Sittin' on chrome, sittin' on chrome
Sittin' on chrome, sittin' on chrome
Sittin' on chrome, sittin' on chrome
Sittin' on chrome, sittin' on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
I just got paid
It's Friday night
I'm sittin' on chrome
And I'm feelin' alright
Take it EZ, like E 'cuz I be
Lettin' niggaz know what time it is when it comes to me
You can't find us here anywhere and I tear
You a new asshole, as beautiful as gold
Look at your reflection in my shine, find
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
But not tonight, I'm sittin' on chri-dome
Makin' more waves than my cellular phi-done
Mental energy from within keeps me higher
Than anything rolled and set on fire let me try a
Little somethin' new, grand 'cuz what I am
Is mathematic, I must to blow your static if I can
I.N.C., crew I thought you knew
That's how you do well check it this is how I do
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
I'm sittin' on C H R O M E
Sippin' Brass Monkey, Digga got the Remi
Martin I'm startin' to feel like I wanna
Hit the strip spot and I think that I'm gonna
I see my nigga Jose, "Mida, que pasa?"
We goin' to the spot, need a ride? I gotcha
So come on in, come on in, come on in
It's like fire when you see my chrome spin
I paid the valet, I stepped to the stage
I think I wanna play with the girl in the cage
Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance
Baby look I got trouble in my pants
I just checked my wallet, no more dough
I just paid your rent and now I gotta go
She did me till I's done, smooth like Bally
I walked outside, they said that they ain't got no valet
Somebody caught me slippin', dipped with my ride
But we gonna catch they ass on the B-Side
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
I just got paid
It's Friday night
I'm sittin' on chrome
And I'm feelin' alright
You can't I.N.C. me
The Ace niguh, so be ghost like Amity
Ville horror, till tomorrow, you're done
So jet like delta, I'm fly like the nun
My mental state's, more Great than the Lakes
I'm Superior, it's Erie how I breaks
Niggaz down, with the sound as I shine
One time, and the chrome is the mind
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way
So you better take it eazy
And I'm sittin' on chrome
Sittin' on chrome, sittin' on chrome
"live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)
[uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve mc's like a restaurant
It ain't where you're from it's where you're at
So in that case your butt better step like a frat
Cause juice I got a lot of vaoprs
While you gotta quit, I'm always rolling with umdada, shit
When I deliver I make you shiver
If a guy try to front, I have to show him I'm the problem giver
Girlfriend you're gonna be in bad shape
If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape
I'll tell your brother jack to be nimble
Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal
You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing
I know it foul, he couldn't house a homeless person
We don't cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle
While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle
One lyric from the gut, so what?
You want to strut like you're bad and then you might get had
Yeah it's cool, it's gonna be all right
Cause live from new york it's saturday nite
"live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)
[masta ace]
It's the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest
Like hostess, I bake mc's and oh and you knows this
So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in the days
It's the master, the ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest
Hat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track would
Open up the ears of the black hood
I'm not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz
I'm no joke, I school that ass like st. john's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I come in a hurry and
It's masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and
Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and
Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman
I got the mad knife, I'm mad mean
I killed mad crews, I read mad magazine
So break it down for the heads with the dreads
For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga
As I take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga
[lord digga]
Lord digga, the microphone mutilator
With the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoes
I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me
You wanna know why? cause I spit on spectators
My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip
Blowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchips
Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped
Not a gang member but I got tales from the crip
I'm mad mad funky like silk
Take a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wack
As my pockets get fat like and elephant
I'm far from benevolent, I'm up your ass for the hell of it
I'm catching wreck on your record or cassette tape
Now I can't wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late
I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know
That's how it goes on saturday nite
"live from new york it's saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)
[eyce]
Eyceurokk consists of three:
First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then there's me, nigga
I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back
Baddest nigga in the pack
And I work to get my loot, shoot
Huh, I'm turning heads like a handicapped prostitute
Son you gotta belive me
That I'm a be "rockin you, rockin you" but I'm not davert leavy
I'm hitting rappers til they stagger
And if he's a bragger, I'm gonna watch him fall like niagra
Ooops, oh, time for him to go
Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe
Not the type you can play a game with
Fuck around, look at all the niggas that I came with
Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow
You'll feel sorrow, I'm knocking niggas down like mark bavarro
Cause rap is not a toy, if you're in it for the bones
You'll be home alone just like that little white boy
Master eyce is on the way
And live from new york I'm catching wreck on a saturday
Yea, M A L O
Take a look at my eyes
Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
When you look at me, wutuwankno now
[Masta Ace]
I'ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions
So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing
That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap
It's to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts
'Cause no I never moved to Cali
I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley
And "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I'm told
I never did find out how much the shit sold
And no I ain't saw at Marley
Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley
And no I never lived in the bridge
But Craig and Shante, did as kids
Straight from the ville had to catch the train
No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain
I was way too deep in the music
God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it
And no I wasn't dissing Ghost
Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close
I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella
'Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller
No, label ain't off the ground
But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound
No, we ain't got an office yet
But we got big plans like an architect
Take a look
[Chorus]
Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
When you look at me, wutuwankno now
Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see
When you look at me, wutuwankno now
Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
When you look at me, wutuwankno now
Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see
When you look at me, please I got to go now
[Edo. G]
I see the look of concern and fake, it's your turn to wait
I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete
See, that tend to happen when you learn hate
Edo left out good, but returned great
And now I'm about to face the city
Plus I got a case with Diddy
For jacking my classic
I got to have it beat that's so greedy, I'm so witty
And yall niggaz is so pretty
Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino
Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples
We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that
Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef
You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs
Stay out of grown folk business
We young enterpreneurs that own our own business
I answer questions like a witness
And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness
Take a look in his eyes
he's an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise
Now take a look
[Chorus]
[Masta Ace]
Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show
You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know
Well, I do got a lot to tell
And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell
Yea, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first
But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse
Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars
And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars
Strip clubs on the weekly basis
I used to, see these faces in some freaky places
But all that's behind me, it's not the same
When you reach a certain age, life is not a game
I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed
But now I got more than one mouth to feed
Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub
But I ain't tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club
Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase
One two one two, check it I can't stay home
Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone
"Do you run?" No, like I said before I walk
Stick up kids hawk, but I don't stop to talk
I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor
get too close and I'ma have to graze ya
Like night and early morning scheming at dawn and
Looking to jack what I want
Back back back you better watch yours
I got yours
Cut you like I got claws
Stick em up because
It's a roothless toothless
Waiting inna thick here
Looking for a vict, yeah
How about this chick here?
Who's this standing at the corner?
I wonder if he's on a
Mission to stick 'cause he's a goner
Polo padding yang lacking and fucked up packing
Get dacking
Nigga who you jackin?
Verse Two: Masta Ase, Paula Perry
I'm come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears
With your Gucci link and I ain't snatched a chain in years
When a pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and
when I see you little doe, hey, i dont know how to act
Well... I'm not your neighborhood nice girl, I'm raw as coke
So scheemin seemin I'ma play ya like a bad joke
You're trying to stab me, but I'm not the one
I'll pistol-whip that ass, and I don't even have a gun
I put my foot up to the ass
Of a bitch that think she got class fast
Give up the cash as you can not pass
Feedin readin, I dont mean the grass
shit's draastic so chick run the stach
Well, I'ma jiggaboo, with an attitude
Better to slice and dice and sway like I saw don't get through
Make your moves so I can dat that bullshit
quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick
This aint no movie so dont be actin
Stupid on a girl like me, nigga who you jackin?
Verse Three: Masta Ase, Paula Perry
Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones
in ya voice ya just another jack by the phones
My pockets need fixing cause the shits is mad broke
If I had my nine your ass would get smoked
But I'ma slice you in half fuck it I ain't butter
The name is paula perry puttin' body parts in a gutter
So who you jackin?
You baby check it
You're lucky I dont leave you in the street butt naked
with your ass out froze the fuck up
I'll be vickin
You'll be what-in?
Jackin, thats another name for stickin
And tricking chick you like baby whats your name an gamin
Ill snatch hole you shit and then im flamin
Right down to block, yeah, Ill teach you holy mo
With a pea knows the time, so yo ass ought better go
You getting too close, really, what is this?
[Masta Ace]
I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat
in this football game in the street
And no it ain't two hand touch, it's rough tackle
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour
'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop
Competin with other teams, that reign on top
Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious
No nonsense niggas, with no options
That know how to carry that rock
make the hand-off, and run off the block
It's hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town
You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN!
And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops
Some federal agents dressed as mascots
Niggas hold weight, but it's not for liftin'
The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin'
I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key
if that ain't a penalty, it oughta be
And the concession stand is so sick
Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick
But if you ask why somebody got slain
Yo, it's just an unfriendly game
[Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, (Announcer)]
The game don't stop, cats keep playin'
Some got hit hard and wound up layin'
out in the field but the fans keep payin'
Understand what I'm sayin'?
It's just an Unfriendly Game
(This ain't America is it?)
(This ain't America is it? Where can I be)
[Strick]
Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game shit
But I can go outside and still see the same shit
'Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle (look)
Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way
'Cause that's Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback
'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one
And that's Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back
'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back
The rest of them? I'll just say they play the line
'Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line
And if they make a wrong move they penalized
Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery
And Jeff don't touch shit, he sit and watch (yup)
oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box
He's the one that makes the deals happen
Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin'
But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated
The block got raided, and everybody got traded
Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go
Nigga you don't know? Highlights at 10
[Reporter]
Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid.
The cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting
large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football
equipment.
[Masta Ace]
There's a new team in from outta town
What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE!
