Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
I'm gonna expose yo ass, you bitch
See me in these motherfuckin' streets
(Don't stop)
With ya fag ass, gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy
Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip the big diamonds
We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying
And I been around the world in one day
Chucking up the deuce for S.A.
I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho'
I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
And all my homies in the federal
Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up
They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back
(Word)
It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad
I got a lesson for ya ass
I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat
I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep
Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond
And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone
Assassinated, people lay steppin'
Eliminated, enemy with aggression
Sit back and smoke me one, the Obi Won Kenobi one
Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin'
I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods
And everybody neighborhood
From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood
How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed
Considered to be a savior and not be God
(Whoa)
Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down
Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby
Southern [unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again
The vicious life religious, I was born to win
The closure after the greatest hit the sofa
When I still ride for Prince like a soldier
The two-thousand millennium comes
Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don
The next up to bat, the Jordan, Larry, cousy yo of rap
And I ain't gotta walk around strapped
J don't tolerate the mack dirties
You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s
Now back it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend
Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize
So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Then I'm a double back and do it again)
So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules
Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school!
'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5
And plus I been smart a long time
Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect
I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check
It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on
And on and on, and on and on and on and on
Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt
Knock they dicks in the dirt, now you the bitch that's in the skirt
I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues
Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true
I just stick to the script and take it in stride
Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride
Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
This time I'm aiming at the neck dog
It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin'
I'm a leave you a nice little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life
I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang
I'm outty like flame, the signature just James, recognize
So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain't on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain't the Young D.B.
It's the Ol' D.B.
That old shit
This ain't the Embry-O.D.B.
This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B.
I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B.
So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
With the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby
All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain't no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize
Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall
(Uh-huh)
Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?
Tap dances at the party like it's goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit
Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
With your fat ass stinkin behind
You don't know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet
Or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don't understand the true nation-a
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up
My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
I said, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggas'll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
First thing I remember was lying in the sand
When a plague of seven horsemen
Came across the desert land
They had one good eye between them
They were burning up the sky
When I asked why they had come for me
The ugly one replied
He told me
Ah, you better recognize
Aw, you better recognize, son
Next thing I recall well
I was hanging from a cliff
When an angel came to rescue
Me and held me in her grip
She said, "Everyone who's ever loved you
Gets hurt in the end."
Then she smiled and said, "Forgive me."
As she let go of my hand
She told me
(You been living out of pocket, out of your socket)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son
(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You come a pleading, but it's too late
We can't hear you're on the list now!)
And let your dim light shine.
Always darkest before the morning light,
Lord knows you ain't that bright
Better let your dim light shine
Just before I hit the ground
I woke up in my bed
I was dazed and I was weary
And my heart was full of dread
When I looked at my reflection
I was horrified to find
There were seven horsemen next to me
The angel close behind
They told me
(You been living out of pocket, out of the socket)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son
(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You come a pleading, but it's too late
We can't hear you're on the list now!)
Wonderful lady
Such a beautiful baby
Gonna teach him what's wrong and what's right
Gonna show him direction
With love and affection
Gonna make his connection in life
But now things didn't go the way she thought they would
He think's God is the devil and evil is good
He probably wouldn't change it even if he could at all
*CHORUS*
All you know is what you feel
You got to read between the lines
What is not and what is real
You got to learn how to recognize
What you're holdin' in your hands
What you see before your eyes
If you're gonna understand
You got to learn how to recognize
Heart is in danger
Well, love is a stranger
When the fear turns the anger to rage
It's not makin' any sense
'Cause you don't know the difference
Wouldn't know it if it slapped you in the face
Now it's all mixed up
It's all a big mistake
He don't know the difference between love and hate
He probably wouldn't change it even if he could at all
*REPEAT CHORUS*
Why should I understand
When I could not comprehend what you say
Just shove it in my face
But if I cannot be made
I'm gonna understand
But now things didn't go the way she thought they would
