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• Ultimate Alliance - Craig G
• Girl Fever - Craig G
• What You're Used To - Craig G
• The Kingpin - Craig G
• Take The Bait - Craig G
• Smoothing Out The Rough Spots - Craig G
• Ripped To Streads - Craig G
• Going For The Throat - Craig G

Artist: Craig G
Album: Ultimate Alliance (single)
Song: Ultimate Alliance (produced by Ill Tal)
Intro:
Craig G, Illy Ill, Ill Tal
He got the sickest beats man
Let's talk about these fake gangsters since this beat is so hard man
Listen
Verse 1:
You feel the tension, when you're up in the club, puffin' the dub
Fake cats ice grillin', trying to put a buck in your mug
Get out my face duke, I ain't got nothing to plug
I'm up in here, just like you, looking for something to rub
A lot of these lames, in the game be making cash
But I'm too real, I refuse to stick out my ass
I could pick out the trash, from a mile away
Your style displays, so many kinks and flaws
When you're yapping your jaws, ballin?
Rappin' awards? You ain't even attackin' the boards
What about your real life persona?
You never said "your honor", never got caught in drama
Handcuffed, in your pajamas, led to a squad car
So where's your heart pa?
Your life's exactly what this is, entertainment
Never have you appeared at an arraignment
Never saw your man die, while EMS tried to sustain him
You won't believe some of the things, that's on my brain son
Get it.
Chorus:
Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance
These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying
What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron
You're the reason that the rap game's dying
Verse 2:
And actually, your life can't reappear magically
When heat's involved, it ends tragically
And them gangbangers be handing out stabbings for free
It can happen to you, it can happen to me
They don't scrap in the street,
These young fellas stay strapped with the peice
Bustin' at the heavens, letting off a mack in the trees
Bullets flying out the chamber at a rapid degree
In the direction of them cowards, that just happen to beef
You asking for me? I come through with the mask and the three
57, hit your engine, have you crashin' your V
And you really wanted to bask in the heat?
Okay, look, let's see how long you'll really last in the beef
Passionatly, my homey Illy Ill, yo, he smashin the beat
Anyone that disagree? I'll be happy to meet
Most of yall rappers are corny, soft, taffy and sweet
I'll make you dance when they clap at your feet
Let's go get em.
Chorus:
Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance
These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying
What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron
You're the reason that the rap game's dying
Verse 3:
One, two, many mc's feel they can test this, but fuck you
And the crew that you got on your guest list
I be that breath of freshness, come on, come test this
Watch you catch a mic plus my left fist,
To your face, I leave you feeling displaced,
You'd rather drink a 22 ounce of toxic waste
What you gonna do, when we come in and block your space?
Rather stick your fucking forehead and cock the blades
Dance around with a loaded glock in waist
Half of yall cats ain't locked and load, yall locked and laced
We come through the building and we stop your faith
What's the deal Illy Ill, yo drop the break.
Chorus (x2):
Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance
These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying
What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron

Girls
Yo sweetheart, let me talk to you for just a second
Let me say to you somethin real quick, sweetheart
( *car speeding off* )
Yo sweetheart, would you like...
Yo, she got a convertable Benz, yo
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo Craig, you buggin, man
Yo, let's make jam, but we're not talkin bout Benz
What?
Girls
Girls? Alright...
[ VERSE 1 ]
Girls, I like em fat, I like em tall
Oh what the hell, I like em all
No matter where they are, no matter where they're at
Whether they're Spanish (Chinese) white or black
Me and girls get along so very well
A man needs a woman in this world to excel
And there's a whole lot of em, from every city
>From London to France, Japan to Chili
God made man, and God made woman
To fulfill the needs another man couldn't
So if you're a man and got another man to please ya
Yo, I'm tellin you, there's nothin like havin girl fever
(Girls
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
I love to be where they go
Pretty girls
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
I love to be where they go)
[ Marley Marl ] Just kick a little somethin for the women
[ VERSE 2 ]
Women - women, women, women, how come?