And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny
So you won't make a sack of money
And every now and then, somebody drops the ball
And the next team, be right there to take it all
Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory
It's the same old story
And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest
just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest
Believe me, that shit can be a hum-dinger
'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger
The half-time show's kinda ill
Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...)
Another nigga down and out
A crackhead with no name yo
It's just an unfriendly game
Say, turn it up, turn it up, say, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, say, turn it up
Turn it up, say, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
Volume can't be low 'cause we need to turn it up just right
Turn it up, that's my song
They play it every once in a while
Let me hear it, let me feel it
The system's pumpin', that's my style
In my car or on my stereo
I feel the bass all in my soul
It's got my body feeling rather warm
On a Friday, this is how we roll
Yeah, just turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
Volume can't be low 'cause we need to turn it up just right
At the party, havin' a good time
Playas come from everywhere, run the same old lines
"What's your name and do you have a man?
Don't talk, just dance right now and listen to this jam"
Mr. DJ, let it play
Play what I've been waiting for
There's a party over here, baby
This is what I say when I walk on through that door
Just turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
Volume can't be low 'cause we need to turn it up just right
Keep it pumpin', ain't that somethin'
Turn it up and feel the pumpin'
I MC is up in here
So throw your hands high in the air
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
Volume can't be low 'cause we need to turn it up just right
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
Volume can't be low 'cause we need to turn it up just right
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel my funky sound
Gotta get with my peeps and see what's goin' down tonight
[Punchline:]
International, globetrotter
Bratislava
This girl rolanda
Drunk my nut like Gold Schlager
In Amsterdam my blunts are rolled proper
Bahamas I get platinum pussy but only sold double copper
They "Wanna Have Fun" like Cyndi Lauper
[Masta Ace:]
Wendy Barker
Chick was a friendly stalker
Met her in Indy in a Fendi parka
Switched the plan, never got to sniff the clan
'Cause her dad came home he had a pistol man
So I jumped out the window like a bitch and ran
[Wordsworth:]
Switzerland
Suzanne that was with the band
We had sex under the stands where they sit the fans
Unzipped her pants
Rubbed the clit with my hands
Jerked me off 'till her wrists twisted and jammed
I can't wait to get my dick french-kissed in France
[Masta Ace:]
Cristol-Ann
Met her in Bristol man
Had a show with Shauwny-T and Mr. Jam
Listen fam, she had a big rack of lamb
And they caused mad problems like math exams
Ask my man, her tits caused traffic jams
[Chorus: Wordsworth (Masta Ace)]
If it's, trains, planes, or the back of the bus
Fuckin' with us, trust (We travel)
If the, price is right and the crowd is tight
Yo any time of night (We travel)
Just put us on the road (We travel)
If it's, coupe, sedan, or the back of the van
Just let us know the plan (We travel)
If your, town is small and we out on tour
Don't hesitate to call (We travel)
We will hit the road (We travel)
[Punchline:]
Yo, in India
I got an Indian chick named Dirty Red
When I cum I just aim for the dot on the forehead
Legs spread, got this girl Benet in France nice
Won't hit it 'cause the bitch too big like Kelly Price
Got head in the bathroom before my next flight
[Masta Ace:]
Vanessa White
No drawers, dress was tight
And she said she was a dike 'till I sexed her right
Switched her role', fell for the Masta plan
Touched my balls, swerved and I crashed the van
Had to jump on the train, cost me half a grand
Damn
[Wordsworth:]
Amsterdam
Holding a handicam
A tramp named Pam had cramps so she cancelled plans
Hotel Ibis
Next night bedside stripping
Blew her back out had her legs tied twitching
Fucked 'till I caused a blackout in the red light district
[Punchline:]
Check the next visit
I'm in New Orleans with Bridget
Twisted, I make the pussy fart when I hit it
My L.A. girl is here, drunk off the liquor
She slides down my pole like a Miami stripper
I got mad broads because I'm that nigga
[Chorus]
[Wordsworth:]
Uh, yo, yo
I got Nina in Vienna
Tina in Sierra
Even Phoebe in Atlanta
Trish and Trina in Savannah
Dede, Kiki, TiTi and Tameka in Havannah
Sabrina, Alexandra, Hannah, three in Indiana
Athena and Samantha from Tahiti and they dancers
Genie who was freaky, did graffiti and a Cancer
While leaving Louisiana gave a CD as a sampler
Was meeting me in Tampa
Drove to meet me with her grandma
She's from Alabama
Freaky and be easy in a camper
But we squeeze and
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" [x4]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for BK, don't play
Or you might have to get Crime Watch around your way
Cause Brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back
Say black, trying to get that fortune like Sajak
There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and
In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:
10's very simple and plain, it's petty crime
It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme
And now you think you got more Skil than power tools
But never could your feet fit up in our shoes
You only got one delivery
One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry
Don't get your spot blown up, block sewn up
I lift MC's to tone up, rip your zone up
I got more flavors than women's douche
Make ends with Mexicans and rock dreads in Flatbush
9, you can't see mine, can't find mine
Can't do mine, step to mine, when my crew find
A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this
You don't want to get beat and boxed like Biz
You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids
Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" [x8]
6, I bury that ass like Halle
All up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
Like Bob Marley, we jammin', by all means
And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
5, never judge a rapper by the song he make
Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake
And on the other hand, some of them screaming "Keep it real"
Their video's the only time they ever busted steel
4, you don't phase me, this ain't Star Trek
I know where you park your cars at, as far as that
Beef that's going on in all these spots
In parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shots
Funny, dummy, lyrics don't stun me
If I was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run me
Out this rap game, it's I.N.C. for life
Niggas gonna know soon, cause Brownsville's trife
All up in the mix like blenders
Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us
Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you
Don't lose count, let me remind you
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" [x8]
One two, one two, this be number trey
Might be in the game, but I don't think you wanna play
I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than Bay
I say, this Master jam more than Jay
And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
Can't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue us
You want to step to us, come clean on the scene
Without the drama, my team making all the green
I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen
In my ride, young teen girls getting mean
Every Day just like Mary J.
I'm downtown Brooklyn where niggas play
The corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champs
In rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happened
And that be the number one reason you can't flow
But bring back the other two shits to let 'em know
[Masta Ace: talking]
Man, I was starting to think I wasn't never getting out of here
But, umm, I'ma do things different this time, believe me
I ain't never trying to come back here again
[Guard: talking]
That's what they all say
You'll be back, they always come back
We'll save a cell for you too
[Ace: Talking]
Fuck that, you ain't gone never see my ass again
Mark my words, this time I'm staying out
Y'all waited too long for this [x4]
[Masta Ace]
Aiyyo, its been a long time just like sweet revenge
Never thought that I'd be seen on these streets again
It's been five years at least
Waiting for a piece
Bouncing off of these walls awaiting my release
Pacing like a caged lion
With rage prying
All them days trying to engage with the iron
Stuck in between a rock and a hard place
I got down on my knees, looked into God's face
Its really not the same, is it?
With low digits
And y'all ain't hold me down, ain't paid me no visits
New cats claiming shit just like they bought stock
And y'all let em move in and take over the block
I heard y'all be out there spending dubs with em
Out all night long, going to clubs with em
I guess thats what I get for having a kind heart
Today's when they life end and mine starts
[Apocalypse]
Sometimes waking up is even kinda scary
Some foul deeds I find necessary
Like the Christ and the Judas theory
I feel the hurt and scream loud but nobody hears me
My broken body bleeds heavy plus my mind is weary
Slipped the mickey when they first gave me sex
Addicted to the trees, Henneseys and cigarettes
Inhaling the toxic gases when I breath
Study words of higher deity cause him I believe
I don't pray on my knees
Just in case the evils comes like D's
I'll be ready to blast and make him bleed
In high double-digits I go back to the essence
Leave my rhymes behind so you can use em for lessons
Like a new Revelations chapter
You ain't moving slow, it's just that in my mind I'm moving faster
Sick messiah like I'm David Koresh
You done picked the wrong nigga to test
Now pick - the trey pound or the tech
Y'all waited too long for this [x5]
So you want to be in music business?
Listen
A life in rap's like a knife in the back
This life attracts some of the trifest cats
Niggaz getting deals with pipes and bats
If that don't work then they strike with gats
I know a few dudes got label deals
'Cause they crew pack steel like Navy S.E.A.L.S
And I ain't too smooth or too cool to mention
I done ran up in the label with cruel intentions
Listen, a label guy's like a bitch in disguise
He just trying to stay alive, see the twitch in his eyes?
A punch and a slap put his lunch in his lap
And a kick to the gut'll put a hunch in his back
No teeth and gummy and now he talk funny
But he set to sign off on that tour support money (that's right)
This nation's built on violent intimidations
Turn cats to hospital patients they more gracious
No promotion? Make 'em float in the ocean
Your album about to flop and he ain't showing emotion
He having a good time with a bunch of his friends
Let him find his dog dead in the trunk of his Benz
And he ignored your memo and the issues on it
Give his ass a bullet with his initials on it
You want a big advance? Don't tell him twice
Hang his ass out the window like Vanilla Ice
See cats get the message when they life on the line
But when you call from the crib with they wife on the line
This country of ours was built on violence
If your ass got in the way you was killed in silence
And these been the ways since back in the days
Just ask the Indians or the African slaves
So before you pick a logo, and choose a name
First you gotta learn the ways of the music game
"I need to talk to you right now about my royalties"...
... "My office hours are from 9 to 5"
"Fuck your office hours. I need to talk to you right now motherfucker!"...
... "What are you doing man?"