He think's God is the devil and evil is good
[Warren G]
The place is here, the time is right
for the Twinz and Warren G to rip shit tonight, right
[Trip Locc]
Hold on tight to your seat
comin from the city thats low, urban life near the beach peep
So come one, come all, fall into my smooth flow
its the Trip LO double C yo
the game is trump tight, ain't no need for you to boo me
cuz after its over, all you hoes goin wanna do me
its part of the plan to get mine from the jump
G-Dub hooked it up, so you know its gotta straight bump
a typical day on the eastside
a lot of gangstas buck mouths
and brothas slangin bean pies
but thats how it goes in the city where I was born
familys mourn, niggaz slippin, never gettin born
so thats why you gotta stay alert,
cuz everyday somebody's out, they tryin to put in a little work
for the hood, or just on the solo
walkin in Long Beach real late is a no no
but dont let me scare you, you do what you gotta do
respect is a must, checkin niggaz that try to check you
(Chorus)
Y'alls niggaz betta recognize,
focus your eyes cuz my homey's high
Y'alls niggaz betta recognize,
E..E...E...E...Eastside
[Warren G]
Tick, tock, tickin to the Era
its Warren G with the Twinz funk Era
N to the A to the T to the E
The S to the N to the double O P
[Wayniac]
I'm a take you on a trip,
so keep the game I display mane
I run it to ya in a gangsta kinda way (hey)
its all good when you dealin wit tha Locc
stilll blazed the smoke wit the homies and the kin-folk
and ain't no nigga gonna be takin mine
I'm servin niggaz with a quicka picka up and on as a nine
so if you really wanna watch this trigga flow
its kinda itchy but I know I shoulda pulled it a long time ago
cuz I be connectin like dot to dot
so when it gets hot well I gotta shake the spot
and move to that other level see Wayniac comin through in 94 LBC
(Chorus)
[Twinz]
Now you know the game and the games complete
(whys that?) cuz the Twinz are bringin nuthin but heat
and ya know you didn't wanna see the Cavi flow
(what kinda flow) the kinda flow that'll make you slow ya roll (ahh)
[Warren G]
so open your eyes and pay attention
its two of my homies on a muthafuckin mission
[Twinz]
and I, kicks up dust cuz its a must
and I, acts a fool cuz its my rule
So need we say more on this topic
Warren G droppped it
put it in track and we locked it
nigga did I rock it?
nigga did I rock it?
[Warren G]
It really doesn't matter cuz its still only poppin
Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
[Jadakiss]
Now I know you couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over Premier
Kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer
cause you ain't nothing but a movie with expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box
Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx
And I don't care if I love you, I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
that's why I'ma always cop the yay quick
so I suggest all of y'all stay on Jay dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my royalty money, and let me greed
and I'ma have hoes for six, and hash for three
[Chorus]
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X (fade)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted y'all
[Sheek Luchion]
Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's place
So like +Point Break+ with a mask on with president's face
clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Y'all aint just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
With all that soft ass writin might as well be in cards
You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedos
that'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood Casinos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
with a time parking lot DVD in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me
I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
and I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour
with the Sheraton, see what yours can be mine
without, inheritin, give up your chains
and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin and the doctor yellin "clear"?
[Chorus]
[Styles Pinero]
If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know P would pack his bag and just leave next year
but I got a son to raise
So I'ma stay in this hell and I gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
we the niggas that's gon' leave, with the pot at the end
Never too young to die or too old to live
? to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid
I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'ma ryde for the moment
Know the concequence I'ma die with +The Omen+
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all
[Joell Ortiz:]
One plus one ain't always two
It's one me, one music we want and it's wonderful
That's why I still get upset when y'all wonder who
Is the best, I'm in the flesh, mic check, one, two
I said "Is this thing working? Do y'all not hear me? "
Like err website keep they dot-com near me
I'm on the playlist in these kid's iPods
Fuck execs, all their interns think I'm hard
I don't go up to radio to talk
So lose the questions, bring up a beat and I'll freak New York
Make you wanna go to the roof and clamp the heat you bought
Cause you be pumped like the feet on the skeets I tossed
They say "Me, I'm more", I say "Me, not yours
But me like your culo so me want more"
And they know the routine, we ain't gotta rehearse
Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
(Jadakiss)
Now I know you couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over Premier
Kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer
cause you ain't nothing but a movie with expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box
Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx
And I don't care if I love you, I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
that's why I'ma always cop the yay quick
so I suggest all of y'all stay on Jay dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my royalty money, and let me greed
and I'ma have hoes for six, and hash for three
Chorus
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X (fade)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted y'all
(Sheek Luchion)
Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's place
So like +Point Break+ with a mask on with president's face
clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Y'all aint just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
With all that soft ass writin might as well be in cards
You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedos
that'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood Casinos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
with a time parking lot DVD in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me
I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
and I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour
with the Sheraton, see what yours can be mine
without, inheritin, give up your chains
and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin and the doctor yellin "clear"?
