of MC's
with my homey Twista in the Windy City
Yeah
featuring K. Born
[K. Born]
Yo, motherfuckers is straight jealous
It's wild
We got one motherfucker talkin about another motherfucker
Motherfuckers is on that gay shit
Yo we keepin this uncut
Check, check (K. Born K. Born on that South Central shit)
I fell asleep and woke up, saw the drunk handcuffed
Your feuds, cut the fuck up, for what sweat, burnin like booze
Last thought, I was flashin my passport til a cop stopped me
in front of the barbeque spot, in the black Porsche
Switch cars, just to be safe, in case I'm bein followed
from state to state I'm guaranteed to see tomorrow
Priceless, can't be borrowed, only for purchase
Too much can make you nervous, federal, been there
Before you done that, you seein Starr's like Fredro
Quick to comeback, I got you bobbin for dineros
and foreigners fancy that feature fetish, letters skanless
Fuck who the man is, poison infected infested the block
Got you naked, sweatin hot
This party is disconnected, shall I rock?
I elevate thought, to a new state and teleport through
Blowin your fuse, until you stiffen to statues
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo it's uncut, we keep it pure for your ear
You get one time - to shine in this game
Yo it's uncut, we keep it raw for your ear
You get one time - to shine in this game
[K. Born]
I hang around dirty syringes, inches from bums on park benches
The stench is, hideous, the city is, off the hinges
Hesitate ?, no escape
Once you start you struggle but get, far from a taste
Put me in water, watch me bubble, bake me with soda
Watch me double, break me down you'll make a bundle
Fuck what your friends say, I got two diamonds bitches and clients
Star status, the baddest cars made from science
About face, no mistakes, playin for high stakes
The wild race, no breaks, I provide base
I birthed ballers, in every state, who only trust
they Rottweilers, I create shotcallers
Numb your whole tongue, from lickin my asshole, freeze
Left her froze, eleven blows to the nostrils
Deadliest threats, takin no bets, gamble your soul
Explode in your chest, drop to your toes, give up your flesh
Chorus
Just before the fall...
You see me run to a place that's facing hope again
To change the way I feel...
The way I feel
The story that must show the way...
Missing line's not there to tell
I was wrong, so wrong
I realize there is no way to return
A fantasy that opens to the world...
Of the union
Ever before, never again turn on you
Even the wait, if it is great comes with truth
Why must time be for so long?
Ever before, never again turn on you
Time not forgotten
Can it be regained?
With no restrictions
Is there a place where they can hide?
Could it be the same as before?
The journey now begins inside
It comes with no guarantee
Believing in the fantasy
Fear the resentment of what it is they'll say
Risking so many, what a price to pay like before
The journey now begins with pride
Is there a place where we can hide?
It comes with no guarantee
The union of the fantasy
Even the wait, if it is great comes with truth
Ever before, never again turn on you
Ever before, never again turn on you
Why must time be for so long?
Together, forever that is all that we should feel
The union of us two will be the one dream that is real
We should go anywhere to live in the love of life
Fueled by the memories of a thousand lonely nights
Ever before, never again turn on you
Even the wait, if it is great comes with truth
Why must time be for so long?
Ever before, never again turn on you
Even the wait, if it is great comes with truth
Why must time be for so long?
Ever before, never again turn on you
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