[Chorus]
These are the ways, the ways, the ways, the ways
This is how you got to get down these days
You want to get paid just remember the phrase
These are the ways, the ways, the ways, the ways
("The ways" scratched repeatedly)
These are the ways, the ways, the ways, the ways
Now if you think what I'm saying is a bunch of bull
Run up to the label now and punch a fool
And watch niggaz panic and start to run frantic
This goes for Warner, Electra, and Atlantic
And any other major on the map
Or A&R; cat who turned his back after he made you want to rap
See if you can find out a face and name
So you know when you roll who to place the blame
But Keith Murray ain't need investigators
He fuck niggaz up, ask questions later
And Diddy had a problem with Stevie Stout
Got a Cristal bottle, knocked Stevie out
Damn, he even whip a nigga ass in style
When Suge hears this record man he has to smile
And Def Jam reps wearing vests to work
'Cause they don't want they ribs and they chests to hurt
If I worked for them dudes man you won't see me
When Rocafella fall out with O.D.B. (nope)
That be a day that I'm a call out sick
'Cause niggaz cool first then they fall out quick (that's right)
Keep on thinking that it's only rap
You'll be a broke-ass nigga and a lonely cat
So before you get played out and lose your fame
First you got to learn the ways of the music game
"What the hell you talking about?"...
... "I'm talking about the cars and the clothes
and I got an even longer list of expenses:
Studio time, promotions, your expense account..."
"You trying to muscle me?"...
I got the mad wunz (3x)
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz (3x)
You know I got the mad wunz
Chorus: lord digga
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
Repeat
Verse one: ase
Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
'cause I'm gettin play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make stew
You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a song out of sand
The big bad ase'll blow them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill
But I run game like a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse just add another member
Lord d [the d stand for digga
Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much light and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your text
To chapter four, and let me break down the law
I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and
How many brothers do I know on rikers island?
One two three four five I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount
Chorus
I got the mad wunz
[kick it]
Verse two:
You sound fresh but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got magic in my johnson like potion
Try to play me ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher power
In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny
On the other hand uptown at the apollo
Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow
But I never get, I say I never get too caught up
Because I know easy come easy go
Nuff respect to the women with the job skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills
Cause I'm not the one to play piggyback
So take the crack between your legs and find another attack
And just that, mentality alone
Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz
Chorus 2x
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
Check it
Verse three:
Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better retire
I'm hot like clothes in the dryer
I got skills that you can't comprehend
I got beats that never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya [just kick it]
You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane
I don't mean to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the playmate of the month's not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz that are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad
So come and get it, come and get it one time
Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz
Chorus
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, it's the I.N.C. Ride
R to the I, D to the E, check out how we the I.N.C.
Get more Biz than Markie as I spark thee
Mike like lightnin?, that's frightenin?, I'm hypin?
Niggaz up, 'cause they don't know the score
Ooh here comes the roar, knock on your door
I wonder who it is and who could it be
Ain't nobody but the I.N.C.
Wit mo' soul than the Train I'm a reign
With 808 beats that hit big like Kane
Daddy, caddy, Coup DeVille, chill
Jump in my ride and slide down the hill
To see if we catch dem kids talking that was talkin? that mess
And tryin? to impress, never the less, yo
I gotta let ?em know they can't find us, so get behind us
'Cause we cruise in the I.N.C. Ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, it's the I.N.C. Ride
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
From the East side to the West side
From the North side to the South side
From the East side to the West side
From the North side to the South side
Ain't nobody but the A
And I'm not the one you wanna play
I'm flat like a cap on a can of flat black
Let me snap back break a nigee down with my rap
'Cause this is how we do
Who is the crew coming through with the brand new
As we flex and get fly, you cry
The roof is on fire but my name ain't Left Eye
Punks be all up on it like a Charlotte Hornet
But they full of Chicago Bull-shit 'cause they don't want it
Ooh, don't let me sing, I'm peaking
I'm freakin?, get in that ass like a G-String
And that you don't need
We'll be blowin? up like that movie speed
Indeed you're on a ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
It's the ride y'all, it's the I.N.C. Ride
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
From the East side to the West side
From the North side to the South side
From the East side to the West side
From the North side to the South side
You're in a Lexus or a Blazer
You're in a Beamer or a Benz
You're in a Corvette or a Nissan
You're in a sidekick wit your friends
You're in a Caddy, a Land Cruiser
A Range Rover, a Mustang
You're in a Burban with ten woofers
Then your system, it must bang
From the East to the West
From the North to the South
From the East to the West
From the North to the South
From the East to the West
From the North to the South
From the East to the West
From the North to the South
The I.N.C. Ride
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Incorporate the I.N.C. into a flow
Blue skys, sunshine, what a day, let's take a walk in a
Brownsville come on
Bedstop come on
Fort Green come on
Everybody come on
Queens Bridge come on
South bronx come on
Uptown come on
Everybody come on
Let's take a walk threw the deepest part of the hood
I wanna know who it was that said it was all good
He must of never been to the corner, and spent the half an hour
Longer, where you could smell reality stronger
Where they sell you grease in a box and hope that you die quicker
And if your old enough to walk to the store you can buy liqour
Where you can find a dice game at any time of the night
And somebody gets shot or stabbed every time theres a fight
Where cats die in the blue sky in the sunlight
And ya bound to get clowned for not holdin ya gun right
By little kids with great game cause they learned to take aim
At a young age, and to allude police, with a fake name
Hes tellin him, i'm Bobby Jackson from 3-B
When the fact is he's really Rashun from 4-D
Hey this is going out to your hood straight from mine
Ayyo, lets take a walk in blue skys and sunshine
Blue skys, sunshine
What a day to take a walk in a..
Overhere it's either rap hustle crack or play ball
And gats niggas carry ain't small
The cats that used to be kids when you ran the halls, is the drug lords
His broad the same chick that liked you from the 4th floor
Her older brother he the neighborhood bully
You and him cool but he keep playin ya boy cause he pussy
Where the old ladies be up in ya be-i
Callin 9-11 everytime you in the yard tryin to be high
Dice games could turn into a shootout quick
If you sayin he aced then he sayin he sixed
People waitin for the mail to get they check
And blue skys and sunshine you gotta give respect to get respect
You know
Blue skys, sunshine
What a day to take a walk in a..
Compton come on
Long beach come on
5th floor come on
Everybody come on
Brick CIty come on
Caprinne Green come on
West Philly come on
Everybody come on
And oh yeah, if you see a girl on the block be sure if you rush over
Cause 14 year old girls be dressin like the much older
See that one chick walkin the block tryin to get paid
Is in the same class as ya sister and still in the 10th grade
And ya might see ya neighbor, down at the corner Bodega
Buyin the malt liqour in exchange for a used sega
You can even buy ya clothes on the block, imagine that
From Versace to a cool-g sweater, and a matchin hat
See this cats got a big bag of stuff that he just stole
It's the same old routine, but it never gets old
And ya might catch a cab if you live on the right block
From Black Pearl to White Top yo they might stop
They got a bulletproof partition, cause niggas draw heat
But the driver, got a bigger one, up under the seat
See cats dont really wanna kill they tryin to eat
Yo ain't it a nice day to take a walk in the street
Lets go
Blue skys, sunshine
[Masta Ace]
Uh-oh.. ("DOH!") yeah..
M.A. .. ("WOO-HOO!")
All my niggaz from the Brook'.. what?
Yeah, yeah ("Doh!") - you ready?
What? Y'all niggaz ain't ready
One-two one-two, one-two one-two
Uhh, y'all niggaz ain't ready
Uhh, check me out yo
Y'all don't wanna hear the shit I got
Kid I got the hot shit - did I stop?
Hell no, gotta stay bent like an elbow
Sell mo' than those other niggaz tryin to blow
I'm dyin to flow, got tricks like I'm buyin a hoe
Fuck around and you dyin a slower death
Move shit from right to left
North to South, nigga put his foot in his mouth
All I need is a place to stand, Ace the man
Bought rims and we laced the van
Kitted it up, fitted it up, made it look good
Swallowed your words now you spittin it up
Bought a crib with a pool in the back {"WOO-HOO!"}
Write a verse and I'm schoolin the wack
Takin it there, you know me like a relative
like your Auntie, but makin you want me
Flaunt me in your CD like a "Symphony"
How we used to, when we was Juice Crew
Who's who? Don't nobody care no more
Stare no more, get out their chair no more
Scott LaRock ain't here no more
No Biggie, no 'Pac - gotta keep on, don't stop
[Chorus: Masta Ace]
Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out)
or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out)
With the cash in your hand like half a grand
cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out)
Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out)
Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out)
When you back that up gon' hear me shout
cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out)
[Masta Ace]
Chain with the piece stoned out
Car chromed out, and then we roamed out
to the club where we zoned out - all night long
it's on, hope a nigga play my song
Cause we come then we go just like the quick cash
Whiplash, niggaz always tryin to flash
Middle of the club, be on the cell phone
Nigga that busy, he need to stay home
I done been a few times here
Plus I met a few dimes here
Show more love than lights in Times Square
Everytime I see one, stop and stare
Copped a beer - a few rums'n'cokes
Nuns and popes pray for us
Every single day for us - tryin to find a way for us
Y'all don't really wanna play wit us, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Masta Ace]
Watch.. I'ma turn life to art
Play the part, watch how I climb the chart
Look for the beef and it's bound to start
Little bit of money tear niggaz apart
Figure you're smart, figure you'll spit the game
Get the fame, gold plaque with the frame
Five years later though, shit the same
Niggaz still really don't know your name - look
M.A., behind the wheel
Find a real label then sign a deal
And don't give a damn 'bout the mass appeal
That's the real, the world just has to feel
what I drop, when I drop, can I drop -
- more hot shit, then I cop the blue 5
and go up to one-two-five, you drive
I just wanna stay alive, a-ight?
[Chorus]
[Chorus: w/ "The Simpsons" samples]
Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) ("DOH!")
or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) ("Doh!")