Chorus
(Styles Pinero)
If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know P would pack his bag and just leave next year
but I got a son to raise
So I'ma stay in this hell and I gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
we the niggas that's gon' leave, with the pot at the end
Never too young to die or too old to live
? to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid
I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'ma ryde for the moment
Know the concequence I'ma die with +The Omen+
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all
Chorus (loop recognize/fade)
Steps on a curve and mishap that comes around
I'm still requiring merging for love's account
Outside, that's all you've got
You've got to stop it when you go for a ride
Outside, your touch rewards no more
Plunge into the dark side Having too much to drink
Planning to leave it Fire on the fingertips
Outside, that's all you've got
You've got to stop it when you go for a ride
Outside love ain't nothing 'till you feel the healing
Won't you recognize me, hold me, fraternize and be there
As the moment comes along, do no wrong
Won't you memorize me, take me, emphasize and be there
to avoid spinnin' around till you found
Won't you recognize me
Wanting to grab you wanting to feel your touch
Breathing desire the search which you denied,
ambition marked to kill the feeling
Outside, that's all you've got,
You've got to stop it when you go, if you go, for a ride
as I sit here in this hill
I begin to wonder
if I've had my fill of everything that I've been offered
and everything that counts
in my past I never bothered 'cause it came in small amounts
in 1989, I failed out of school
for the first time really bad
and now I talked my time and try to do things right
some think that's sad
we've got to recognize
this little movement we've grown upon
built upon the lyrics and fast songs
that were developed when we were still young
who cares as long as there's songs to be sung
we've got to recognize
here we are, face to face
another time is passing
don't you forget this time
for never again in your life
will you experience something like this
Well I've had enough of these selfish crimes.
I hurt myself again not knowing why.
It seems so easy to leave it all behind,
And avoid the truth.
I think I'd rather just go blind.
Then everything erupts;
My life has come unglued.
And the ties that bind have left me.
What am I to do?
Can't seem to recognize that stare behind those eyes.
Who is this man I see who's looking back at me?
Can't focus through the pain, and I am fading into nothing.
The reflection must get clearer.
I think I'm cracking up, like I've lost my mind.
I hurt myself again. Still don't know why.
I end up the same way each and every time.
Can't avoid the truth. There's just nowhere to run and hide.
Then everything erupts, just like I knew it would.
Been down here long enough.
It never felt that good.
Is this what I've become?
My life has come unglued.
And the ties that bind have left me.
What am I to do?
Can't seem to recognize that stare behind those eyes.
Who is this man I see who's looking back at me?
Can't focus through the pain, and I am fading into nothing.
The reflection must get clearer than it appears to be right now.
There must be someone I can see.
There's gotta be something for me.
Show it now. Let it go free.
I know it's there, waiting on me.
Let it out. Let it go free.
Can't seem to recognize that stare behind those eyes.
Who is this man I see who's looking back at me?
Can't focus through the pain, and I am fading into nothing.
The reflection must get clearer.
Can't seem to recognize.
Can't seem to recognize.
What up? I heard that you got a little prob'
Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed
Stickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck
Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek
And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger
And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from the session in the back
When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps
Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk
Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
Back again, make room for the boom
Puffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two
Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats
Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that
Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock
And yo Rippa, what up doc?
The deals going down like this
None affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss
Puttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated
I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited
Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'
Keep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant
But I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped
Talkin' this and that but my raps formats phat
And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs
Never could I ever agree on
Cuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons
Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop
By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block
I watch my back when for delf
Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health
Huh, critics could get banged like did it
Bowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show
So, I say what I mean, mean what I say
Do what I do, and me not play
Say young God for punks who play hard
Don't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
You better wrekonize
All heads realize, wrekonize
Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
Who the hell do you think you are to tell me
How I'm supposed to live
You say advice is free
But I thought I made it clear that I didn't want it
You always said that I would never change
That I would always be the same
But this is who I am accept it
Because I'm sure in time you'll find that I am fine
Until then you can be sure, I feel like shit
You don't seem to realize that everything has come to
this and
I can't seem to find a way to let you know that I don't
care
You can't seem to recognize that this is not your life
And it never was
I can't make you understand,
I don't give a fuck what you think
And I know that it's always someone else's fault and
Never yours
I'd say you're selfish but I know there's got to be a
better word
You're on a power trip and I can see no end to it
I guess you thought I'd learn to accept it
But time is out for you, you're running out of luck
So I have a good idea Just shut the fuck up
You don't seem to realize that everything has come to
this and
I can't seem to find a way to let you know that I don't
care
You can't seem to recognize that this is not your life
And it never was
I can't make you understand,
I don't give a fuck what you think
You don't seem to realize that everything has come to
this and
I can't seem to find a way to let you know that I don't
care
You can't seem to recognize that this is not your life
And it never was
I can't make you understand,
I don't give a fuck what you think
You don't recognize it's my life
You don't recognize it's my life
You don't recognize it's my life
[Chris Rock]
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain't on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain't the Young D.B.
It's the Ol' D.B.
That old shit
This ain't the Embry-O D.B.
This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B.
I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B.
So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
with the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain't no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)]
Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall
(Uh-huh)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?