Every man to you is potrayed as being dumb
We're not dumb, we just love being prepared
Cause certain women never really treat a guy fair
He must have a job, or crazy cash flow
Without that a woman's just gonna say no
And where that leads you - where you began
A place where the only thing wet is your hand
Now how could you survive in a world like that?
Never havin girls cause your pockets ain't fat
So if you got a girl like that, money, leave her
It's easy to survive when you're in girl fever
(Girls
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
I love to be where they go
Pretty girls
I love the things they know
I love the things they show
I love to be where they go)
Check it out
Since we're here on this mic, right?
[ Marley Marl ] Yeah?
I want you do me a favor, man
Yo, what's up?
See them turntables over there?
Them two turntables over there?
Them turntables right there
I want you to over to them turntables, right?
You know what I want you to do?
What you want me to do?
Make the girls swing, Marley
[ Marley cutting up ]
(Yes y'all)
(Yes yes y'all)
(I got to get to know your name)
[ girl ]
There we go
Another brother dissin us girls outright
Bring it on
Get out of my space
Get out of my space
Cause I'm gonna -
Get out of my space
Yo Craig, stop playin with me
[ VERSE 3 ]
Fellas, while all the girls appreciate it
Everything with women can't be sex-related
So if your friend has a man that's always up on her
Tell her that's not what she needs in her corner
She needs a man that loves her for a whole lot of reasons
Not just to have you for his personal skeezings
You gotta take a stand and learn to say somethin
Cause if you don't, you're gonna wind up with nothin
Or maybe a baby that never knew his father
Cause he ran off with a lady and he lives in Nevada
Go for warnin signs before he says: see ya
Or you be stuck with a child in the midst of girl fever
(Girls
I love the things they know)
Word
(I love the things they show)
Love the things they show
(I got to be where they go)
Gotta be where they go
(Pretty girls
I love the things they know)
Love the things they know
(I love the things they show)
Love the things they show
(I love to be where they go)
But yo
Think how the relationships go
Ha-ha-ha
This is to all the girls all around the world
But we're just going by the diamonds, they can keep them pearls
(Girl fe-
girl fever)
(Yes yes y'all)
You know why?
Girl, I got to get to know them all
I like the girls, ah-ha
I like the girls, yo, yo
I like the girls
And yes, I like the girls, ah-ha
I like the girls, yup-yup
I like the girls, yup-yup
I like, I like, I like, I like, I like the girls
Ah-ha, I like the girls, yup-yup
A lotta girls, ah-ha
I like the girls
I like the girls
I like the girls, oh yeah
I like the girls, ah-ha
I like the girls with the perms in their hair, not the ones with Jherri Curls
Peace

Yeah, smooth
Check it out
(The style that you're used to)--> Humpty Hump
You hear a lot of different songs
But a lot of the same style
You know
So I thought I'd dabble you with a style that ain't
And bring out somethin different
It's not the style that you're used to
So lend me your ear
Have a open mind, and I'm sure you'll find
Entertainment in this rhyme
So we gon' swing it just like this
(The style that you're used to)
Now this is different
Not too different, but different from the last
You'll have a blast as soon as somebody pass
The mic to me
MC C-r-a-i-g
Dash G, ask me
Whatever you ask me, don't pass me
A ryhme cause that mistake might be ghastly
In time I might find a new rapper to kill
Yeah, that's just how I feel
Skill - skills portrait for what jams are played
And how many rappers are out gettin paid
And who sports the dopest lookin fade
Nah - that don't make the grade
Rhymes - rhymes that leave you all just confined
In your room to excercise your mind
Is the only brand, only kind
To me that sounds fine
So yo, next time you even try to flow
Find a style of rhymes that go
Go exactly with the way that you choose to
Not the style that we're used to
(The style that you're used to)
Performance - performance is enough to know
Who can pick up the microphone and throw
Throw a rhyme that makes the crowd scream 'ho'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure you know
Style - style is what drives the crowd wild
And have the people in the aisles
Dancin in a single file - never actin mild
Labels - labels they don't have a clue
Of the things a rapper goes through
They go through a lot, yo, it's true
Believe me, they do
They push you and make you believe what they think
Then blame it on you when you sink
Then tell the whole staff that you stink
Well, that's now what I think
See, if they woulda let you do it just the way that you do
Your style wouldn't be the same style that we're used to
(The style that you're used to)
Swing it
Brand-new styles
For the 1990
Let me talk about lyrics
Yo, lyrics - lyrics are the key to success
Success is to keep your rhymes fresh
And mind clear of all kinds of mess
That might lead you to death
Be careful - careful of what style you choose
Cause in this rap field you can lose
And lose real big if you move
Or make the wrong move
So soothe - soothe the whole crowd with your groove
And always have somethin to prove
And don't let no one fill your shoes
Cause you'll both look like fools
Fools - they never really go by the rules
And don't really have the right tools
But still they think their records sound cool
Cause their crews in it too
And just cause they're winnin they will always try to bruise you
And make you do the same style that we're used to
Yeah
But me, this song is not the same style that you're used to
I know it sounds akward
But yo, it's just not what you're used to
Yeah
I'm outta here
Peace
And blessings

(They'll have to deal with the kingpin
Let's get it on)
(...