With the cash in your hand like half a grand
cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) ("WOO-HOO!")
Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out)
Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out)
When you back that up gon' hear me shout
cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out)
("Ay carumba!")
[Strick]
Yeah, big Strick, let's get it on...
Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack
Nope, I'm sorry, it's that you said something dope
Fuck it, it don't matter, 'cause I know shit ain't really like that
'Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that
You on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!"
What the fuck you comin' back for?
I pulled up to the front of the club and hurried and scurried up out the back door
Just in time 'fore your ass got a cracked jaw
Made 'cause I stack more, and what the Lakers sign Shaq for?
Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for?
I'm real, you a ac-tor, I'm hot, you just not a fac-tor
You on some bound to do, I'm on some already done shit
I'll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit'
And I don't came wit' the style you probably 'bout to come wit'
You the opposite of smart faeces, get it? Dumb shit
Couldn't give a fuck who you run wit'
Or them niggas you 'bout to go get
Matter of fact, go get 'em, you'll just be layin' on the floor wit' 'em
Lookin' up at me talkin' 'bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit 'em?
I really don't know these niggas, I just did a show wit' 'em
Went back to the telly and I hit a couple of hoes wit' em
Met 'em at the studio an' just spit a couple of flows wit' 'em
Bought a bag of dro and just sat back and got high wit' 'em"
Oh yeah, that's good to know, now you 'bout to die wit' 'em
Head straight to the pearly gate, say hi to the big guy wit' 'em
Or take it to that other level, down with the devil and fly wit' 'em
Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit' 'em
Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit' 'em (bye, momma)
'Cause duke, I'm the hottest nigga on earth right now
And bust my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now
Nothing's what your life is worth right now
I've been in shit for too long, it's about time I burst
A & R's ready to quit 'cause they ain't find me first
Record labels ready to shut down 'cause they ain't sign me first
So let me stop right now 'cause I know y'all niggas be dieing to be writing
my verse
[Chorus: Young Zee]
If y'all don't know how we get sent on
From twelve at night to the cracks o' dawn
Got girls in the back takin' off they thongs
Then feelin' that something's wrong!
If y'all don't know how we get sent on
From twelve a.m. to the early morn'
If you seen them things then blow ya horn
'Cause if ya not there's something wrong!
[Masta Ace]
I came outta rap training camp as a reigning champ
An' lay motherfuckers down just like the pain of a cramp
I won't stop 'til I see my name and my face on a stamp
And y'all still won't be able to stick me or fuck wit' me
I'm 'bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty
Took shots but I duck swiftly, you just missed me
Fuck Alice, ????, Norton and fuck Trixie
I'ma fuck like it's my honeymoon 'til I touch sixty
You ain't a thug so don't try to get tough with me
If you think about tryna hit me, you'll get snuffed quickly
Deep down, hate Bobby Brown, but love Whitney
At times I wish it was O.J and the glove fit me
Then I wouldn't have to hear none of you wack niggas
Talk about how your crew's rich and you stack figures
In my hand's a chrome gun with a black trigger
I know you think your shit's big, but I pack bigger
Just ask your wife, 'cause I blasted her pipes
If I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life?
You's a pussy, I can tell by your song
Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong
Got sugar in your tank, you probably shit syrup
The world's about to see what it is when I hit Europe
And when I come back on for my birthday
I'ma do another video, too explicit to play
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Ace, Zee, yo Strick, Bricks, Zee, Outsidaz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Niggas fear me like the fear of Aids
I take out pretty boys wearin' shades
Or thug niggas with they hair in braides
Then fuck yo' girl through that thing she wearing
Get her pregnant to leave that bitch a single parent
Got mad cars, you probably apin' in a Jaguar
Drunk at Justin's, while you hang out at a fag bar
Scared at jail, but at home you tryna rob
When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys
Girls pile up in Young Zee room
I fucked the wives of about twenty ?brooms? on they honeymoons
We had a check sellin' bottles of rock
An' so much dope came we re-modelled the spot
That's why y'all cats spittin' ??????????
See you grinnin' when I stop and the rims keep spinnin'
Fuck with Zee I'll bash ya face
[Verse One: Masta Ace]
I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street
From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat
She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece
She danced at this club and made the guys holler
And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars
The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke"
Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne
Who always bettin' money on the Giants game
As soon as it's on yo I stayed away
Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay
I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper
Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper"
Went to the bar checked the score
Got the bartender told him what to pour
He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup
And told me the game was tied "7up"
Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance
Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance
To spend a little money trying to see the rest
She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress
But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go
I already saw the show
See I went to a club like this in Toronto
And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough
And ever since then I see and see clear
You never find love in this atmosphere
Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in
Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing
So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye
And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky
No matter where you from or which way you leaning
Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning
[Chorus: Jean Grae]
Don't you know we got a lot in here
Wanna be a part of what we got in here
Sorta like we got the whole block in here
No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here
Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o
Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go
Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap
I just hope you know, it don't stop
[Verse Two: Masta Ace]
The Y2k is a brand new "era"
I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra
I wonder how long I'll be in this biz
Cuz it's not all "cheer" like you think it is
There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose
Just ask any rapper who paid dues
Everybody now and then bound to struggle
I just grab my wife and we lay and "snuggle"
We talk about the "ivory" coast how one day
We gonna sail on the "tide" and get whisked away
Look up at the stars ‘til the crack of "dawn"
Hold up I never leave your side for long
But for now I keep on making you "bounce"
And make "sure" something in my checking accounts
Grab my cell phone and then start to "dial"
Take a look at my life and start to smile
It's funny how the game make you change your tone
Cuz the "joy" of my life is the microphone
So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing
Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean
[Chorus: Jean Grae]
Don't you know we got a lot in here
Wanna be a part of what we got in here
Sorta like we got the whole block in here
No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here
Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o
Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go
Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap
[Verse One]
At times I don't know who I be
And when I look in the mirror its like I don't know who I see
Am I even moving at all?
Cuz I swear I can't tell if my life is improving at all
Every time I got a pen in my hand
I forget every time before that one has been in my hand
And I write for the moment, get it tight how I want it
Get the right lawyer on it cuz I might wanna own it
I tussle and I fight, I hustle and I write
I struggle every night with every muscle in my mic
I'm in this rap race trying to eat the cheese
But y'all don't know my name like Alicia Keys
My face ain't familiar, neither is my music
If shit don't soon change I be the one to lose it
I drink a little liquor tryin' to heal my nerves
Cuz y'all don't listen here and feel my words
But something's wrong with y'all, ain't nuttin' wrong with me
And happy in my life is what I long to be
And happy in my life is what I'm gonna be
What you see in me is what I was born to be
From the day that my moms first birthed a child
She didn't need the world to make it worth the while
So I don't need no magazine to reach the pinnacle
Screw a review and you can eat the interview
Cuz that's what y'all seem to tend to do
Them cats you cover all seem identical
Through it all I weave like the park was here
And shine underground cuz it's darkest there
[Chorus]
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
[Verse Two]
Y'all industry niggaz should be feeling ashamed
Y'all like "he ain't still in the game, he's stealing the name"
Oh wait just a sec that's straight disrespect
Take shit and get and don't be late with the check
I'm on the underground trying to scrape and scrounge
And sure it feel good to take a break and lounge
All these ups and downs like a roller coaster
Life is a bitch I'm trying to hold her closer
I'm killin' every nigga in sight
The bigger the dog, the bigger the fight
If you really say you know me then you'd figured I might
Try to use my anger as a trigger to write
I put it down simple on the paper or pad
Try to take a stab at what is making me mad
I jump on the track and I ride it through
And do it for the people that are tried and true
But y'all so fickle y'all love me today
And tomorrow love another cat and shove me away
But most ain't committed to do it how I did it
In the way that I did it, in the way that I spit it
It's like my burst of truth and it might hurt the booth
But first the proof, it gave birth to youth
Rap's like trying to take a piss in the wind
I'm just glad to know that some of y'all are listenin' in
[Chorus]
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
Keep movin' along, keep bringin' it on, and keep singin' the song
Try and listen
[VERSE 1: Masta Ace]
Last month I spent two weeks on a vacation
I had a dream that I was inside of my PlayStation
Did you ever lay down, take a nap and loose it?
I dreamt I was stuck in this game called Rap Music
I started off underground in a dark room
With a freestyle, a sawed-off pump and a harpoon
That transform to a pen in case of a words war
And opened the first door that led to the first floor
I got attacked by a couple of rap acts
They wore dreads, these army pants and these backpacks
I hit one over the head with a broken verb
The muthafucka tried to hit me with some spoken word
But it didn't work, and I finished him and his boys
And disappeared from the scene without makin a noise
I used up four bars but I earned a punchline
And proceeded to Level 2: Land of the Unsigned
[CHORUS]
We don't play those games
Would you listen here?
What I'm doin here?
Get me outta here
We don't play those games
This is gettin wild
Can you tell me how?
Let me out now
We don't play those games
How'd I get in here?
Let me outta here
What I'm doin here?