Tap dances at the party like it's goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit
Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
with your fat ass stinkin behind
You don't know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet
or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don't understand the true nation-a
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up
My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
I said, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggas'll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
well i can't walk away
from your mixed up masquerade
i must recognize some familiar face in your eyes
well it ain't over you're dead and gone
i really hope you don't wait that long
well it ain't over till you're just a memory
well im trying to remember how my lover set me free
could i have misread
just a dream inside my head
well its so hard to believe
how you're just my beautiful mystery
well it ain't over 'till you're dead and gone
its ok if you wanna wait that long
well it ain't over 'till you're just a memory
well i'm trying to remember how my lover set me free
well it's not the way i feel when your by my side
it's not the look i see in other people's eyes
must be something real that i just can't hide
you've got a part of me that i recognize
yeah yeah
there's no disguise
well im lookin at your eyes
im not gonna try to change your -- change your mind
you've got all you need
but if you ever really need don't feel afraid to call
on me
well it ain't over you're dead and gone
i really hope you don't wait that long
well it ain't over till you're just a memory
well im trying to remember how my lover set me free
well it's not the way i feel when your by my side
it's not the look i see in other people's eyes
must be something real that i just can't hide
you've got some part of me that i recognize
yeah yeah
there's no disguise
well im lookin at your eyes
You spoke too soon.
And jumped the gun.
And this trail of guts
Tells me I'm done
With feeling small.
This love was huge
Too huge for me now
Too huge for you
And the raccoons spin a ballad outside
As I sob myself thin in smoke tonight.
I walked alone, then ran too fast.
These feet are sore I tried my best
To light your in starry sights
A glow of faith now with me in mind
And the raccoons spin a ballad outside
As I sob myself thin in smoke tonight.
And this air leaves scents to curse my sleep.
Wrapped in picture frames and dirty laundry.
Yo, c'mon
Yo, c'mon
Yo, c'mon
It's the dirty South Shore stuff, c'mon
uh-uh,uh-uh
ye-yea,ye-yea
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
You see I'm hungray, hungray, hungray, hungray!
That's how I'm feelin
Starvin when I skit em, mobbin for a livin
Doin numbers like a mathematician, rappers be spittin
Like a uzi, it's a Rap Kool G
Back in 2G, had em buggin like who's he
It's J-O J-O
Hustlin rap slay-slingin the yay-yo yay-yo
DJ's the jay, put em on a pay roll pay roll
Hold down the fort, go down to court, throw down the sport
Fuckin wit Pellewho's, nuttin'll ever do
My dogs in heat put it to ya something terrible
Shmell me, I got a yes man
When I tell him git em he said yes man
And if I tell him hit em he said yes man
Love or hate we gettin these papes
I'm the boss and it's written all over my face
Get it through ya thick skull
[Chorus]
Recanize a real don when ya see one
Murderous charm, anything ya need on a arm
I'm the bomb watch me blow (kaboom!)
I try to tell em "ay yo nobody betta than JoJo"
Now breathe for me, (recanize)
Get it jumpin like please believe, (recanize)
Holdin it down so easily, (recanize)
Got these hunnies like mezmorize, (recanize)
[Verse 2]
Guilianni king of New York
It's fact that boss is Italiano, Joey's a Capo
Piss drunk crossin the Verranzano
Wit hundreds in bags, punchin the gas, gun in the dash
Blowin L's through the toll booth with a stolen E-Z pass
Answer that if you could
If the engine in the front and you in the trunk
then how you screamin take you back to the hood
See you rats get it good, fuckin wit Pellewho
Suttin rappers'll never do like point a rat to the Suge
Gotta Mack then I should
Let's do this, bout to sell a hundred units
That's the difference between platinum and wood
Used to fantasize of Lisa watchin Saved By The Bell
Now the L.S. and chocolate mamis be blazin my cell
Even back in school I never had eyes on the black boards
Playin pocket pool scopin the thighs on the black broads
And I never mix business wit pleasure
Cept when I'm at the record label beefin wit tha fifth on my lever
Like you pricks takin forever
By the way, Chris to Shamika lend me the Caddy for my date to impress her
Low on doe so you know I never trick on these broads
I got a million dollar deal but still I'm pullin off scores
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I hear rappers frontin a lot, stunt like ya hot
This is rap why you talkin bout ya hustlin rock
Got a crib, a couple of guns, and a drop
So what? You need more then an ab roller to build the muscle I got
I'm the B-O double S nuttin less
Came a long way from spittin on the bus to the decks
And yes remember record execs frontin like they ain't wit it
Wanna be Simmons stuntin like Russel ya more like Richard
In a straight jacket I'ma eat this meal
First name Joey, last name he's for real
C.C.C. had me convinced that he conceited
Really I give a rat's ass how gangsta you keep it
[Chorus x2]
Blow!
Uh-uh, ah-ah
[Laughs]
Ye-yea, ye-yea
South Shore Stuff
uh-uh
South Shore Stuff
Pelle-Pelle
Grino-Grino
Ye-yea, ye-yea yea yea