I'm the boss
The boss of all bosses
And don't forget it
A kingpin's the head of the Madja
The biggest crime syndicate around)
Well, I'm the chief, better known as a rap pro, and
Keep the parties pumpin even if a beat's goin
Slower than usual, I stay on cruise until
They try to dis, then I confuse a full
Amount of rappers that try to get with it
I look em in the face and say, "Forget it
I'm the kingpin"
I'm dope, fly, my style's extraordinary
Stupid fresh to the max, that's why it's necessary
For me to defeat and become elite
In a class by myself, which makes me so complete
At the top when I rock, I charge like a rhino
You're addicted to my rhymes just like a wino
Is to liquor, but don't start to hic up
Straight up and down, the best fly rhyme kicker
My name is Craig G, I keep a party live, and
The mic a jet plane, my rhyme keep risin
They won't decline, it's destination maximum
Party crowds ain't small, cause people I'm attractin em
So that they come to hear these fresh showtunes
But they probably wouldn't dance, there'd be no elbow room
In the joint, get the point? I never fronted
Your rhymes is so wack, they make me sick to my stomach
So let me ask you why you're always on my tip
Is it because I rhyme so hip
Or I'm the kingpin?
You can't have a 3-4 without the 1-2
And if you try to steal my rhymes, I'm gonna hunt you
Down, just like you was a rap bounty
I search from cities all the way to counties
Until I find you, and may I remind you
Just like a ninja I sneak up behind you
And take your life, cause I'm just that heartless
Turn up my mic, so I can start this
Entourage, or should I say ensemble?
And if you got back-up, man, you should calm them
I'm not playin, there's no delayin
Your rhymes are so old, they're decayin
That's why you're the one with the least clout
Marley Marl, I think we better peace out
Cause I'm the kingpin
(...teach you to run out on the kingpin)
(...I will return)
Well, I'm the chief, better known as a rap pro, and
Keep the parties pumpin even if a beat's goin
Slower than usual, I stay on cruise until
They try to dis, then I confuse a full
Amount of rappers that try to get with it
I look em in the face and say, "Forget it

(Step aside)
(Step aside
And take the bait)
MC's - get a grip, relax your lip
Here comes a rapper that flows and never quits
Craig G on call with a composition
That's a proposition to my opposition
You wanna step? Well yo, wear your track shoes
Or take your royalty check and buy a crack fuse
Rappers, I taunt them to make no one want them
And if died down, my raps will come back and haunt them
Highly explosive like nitroglycerine
Don't sleep on the skills, keep listenin
Cause I smooth rough beats just like a nailfile
Compared to other MC's with the stale style
Been in this for five years to only hear live cheers
And I'm one that will continue to strive where
Others are failing I blow like a jet stream
And if my records don't sell, I won't get beamed
I'll come back and prove that I'm great
To hook em and reel em in, so take the bait
(Step aside)
Yeah, take the bait
(Step aside)
Check it out
MC's are a lake that my raps go fishin in
Approach me wrong, and I'll start cripplin
Cause there's few alive that can really get with it
The rest of em died with the bravery certificate
Cause I'm deadly, like the tail of a scorpion
And Marley's my man, cause he's the one that brought me in
I'm not a sucker, I could never abandon
Someone that got me on my feet, so I'm standin
I'm not like that, I kick a delight rap
Marley's got my back, so we'll always have a tight track
And as far as the negative MC's that are fake
I will reel em in, so take the bait
(Step aside)
Take the bait
(Step aside)
Weak MC's take the bait
(Aside)
Let the horns blow
Yeah
Take the beat
And I'ma flow it like this
Sometimes I rhyme fast to make MC's: "Wait, Craig!"