We don't play those games
This is no fun
Got me on the run
Rap 2K1
[VERSE 2: Masta Ace]
I got attacked right away when I walked in
By a four-foot manager with a contract and a pen
I put up my force shield to block any attempt
At this shrimp drainin my life 20 percent
The floor opened up and I almost fell inside
But I used my mic right, I swung to the other side
And just when I thought I avoided the booby trap
I got slapped by a female MC with a doobie rag
And this chick was tryin to be herd like she raised cattle
But I remembered somethin I seen on the Blaze Battle
Whoever sold you them shoes, they fooled you
I killed her with a verse about her fucked up weave and her fake FUBU
A record exec then appeared in a black limo
And started to attack with a bag full of wack demos
And I will admit: it was hard as hell to kill
So I stabbed him with an invoice and a studio bill
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Masta Ace]
I made it to the next level: Above Ground
My soundscanner then picks up on this bug sound
I pull out the sawed-off pump and I get it cocked
And that's when this A&R; crawled from under a rock
And start shootin opinions, I stop, drop and I roll
Cause if they was to hit me, they'd penetrate to my soul
I hid behind some trees and I held my weapon tightly
His street team was up on the roof tryin to snipe me
It took a while to finish em all but I finally did it
Then out comes this powerful beast known as the critic
With a fully loaded magazine and mad drama
My harpoon shots just bounced off of his armor
Now I wish I would've stayed down in the dark caves
I'm runnin towards these big-ass fans with these sharp blades
But he was right behind me holdin a flame thrower
Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is
Considering how long you've been in the game
All the places you been and all the songs that you've done
And all the cats you've worked with
Is there anything you'd do differently?
What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?
If I never recorded another song
If I was wrong and nothin' I spitted was ever strong
If I never perform at another venue
If this genuine love doesn't continue
If none of my records was ever sold
If I fold and I never see platinum or even gold
If no one ever again can recall, if I stalled
And start workin' part time at the mall
If there's no more shows for be to dabble in
No more travelin', leavin' the show in Maryland
If none of my songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's never a chance again to be seen
On the pages inside of another magazine
If the luxuries in life I can't [unverified] or afford
If I never win the Billboard or the Source award
I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy
Even if Marley never put me on 'The Symphony'
But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it
It's considered the first verse I ever spitted
I release I'm still apart of history
I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery
See I got a lotta love for what I do in life
And after this I'm then I'ma find somethin' new in life
I guarantee ya it'll be somethin' that I really love
I give thanks for my life to God up above
That I'm blessed to have a job I enjoy doin'
And now as a man doin' what I was a boy doin'
The only difference is now I get to eat from it
I never though I would be known on the street from it
And if not one fan that shows gratitude
And if they see me they walk by with an attitude
It was still an enjoyable ride
Yeah, big up to Kane, Biz Mark and The Pharcyde
And of course to all of my past labelmates
Y'all keep on risin' like the cable rates
Ay yo, Premier and Guru, this goes out to you
Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
I don't know if it's the end but yo, it might be
Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee
And everybody in the game I ever worked with
And all the chicks up in the game I used to flirt with
But if I never get another piece of show coochie
Never see no Louie Vattone or no Gucci
No more suede and linen or designer denim
No more Jeeps with 1,000 watt systems in 'em
No more sittin' on chrome with those Parelli shoes
No more gettin' my name up in the daily news
No more Lexus, Coups, Beamers and Benzes
No more Cardiac frames with colored lenses
No more chains and bracelet, and no baguettes
[Masta Ace:]
Yeah, Yeah....Check it...
[Verse One]
All yall niggas better Jet cuz I'm a Giant
rap supplying, nigga that's raw like a Lion
I come from Brooklyn, land of robbers and Steelers
and drug dealers, that's more truck than eighteen wheelers
and last week this nigga named Ben, this drug Chief
from Brownsville that got stuck up and now it's beef
cuz words out, that it was Shaquan from Cypress Hills
who came off, with two hundred thou in small bills
But he forgot a Cardinal rule of the street
you do dirt, you keep your mouth shut, or feel the heat
stupid! The very next day he bought a Benz
and came back 'round the way waving to his friends
his brand new 420 was milked like a Cow-
Boy, screaming, "How ya'll like me now?"
but you know how niggas is, they see and they Hawk
they get jealous when you pop shit, and then they talk
and Ben got hoes on the streets as well
one of Ben Gal's overheard this kid Latrell
and he was saying, that he was down with Shaquan
and if he didn't get a green Jaguar, then it was on
he was mad, cuz his man, was living larger
and he was still driving 'round his mom's dodge Charger
with no rims and beat up timbs, he played us
sayin he'd hold the dough, the feds could Raidas
and in two weeks, everybody'd get they cut
when Ben found out it was them he said "what?"
he got on the phone and called his little gun Packers
cuz they dressed like Black Panthers and drive geo trackers
and Broncos, with big ass tires and dark tint
and they all carried dessert Eagles, that's how it went
[Verse Two]
It's sunday night and my team just lost
plus the Dolphins got blown out by Randy Moss
and the Vikings, I'm inside the food spot on new lots
gettin some chicken, that's spicy hot
with french fries, "Give me the combo, number 3"
I hear *car horn* I look outside and who I see?
I see Shaquan, pushing his Benz, it's pearl white
with white leather, he four deep, and looking tight
in his new whip, he's with these cats I've never seen
I can tell, they ain't no Saints, they lookin' mean
he pulls up, in front of this weed spot, disguised
and jumps out, drinking his Colt 45
in a tall can, he go the the door and start breakin'
on Red, who run the spot, this old Jamaican
like forty-nine or fifty years old, he's making ends
and Shaquan be fuckin with, one of Red's Kins
named Keisha, but anyway, they arguing
these three jeeps roll pass fast in unison
they make u-turns, and I'm like "Yo, not being rude
but word up, hurry the fuck up with my food"
but it's too late, the first jeep, the one in the lead
Rams the back of the benz at full speed
and all I could do is whistle
and watch bullets fly through the windshield like Patriot missles
the other two jeeps, jet black as Falcons pull up screeching
but Shaquan ain't reaching
four or five cats jump out, holding heat
and check on the niggas dead up in the back seat
Red the Jamaican thows his hands in the air
he like, "Bloodclot...whats all of this Buccaneer?"
but niggas ain't care if he was down with them or not
wrong place, wrong time, and they both got shot [gun blast]
thirty minutes later, police is everywhere
the murder scene is way to grizzly for me to Bear
so for players, better peep this song
when you on top, feeling yourself, its Not For Long [echo to fade]
[...i think underground is
Whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time
So long as it's the truth... truth... truth...]
Verse one:
I could tell the pimped-est story
About street homicide, and make it sound gory
Cause you know, shit be happenin everyday
And then on the weekends twice as much shit comes into play
So I better watch my back or
I might get caught up, in a fuckin crack war
So I use the back door, cause the front ain't safe
Seven different brothers got stuck and I don't wanna be the eighth
Don't make no sense
Walkin through my own neighborhood I feel tense
Don't wanna carry no gun
Cause the cops be stoppin us, and pattin us down just for fun
So, the only protection I got
Is my smitties, but how many kids get shot
Fuckin that throw up your hands shit
And fight like a man but he don't get to land shit
Not one punch, the only hit
Was when his head hit the concrete, got knocked clean off his feet
Got a lot of blood on they shoes
But they got that rolex, and jumped in the cruise
Late model sedan, either blue or black
Was the only description, no plates in the back
I know one thing, they ain't from around here
But what block would dare to come down here
Stickin up shit, must be new jacks
Trying to get a rep, they better watch they backs *echoes*
[...they better watch they backs *gets steadily louder*]
[guess what happened to me when I was wa-walk-wah-walkin down the street]
They better watch they backs!
Verse two:
Cause my man shiloh, is out on the prowl
With some east medina, brothers that's foul
Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers
Have to walk on, from black young brothers
It's bad enough, that if I walk through a white
Neighborhood, that, I gotta be prepared for a fight
Why should I be scared of the dark?
Scared on a brother that be lurkin in the park
I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood
But someone's always up to no good
Niggaz ain't never gonna make no progress
Killin one another, but you know I guess
I'm feelin thirsty, I'm goin to the store
If anybody calls, I went to the store!
["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block" -- scarface]
["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block"]
Verse three:
Well it's quiet on the block tonight
Everything is peaceful, I'm feelin alright
Yo there go dino, and little jamar
And yo that must be, a stolen car
I think they see me, they puttin up the two
Fingers meaning peace, then check what they do
Come pullin up in an eighty-three deuce and
Jump out the car and start producin
Automatic handguns, both of them got one
Some kid in the backseat sticks out a shotgun
It can't be, but I guess it can
That I know the kids in the black sedan
*gunshots fire*
I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood...
Why should I be scared of the dark?
["say fuck it put a cap in a nigga" -- scarface]
["this type of sh-shi-shit it happens eve-eve-everyday" -- slick rick]
May I see your driver's license, please? may I see your driver's
Liscense, please. what's that in your cassette deck?
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical
Approach to the coarse and the force is centrifical
Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin em?
Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin em
When they take a loss, take a loss to the master and
I throw crazy blows and they know I be plasterin
All across the room, on the ceilings and the walls too
Punk muthafuckas didnt know I had the balls to
Come around their block with my cock diesel system and
Turned it up to ten and then start to dis em and
They didn't wanna battle
If they did, when they saw me they'da open up the trunk
But they tried to ignore me
Hey muthafuckas, I know you hear me calling you
Thought you wanted some but I see that you all into
Frontin. ain't no future in your frontin, so let's get it on
Like marvin gaye (hey)
Take the cash and sit it on
The hood of your bullshit, lowriding cadillac
Back up your boys and let's start to battle. act
Like ya know; the masta ase don't play when it come to my bass
Ima jeep ass niguh
Drivin down the block; like what else shoulda brotha do?
It's saturday, it's saturday, the heat might smotha you
Rollin down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditiona
But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
Waitin at a red light; kentucky fried chicken and
Low end theory tape in; bass crazy kickin and
See this puerto rican latin chico, rico, suave
In a red corolla; ay yo, does he wanna play?
Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it
Holdin up up traffic but we can't hear they horns
Cause he got music ?
Yea, he got it goin on
But I think I better school em, cause he don't know the time
So I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine
Brothas hear me from like fifty blocks away
I - wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high
Decibals
Passin through a residential disctrict
See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
Mira, mira, man
Don't sleep, I got the, I got the, I got the woofers in my jeep
Ima jeep ass niguh
Ima jeep ass niguh
Black boy, black boy, turn that shit down
You know that america don't wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum jungle music
Go back to afrika
Niguh, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up traffic
I'll be damned if I listen
So cops, save your breath and
Write antoher ticket if you have any left and
I'm breakin eardrums while I'm breakin the law
I'm disturbin all the peace cause sister soldier said, "war"
So catch me if ya can, if ya can. here's a donut
Cause when you drive away, yo, you know ima go nut
And turn it up yo where it was before.nice try,
But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eye
If wonder if I blasted
A little elvis presley
Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me?
I doubt, doubt it
They'll probably start dancin,
Jumpin on my dick and
Pissin in they pants and
Wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis
But you know my name, so you never hear no elvis (word)
Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit
Guards on my side so watch what the devil get
Positivity hittin like fifty level deep
Comin out the, comin ou the woofers in my jeep
Ima jeep ass niguh
Ima jeep ass niguh
Yeah... it's a real sad story
Show you just how unjust this world is
Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack
Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick
There's a cop running right behind you with a stick
Better run Jack run Jack run Jack run
Better hide that gun Jack hide that gun Son
Things look bad now, they're gonna get worse though
Look, there's an alley, take off in a burst yo
It sure is dark Jack, it smells like piss aiyyo
Look at that big rat, here hit him with this
Uh-oh quiet, here comes that copper
Get in this garbage can and put it on the top
uhhh, yeah yeah that's pretty slick
What a trick, he walked right past, what a dick
I think he's gone now, ready set, now jet
You better run Jack run Jack don't stop yet
There's a patrol car, they're searchin the area
You think you're scared now, it's gonna get scarier
Don't be mosin, they're closin in kid
See what having that darker skin did
Now which way Jack, cause you need a breather
And a good lawyer, you won't get either
Up those stairs Jack, your sister's building
The cops will leave soon, so stay there till then
But she's not home so you can keep on knockin
Take out a slim jim and pick the lock and
now you're safe, can you believe those guys?
Hunting you down with such hate in their eyes
But now you can rest Jack, but oh what a mess black
Run to the bathroom, and flush away the crack
Maybe you shoulda just kept your mouth quiet
Never knew that it would cause such a riot
Peek out the window, to see who's lurkin
Twenty cop cars, hey this ain't workin
Someone saw you when you dipped inside they're
comin up the stairs there's no place to hide, yeah
Good thing you didn't ditch the gun like I said G
You'd be a sittin duck, dead full of lead see
They didn't come to arrest and take you back
they came to finish and diminish you Jack
You shoulda never said that you would start tellin
on the cops that was down with the drugs you was sellin
So now it's time to take the nine from your back
Cause they're kickin down the door, good luck Jack
*gunfire*
Jack B. Nimble (2X)
[Welcome to the wonderful world of sex]
[Masta Ace]
I'm sayin though right after the shows over
tour bus is outside, matter a fact
this club gotta bathroom and a basment
watever, I'll have ya know
[Masta Ace]
I will be delighted to fuck you
Outside, vocal booth, plane, train, automobile or even in the lunch room
Once the period in your private area drys
We could fuck on your kitchen counter like american pie
Where I had to keep the sperm muzzle (uh huh)
I grab your head while your giving it
like I'm bangin it against the turnbuckle
Its my boys turn to to fuck you
There is 8 of them, and you gotta mouth to help
so they could take turns in couples 1, 2 aiiyo 1, 2
Check it, Masta Ace, Punch an Words on the same record
Ladies in the place all I need is a second
A small conversation, before we both naked
And if ya come back to the hotel, I wont go tell I promise
I like to swing my bat like Frank Thomas
And if ya let me get to third base when we alone
Theres a good change I'm gonna try to steal home
Sorry!!
[Punchline]
My games tight when I'm twistin these hoes I dont play
Fuck raw, I keep a hat on like Cool J
I take short strokes to make the sex last
Till they scream "go deep" like they throwin a long pass
You get long dick no cash, pure game
When we fuck, your face wrinkle up like a sharpay
Everyday all day, sex you love it
Are you the type of freak chick that like to fuck in public
[Hook]
[Masta Ace] Waterbeds, Hottubs - Yeah I like that
[Wordsworth] Hot sex on the platter - Yeah I like that
[Punchline] Slow Tracks candle wax - Yeah I like that
[Masta Ace] Anywhere dont matter - Yeah I like that
[Masta Ace] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[Punchline] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[Wordsworth] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[All] Wats up - Wats up, [x2]
[Wordsworth]
Now those are the first couple of verses the one with the show
Aiiyo Ace tell these women what you want them to know
[Masta Ace]
Yo, I can fuck from the morest today, to the gladest night
Have a threesome, with me, my girl and a baddest dike
And not know Ellen DeGenerus, manish type
Im talking about a Jennifer Lopez spanish type
Dont be afraid of the sex capade
Black cats that get fuck, white cats that get laid
You better eat your wheaties, and just rest up
Just incase somebody call you and say "lets fuck"
[Punchline]
I take them (?) your dressed up, sober or X'ed up
Leave chicks fatigue, they gotta rest up
Its messed up, I fuck till I'm burnt out
Forget the hair salon, I'm a sweat your perm out
Im the type to book a hotel room with 5 dikes
And get pussy like everydays my prom night
Punch always rose wit a proper squad
And my hoes stop traffic like crossing guards
[Wordsworth]
You a stranger so execpt sex for filtility
But I'll fuck you and help you collect this ability
18 and over bend your knees to your shoulders
And hurt your bladder, and make it hard for you to pee when your older
On your knees folded, dont need trojans
Deep throat till my scrodum not showin and your teeths broken
It dont matter silcon or real breast
You aint good with filasheo
Watch HBO's real sex
[Hook]
[Masta Ace] Handcuffs tied up - Yeah I like that
[Wordsworth] Hotel Motel - Yeah I like that
[Punchline] Blindfold camcorder - Yeah I like that
[Wordsworth] Between us wont tell - Yeah I like that
[Masta Ace] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[Punchline] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[Wordsworth] Aiyyo ya like that - You know I like that
[All] Wats up - Wats up, [x2]
Yeah I like that
(It's the way I hold you) [x7]
[Masta Ace]
I will never forget the day that we first met
I wasn't even feelin you then but worse yet
I was all up in the mix with one of your friends
and when you seen us you would always give me one of your grins
like if I only knew what I was missin
I would quit kissing on this chick and change my position
I really thought you and my man was a better match
I never thought you was the type that I could catch
I used to see you out in the park with different cats
them big willie types that rocked them pimp hats
had every other guy on the block trying to get you
wishing that they had that rap to get with you
felt you was out of my league
its like if you was silk and linen then I was fatigue
I never would have pictured you and me together
but its like the way I hold you we was meant to be together
come on.
[Chorus]
(It's the way I hold you) [x8]
The way I hold you it feels so good (yeah)
I don't ever wanna let you go(a-ha)
can't see you with nobody else, (no)
I just really had to let you know,(yeah)
It's the way I hold you
It's the way I hold you
It's the way I hold you
[Masta Ace]
Now I spend most of my time just being with you
early on I was afraid to be seen with you
cuz I knew cats would do anything they could
to stop us from being together, its all good
they was mad cuz I got you and they didn't
some even tried to approach me I'm not kidding
had to be ten times I got into a fight
with niggas tried to say I wasn't hitting it right -
They kept on hating just kept on waiting
hoping that we'd break up but we kept dating
never knew it would be so hard to be with you
I should make it easy on my self and just quit you.
(Make it easy on myself) [x2]
I need to make it easy on my self
Yup, I need to make it easy on my self
Yup, I need to make it easy on my self
and just leave you alone
No Wait! When I hold you if feels so great
I realize and recognize that you're my soul mate
Its us forever had to let you know
its like I told you imma hold you never let you go
come on.