And I wrap around MC's like a strait leg
I'm doper than dope, like a billion in Columbian
That's why weak MC's wanna run me in
Let me tell you all you rappers full of steam of weed
I'ma mix you in a bowl like cream of wheat
They can't beat me, straight up and that's that
So bring along tape, rap books, and a knapsack
And if you got a crew, bring all them
Cause you'll get stripped like a Jag in Spanish Harlem
And to go against a pro, that's costin
My mic will turn bionic like Steve Austin
So yo, you wanna flow and break?
Step aside and take the bait
Yeah
(Step aside)
Take the bait

Yeah
Smooth
(Smooth brother)
Pumpin the tape in my car...
(Smooth brother)
We go for a ride
Lay back and get real smooth, you know
We gon' smooth it out, knowmsayin?
(Smooth brother)
Hello, here we go, with the flow
MC Craig G is on a smooth type of tempo
I know you're tired of yellin and shoutin
So now I'm about to take a whole different route in
Lyrics, to keep you in the smooth spirit
The easier to listen to, the easier to hear it
So come with me on a mission
A refresher course in hip hop easy listenin
I'm sure you'll enjoy it
The track is smooth, so you won't be annoyed with
Screamin or breakin, so when this beat stops
Craig G'll be smoothing out the rough spots
(Real smooth brother)
(Bad on the mic)
Smoothing out the rough spots
(Real smooth brother)
(Bad on the mic)
Yeah, smooth it out
Did you like it? (Yeah!) I'm sure you souled on it
Watch all the bandwaggon jumpers grab a hold on it
And mistreat it, re-use it, or misuse it
And start messin up the music
But see, smoothness is what this consists of
And over a cliff is where the other noise gets shoved
So yo, tone it down a bit
Not all people really like the sound of it
There's nothing wrong with being hardcore
But bein smooth can get the same crowd roar
So try it, I bet you get props
For simply smoothing out the rough spots
(Real smooth brother)
(Bad on the mic)
Yeah, smoothing out the rough spots
(Real smooth brother)
(Bad on the mic)
Yo, smooth it out one time...
(Cold stone lover)
What am I?
(And I'm a cold stone lover)
What am I?
(I'm a cold stone lover)
Ha-ha
Yeah
I like to get smooth
To make the crowd move
And sway side to side
Damn, this sounds fly
I'm about to go with the program
To make this track slam
But not slam too hard
Cause I don't want you leavin from the place with your ears scarred
But better yet in fact
Yo Marley - (what up, man?) let's change the track
Hm - now that's the way I like it
This is something I really love to write with
And i'm sure you'll be for it
It's smooth, but you still can get on the floor with
Spins, splits, jump flips, and hops
While Craig G is smoothing out the rough spots
Smooth
Smoothing out the rough spots
Smooth it out
Let's smoothe it out
While we're smoothing out the rough spots
Is it smooth
Yo, is it smooth
Yo, is it smooth
While you're ridin to the groove
Is it smooth
Is it smooth
Is it smooth
While you're ridin to the groove
Peace
1990's for your steering pleasure

(Transformer)
This calls for some affirmative action
( *paper is ripped* )
(Then show me)
(Show me)
Yo, I gotta rip somebody on this one
(Show me)
(All - you - gotta - say)
Give me a bassline, and a mic just in case I'm
Prepared to rhyme and get hype, I won't waste time
Craig G is back in effect with a flow and a flex
And it don't matter who's on next
Cause there won't be a mic left
And the stage got ripped from the hype steps
Speakin of steps, don't step to this
Cause Craig G's just too treacherous
With a mic in hand I command like a foreman
And all of my troops'll start stormin
So any MC in the vicinity
You better run or prepare for an injury
Yeah, that's the way I like to flow
One rhyme to your mind's like a death blow
I oughta be jailed for this
But to some it's considered a gift
So I'ma shoot it, just like a Mac-10
Way to the front and up to the back and
You little wack hip-hop basehead
Here's a rap that'll turn your whole face red
A brother makes three LPs
And he's still sportin Pumas and Lee's
And his label wants to give him the boot
But he owes em so much loot
That they're writin him off with their taxes
It considers his albums as practice
But yet he took the time out to dis me
On some bold chance that he thought he could rip me
He called me his son, but is he sure?