[Chorus]
[Jean Grae]
One-Two check it
you should have known from way back I tried to amp you
try to speak on your skillz when other niggas felt me
but you know that if you wasn't with me they can't even hear you right
and if you try to snatch me up it'd probably turn into a fight
I been through my phases with cats and shakes
I know you seen me chillin' with fake players
who tried to grab me in the club and dance with me on the stage in gators
they say you just hatin
-you jealous of the money that they're makin
Peep stripper broads, thugs in golds and punks
Cats would front, get me high with all the smoke from the blunts
its not love its just lust
they always put me down when shit gets rough,
I can't do it alone, I need someone to hold me right tell me their feelings
speak on us to they boys, that's why we dealin
niggas startin rumors like we ain't chilling or split up
when you've been writing poems for me just to shut they lip up
and there's still cats who try to touch me when they spot me alone
try to tap me just to see if im turned on
but it's the way you speak to me
its like we on the same frequency
and when you hold me, you make peak
come on
Yea, goin' out to the H double
That's for you, you, and you
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows)
[Verse One]
As I travel through various towns and strange places
I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
The game races and cats try to catch it
Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
The hood's like a sitcom
Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
Young cats be sellin' the rock
Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
But desperate times call for desperate means
It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
Only take one bad apple to poison the good
This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
And wherever I go it's the same as home
It's the H double O D the name is known
[Chorus]
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows) Listen
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows)
[Verse Two]
They got wild and rough blocks where it's hard to trust cops
Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
That kid was a fine scholar
Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
They keep hoping that they number coming
They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
Old ladies keep they purse in the front
Cuz them fiends on the prowl it's the first of the month
And you still feel good when you there, yup
And you know you in the hood when you there
They got one in every spot on the planet
And if you wasn't raised there you prolly can not stand it
Some call it the hood I'm calling it home
And there's love feel it all in my poem…what they got?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
H dot O dot O dot D
Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies
Or fifty other spots that are just like these
Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
Where some so broke they're not used to breakfast
Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too
D.C. feel me, I can tell they do
When will it change? Never I know
And I see the same things wherever I go
[Chorus]
[beat stops]
Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohh, put your hands together
And show your love for the one and only
Hey yo, the world gon' show me some love, listen
And I'm not talkin' 'bout the fakes hugs and kissin'
Fifteen years, a lot of love is missin'
I done already showed I'm not above the dissin'
I'ma take what I'm owed, won' wait 'til I'm old
The game got rules and y'all breakin' the code
Y'all don't really think I can be hot in the club
Y'all think I'm washed up like I got in the tub but
I'm keepin' it poppin', the streets watchin'
I'm keepin' 'em locked and the beat knockin'
Hear me comin' with this song that I brung in
Daddy-O told me this when I was still a young'un
"Ain't nothin' like hip hop music
That's why we choose it and the world just can't refuse it"
This shit is underground like a gopher
Show a little love 'fore it's over
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
(Something you feel thing)
Ohh, let me make you, you
(Come on, let me make you sing)
(Gimme that good ol' love)
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
Whoa, ohh
(Something you feel thing)
(Come on, let me make you sing)
Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket
In the club niggaz knock it wit' a dub in the pocket
They walk in the store, I love when they cop it
Make you other rappers struggle to top it
But this man flow with the greatest ease
Never did care about the haters, please
He done paid his dues, paid his fees
He done stayed overseas, made his G's
But now I got a wife and she bad as Halle
Her moms is a militant, dad is rowdy
The fans kind of act like they glad I'm outtie
But they prolly sittin' at home sad and pouty
You show me some love, I'ma show it right back
I know a tight track so I throw it like that
My limo driver's white, my attorney black
Show me some love like I'm Bernie Mac
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
(Something you feel thing)
Ohh, let me make you, you
(Come on, let me make you sing)
(Gimme that good ol' love)
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
Whoa, ohh
(Something you feel thing)
(Come on, let me make you sing)
This is for my Shaolin shooters and my Brooklyn teens
Uptown Bronx and them crooks in Queens
I work like a maid when she cooks and cleans
'Cuz it's about to be a wrap from the looks of things
The game is changed, the game is strange
The game is lame and it ain't the same
But that's how it is, you can ask Iz
You can ask Biz, we did it for the kids
Listen here, this is different here
If you got an eye for detail and efficient ear
I won't disappear, I'ma keep on givin'
I'ma keep on livin', I'ma keep bein' driven
I'm down to earth and I'm close to ground
And spit shit better than most around
This's how hip hop is supposed to sound
Tear them other cats' posters down now
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
(Something you feel thing)
Ohh, let me make you, you
(Come on, let me make you sing)
(Gimme that good ol' love)
Give me some of that good ol' love
(Got to be the real thing)
Whoa, ohh
(Something you feel thing)
(Come on, let me make you sing)
New York, New Jersey, Philly, D.C. Virginia
Chi-Town, St. Louis, Houston, Atlanta
Los Angeles, San Francisco
England, Scotland, Germany, Austria
Sweden, Switzerland, France, Italy
Croatia, Spain, Slovenia, Japan
[Masta Ace]
its tha bass
in yo face
Yo yo yo
YEAH!!!
1,2 1,2 uh thousand
M.A, uh it dont stop uh
it dont stop uh
yeah another one nigga wat!
Another one
[Verse 1]
M.A, I ride these tracks wit no pedels
and hold medels, since I was born i've been so ghetto
I grew up in the projects called Howitt
and if you ran from a fight, you was a coward, and got devoured
Since then, aint much change as far as I go
Accept that, I dont eat pork and I do Tybo
Still ghetto like old sneakers an new strings
or a little baby with a chain, and a few rings
I'm ghetto like a Lucy Newport
I'm ghetto like smokin' weed, drivin' through Oakland pumpin' Too $hort
A long with a few quatres, and a six-pack of St.I'z
Tha same guyz that always get high, off what you bought
I'm ghetto like turning your channels with a pair of pylers
Alotta cats claim that they ghetto, but they're liars
It's plain to see, I'm so ghetto as I claim to be
whos got as much ghetto game as me, Nobody!!
[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
Yes I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
when I'm Ghetto like...you
[Verse 2]
Every night on my block police question the theifs
I'm ghetto like finding a bottle, and catchin bees
I'm ghetto like rockin do-rag in a new jag
with NO licence and NO registration,NO hesatation
I'm ghetto like 4 chicken wings and french fries
and still wanna freestyle on the bench with the guyz
I'm ghetto like red kool-aid with madd sugar
I'm ghetto like my 3 niggas Smurf,Poonchy and Boogar
I still go back on the block to see friends
and ghetto like a benz with a spare, and 3 rims
I'm ghetto like medicade, I went to school in the ghetto and I still gotta better grade
there's a whole lotta chedder made, people are soo broke
I'm ghetto like taking a shower with no soap
An from the heart this the way it gotta be
You can take me outta it, but cant take it outta me
Hear me out
[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
yes I'm Ghetto like...you
[Verse 3]
I'm ghetto like a big blonde weieve and some lee press-ons
and ruker park with high heels and a new dress on
I'm ghetto like them chicks that hate kobe's white feonsay
I wanna try to fight her, Brandy and Bionsay
I'm ghetto like them bitches who boost minx and a griddle
YO! I'm more ghetto than a crab end on merdole
I'm ghetto like goin' to the grammys in a Va'lore
try the dress, than the next day taking it back to the store
including the shoes you wore, with the bottom taped up
so you could dance all night without getting the bottom scraped up
I'm ghetto like going food shopping at house slippers and pink rollers
pushing 2 babies in 1 stroller
Can a rapper tell you he more ghetto than me
M.A theres nothing in the world that I would rather be
Then Ghetto [echos]
Yeah! Soooo Ghetto
[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
Im Ghetto like...
[Masta Ace]
Yeah, M.A
send this one to all my niggas from b.k
Brownsville, Howitt houses
Yeah, Saukrates Saukrates
Ha, all my niggas from 78,88
filthy rich, damingo
huh Dj Rob
[Verse One: Masta Ace]
I'm startin' to think that my skill is a waste
Still in the race with an ice grille on my face
Mad at the world, mad at you, mad at my girl
Mad at my friends and anybody drivin' a Benz
I really hate this nigga that delivers my mail
But if I hit him they gonna send me up the river to jail
I hate my neighbors, they always askin' for late night favors
Hate indie labels, especially hate majors
I don't give a fuck no more, fuck this tour
Fuck these shows and these groupies, they all ho's
Hate these rude people stayin' all in my face
And hate the fact that Visa always callin' my place
So all you mean creditors and magazine editors
Same ones that debted us and put niggaz ahead of us
I'm a mad dog who sits in the dark
I'm fixin' to bark watchin' 106 And Park
What a mess, I guess I'm sorta stressed
Turn on the radio and I get more depressed
No wonder I'm kinda bitter
Strick told me I should quit player hating, but fuck that I'm not a quitter
Had a few cats betray me, try to play me
Bail and try to blame me, fuck you pay me
If y'all could, y'all would finish me
That's why this finger here is for everybody in the industry
[Chorus]
When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way
That's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all"
When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scale
That's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all"
When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dream
That's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all"
I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga
[Verse Two: Strick]
Yo I'm simply trying to eat ‘til my belly is fat
And I rest in the Midwest where R. Kelly and Nelly be at
Where my name ring bells like "Who's celly is that?"