I never slid checks under his door
So yo, watch your step, you little asswipe
Your album sales couldn't generate a flashlight
Or buy you a pack of gum
Your juice spilled, so here's a sponge
And if you try to play me as a kid
Just remember, I know where you live
And next time you hit the pipe
And you think you wrote somethin hype
Just think: I could kill you dead
But nah - I'll just rip you to streads

Hey yo Craig
(What up, man?)
Yo, this sucker tried to dis you in a magazine
(It's like that, word?)
Yo, I think you should get him
(I take care of it)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, I got beef, and this beef is on my mind
Since it's on my mind, let me put it in a rhyme
It seems a brother that I went way back with
Is coming out the woodwork talking shit
At first it didn't mean all that
Cause he was washed up and strung out on crack
Freebase, his life was a waste to the rap world
Nobody cared about him or his wack girl
So yo, I took it in stride
And continued with the rest of my life
Until recently he showed some form of indecency
When in a magazine he tried to release on me
But now it's the last straw
I'm gonna wreck him, and anything he stands for
Point blank - Shan, you suck
And I'm about to nail your coffin shut
Juice Crew Law? That shit is out the window
Just like the basepipe, where all of your ends go
Yeah, excactly what I thought
Just like Magic when he was a little short
To buy crack from my man on the block
Eyes wide open, and your mouth just dropped
Ah-ah - don't say a word
Just a lot of glance superb
MC Craig G to kick all the facts
About why your records are wack
BDP wrecked you quite a long time ago
But allow me to deliver the final blow
Dis me and get away easy?
Yo, I'm gonna hand you squeegee
Go wash windows, that should be your career
I could give a fuck about what you 'pioneered'
Straight up, that don't mean shit
So won't you take your vine and swing the fuck off a cliff
Yeah, I mean business
Don't ever in your life try to dis this
Cause punk, I'll rip you to streads
And mail your record company your head
I know it sounds a little graphic
I heard your album's double plastic
And your single went copper
Congratulations, but I think you need a doctor
Cause after you take this whippin
There's no tellin what the fuck you be shippin
And now that you've been smoked
Relax, punk, before I go for your throat
Yo, that was kinda funky
(Word?)
Don't you have a second verse?
(Yeah, I got a second
Let me tell you how I get him on this one here)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Authentic - that's the way I present it
Sometimes it's funky, and sometimes it's demented
Rappers runnin up to me, handin me feedback
Slow down, Shan, you just entered a speed track
With your neck snapped, don't accept that
So want you call me, give the devil his check back
And take your soul, but your title - ???
And bring your wack-ass rhymes to the _Muppet Show_
See, I don't give a fuck how much swing you got
And how high your album climbs on the charts
You're still a dead rapper from Christmas past
So won't you pucker up and kiss this ass
Cause I'm in here, even ???
I make up for the others with this fly-ass beat here
And you - you'll make a drastic drop
You couldn't stop me if you were a traffic cop
Now this reminds me of my radio days
When I'd take the mic and leave rappers amazed
No matter how large, whether gold or platinum
I take my microphone and point the shit right at them
And after I was finished, they'd say, "Craig G scored"
And that's the way I usually would rock New York
So yo punk, if you don't like those quotes
Come on find me, and watch me go for your throat
Yo man, you definitely got him on that, yo
(He can't fuck with this in a million years, uknowmsayin?)