And "Yo Strick you about to blow!" yo stop telling me that
Cuz at the end of the day I'm still just a nobody
Cuz nobody knows me no record label chose me
But Tommy Boy did and look where that got me
A bad attitude and a reason not to be cocky
A huge debt, three lawyers, and two managers
A bullshit advance that didn't recoup the damages
A couple of singles that wasn't really chartin'
Yo Ace I got a Cherokee! "Bow Wow got an Aston Martin"
That motherfucker got a mansion with a swimming pool
A rec room with many games and plenty women too
He prolly got his own chef and a fuckin' hot tub
I got a truck with four rims but yo they not dubs
Speakin' of nots yo, I'm not a happy camper
Not gettin' no younger, feeling like a grandpa
Yo I got low self esteem
Just like a nigga running in place tryin' to chase his own selfish dream
And fuck my girl, soon I'll be startin' to creep
She's a slob and don't care if her carpet is neat
She got a slick mouth and always gets smart when she speak
And can't cook a lick and the bitch fart in her sleep
I got a dog that don't bark and cat that don't meow
Everybody else is rich and I don't fuckin' see how
Sometimes I wonder why even bother waking up
Should just end it and give back the spot I'm takin' up
[Chorus]
When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way
That's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all"
When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scale
That's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all"
When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dream
That's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all"
Yea, from BK to the world. I've had enough
[Masta Ace]
Now-a-days, the range ain't big enough
Moskino ain't jig enough
I'm kind of iced out
But my chain ain't thick enough
Album ain't hot enough
label said its not enough, singing in the hook
I need to change my look
My rims ain't big enough, chrome don't shine enough
I shopped Fifth Fab, but I still can't find enough
Iceberg to swerve, don't dress gay enough
No airplay, so I guess I ain't pay enough
Cristale don't floss enough
And I still ain't lost enough
Album barely gold, guess I ain't try enough
Video wasn't fly enough, budget wasn't high enough
And I ain't lie enough, about crack sales and jail
Yall feeling me like braill, well I still got no sales
Must ain't soul enough, 'cause my heart ain't cold enough
Said I was "Born 2 Roll", but they said I ain't roll enough
Guess I got to brag more, must don't boast enough
Aint New York enough, ain't west coast enough
But that's fine 'cause I'm gon' focus on mine
And hoping that two-thousand-nine is enough time
Wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty
You'll see how I'm on it, if you hung enough with me
The rap game is a book, and I've read mad chapters
And if you ask me, it ain't enough mad rappers
[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee]
Somebody, tell me what the deal is *I had enough*
Niggaz got to know it's for real
[Masta Ace]
Niggaz only rocking them jewels for you to see
Like Ghostface, nigga dont front for me
Enough is enough, we gon' start calling you bluff
Watching your moves, we gon' be, all in your stuff
Fuck around then come through rocking enough ice
Looking nice in high price, niggaz is nuff shiest
Guess it ain't enough thugs, enough drugs on the streets
And niggaz ain't busting enough slugs
Not enough caucasians, no one stresses
Project girls rock vesses, not dresses
Enough lessons learned, play with fire burn
Enough dough get made, not of it earned
Enough wildin', fuck that yo, enough smilin'
I rep Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island
Queens plus the BX, not enough teks
Not enough cops, killing us all for paychecks
[Chorus]
[Masta Ace]
Enough if this, enough of that, enough crap
Enough wack radio stations set enough rap
And they got the nerve to try to flaunt it
Will my album get enough buzz if there's enough niggaz on it
When we get in the house, it's like its haunted
We got you shook, mad niggaz from the Brook', look
Enough cats with crack moes and mack hoes
Enough cats with wack flows pack shows
Enough of these, enough of those, it never slows
It just grows, your girl don't wear enough clothes
These no-brainers, are lost entertainers
They found on billboards, greatest sale gainers
Enough beans and Benz, enough fly honies with dime friends
That want to juice you for you ends
It's getting rough, a whole lot of intricate stuff
Mad crime though, like McGruff, enough's enough
[Singer]
And I don't understand...why
[scratches]
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
[Masta Ace]
I don't do White music, I don't do Black music
I make rap music, for hip hop kids
Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this
Flows thats hard enough it could hit your kids with this
Thugs walk through Queensbridge with this
Italian cats drive through Bay Ridge with this
Pump it in they IROC, your block to my block
I make hits like Chuck Knoblauch
But don't make no error or get it confused
You'll find yourself gettin abused, you fittin' to lose
I'mma send this out to everybody
Every nigga, every chick, every person up in every party
For all the shorties in the tight denim
And all the hood rats gettin' jealous startin to start a fight wit' em
And to the D's in the black Taurus
Loadin' up the lead in the clip put a gat for us (echos) for us
[Singer]
And I don't understand...why
[scratches]
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
[Greg Nice]
(echos) Oh!
When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it like this
Way out from Brooklyn, pump it like this
To my people out in Queens, pump it like this
To my people in the boogie down pump it like this
People uptown, pump it like this
Pump it like this, yeah, pump it like this
[Masta Ace]
I get the feelin' that these cats is thinkin'
That I might be on the verge of sinkin'
Either they weeded or they heavily drinkin'
Niggaz know that I'm steadily seekin' to readily weaken
These so-called thug cats with a melody beacon
That the world hear, loud and clear over the airwaves
I move up on the charts like stairways
I bust raps like trailways and greyhound
This is for them kids that was shot on the playground
Yo, don't know why the streets is so evil
To this ghetto shit there's no equal, them yo people
I love rap no matter how much I say I hate it
Some support it, some cats player hate it
But understand that I'm very thorough
And I'm not gon' stop 'til my name is heard in every burrough
Every burrough
Every burrough
[Singer]
And I don't understand...why
[Greg Nice]
Oh! Oh! Take that turn it up now!
[Scratches]
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
[Greg Nice]
To my people out in Cali, pump it like this
To my people down in Boston, pump it like this
My people out in D.C. pump it like this
My people down in Atlanta pump it like this
To my people down in Philly, pump it like this
To my people out in Texas, pump it like this
To my people out in Queens, pump it like this, hey
Pump it like this, pump it like this
[Masta Ace]
Theres a lot of love lost when you start being the boss
And ya name start to be in The Source and UGNR
Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots
See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots
Yo, I just want to write the newest sneaker
Or own a beeper, and hear my song come out the speaker
I never knew there'd be so much drama
I'mma send this out to all my niggaz and all my niggaz babies mamas
On the block with the newest prodda
Gettin' alotta, chips like Erica Strada
Uh, whats up miss, put me on your list
So when ya pump it in ya Bimma
Ya pump it like this
Like this
Like this
[Greg Nice]
What? What? What? What?
Turn it up now, stop playin'
Turn it up now, stop playin'
Turn it up now now, turn it up now now
Turn it up now now, stop playin'
[Singer]
And I don't understand...why
[scratches]
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
[Greg Nice]
If ya sittin' on ya 20's, pump it like this
If ya gettin' cash money, pump it like this
If ya way out in Brooklyn, pump it like this
If ya chillin' in the club, pump it like this
If ya chillin' in ya mansion, pump it like this
If ya puffin' on trees, pump it like this
If ya sippin' on sizerp, pump it like this
What? Pump it like what? Hey pump it like what, like
Makes no sense just standin' around
Pump yo fist, jump up and down
Makes no sense just standin' around
Pump yo fist, jump up and down
Mashed...by the sounds...of the M...to the A y'all
[Singer]
And I don't understand...why
[Scratches]
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
[Greg Nice]
[Big Noyd]
Check it out yo, 'ey yo
They call me Big Noyd, the one that smack the taste out
your fucking mouth, I keep it gutter that's what I be about
that's what I breathe, what I eat, that's what I shitted out
I'm from the streets and I'm a G and I know nothing else
like when there's beef I grap a Tec from the fucking shelve
stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health
snitches run their mouth, that's why I do it myself
no need to co, there's noone ratting me out
just to find the guy, I keep it gully nigga ride out
before my thuns come and air out your hide out
matter fact say no more, your raw to grap your four
your scared to call your dog, nigga let's get it on
I set it off, I start long blows
knock your ass out and leave your dead with a bloody nose
winking to your front door, who you know as raw as me
a skinny nigga, but up on the streets i'm a beast, motherfucker
[Hook: Big Noyd]
Yeah, yeah, this is how we do it man
we busting them chrome nines and running from one time
this is how we do it man
my mind on my money and my money on my mind, yep
this is how we do it man
we strap with them big gats, and chases some cool cat
this is how we do it man
we hold it down we don't fuck around niggaz know our style, yep
[Masta Ace]
Hope I don't get shot today
'cause I heard some niggaz letting off rounds, like a block away
it's like walking through Vietnam
sorrounded by americans dressed like the vietcom
see that kid, 16, try to cop a gat
ever since he was a brat he been a copy-cat
and he ain't scared to pull it blood
so I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug
see there's all kinds of rival stuff
we all in the line of fire nigga, and survival's tough
send my son to the store, 'cause there's mole on the bread
they might send him home with a hole in the head
and just like 'Windex Cleaner'
it's clear that niggaz settle problems with their index finger
and my moms has yet to strove
'cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control
these are dangerous times, the life's on the line
a nigga might get it by the knife or the nine
I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake
'cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take
and the next cat may be him
so I look over my shoulder, when I'm standing at the ATM
ya can go 'head and worry 'bout the crackers, fine
but that nigga with the nine, skin is black as mine
[Hook: Masta Ace]
This is how they do it man
sawed-off shot, screaming give me what you got, nigga
this is how they do it man
straight off blunt spillers and natural born killers
this is how they do it man
chrome play the nine, put your life on the line, woaw
this is how they do it man
[MA]
Ay yo shorty I'm sayin, I knew
you since you was like yay high, y'knamean
You out here whylin' out, you really need
to cool out with all that!
[JD] Please, you don't know me!
[Masta Ace]
Ay yo Yvette, there's a lotta rumours goin' around
About you hoein' around, you need to slow down
Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin' kinda fast boo
Don't even speak now when I pass you
Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh
The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie
Skirt ridin' high so they can see ya thong better
I'ma sit down and write you a long letter
We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels
Now I see you gettin' a Benz with big wheels
All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties
And that you got hazel eyes and you're pretty
They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her
I was thinkin' we can go to a movie, maybe dinner
You turned around and told me I need to retire
If I can't "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire
I don't know
[Chorus Jessica Harrell]
You don't really know me
Just what ya think ya see
Just what ya think ya see
You don't have to worry 'bout me
This chick got hopes and dreams
But I'm about this paper cuz
There ain't no love for free
[Jane Doe]
I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger
I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger
Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty
Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7:30
I spazed, now it's all about the cash
Swingin' naked on a pole, doin' tricks with my ass
You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after
Same ol' song, get more "hits" than Napster
You don't care about me, you don't really know me
My broked hearts and dreams is killin' me slowly
Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch
Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips
Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips
I like to take trips when wife stash the whips
Fuck love 'em, solo
Raisin' my seeds for dolo
And mindstate fresh, with nothin' less than Polo
[Chorus]
[Jane Doe]
Please don't be sympathetic
Shit I don't regret it
While these hoes half-stepped it
Nigga I'm gonna rep it, til' I die
And make these G's multiply
I'ma make G's cry like when Jesus died
And on the third day my G rose again
A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend
And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place
Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face
[Masta Ace]
I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks
Drivin' around havin' endless kicks in the Benz 6
He said the sex was (good), the head was (good)
Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could
You say it's all about the money, well I can tell
Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel
My bad I'ma sound like a real hater
I'ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later
[Chorus x2]
[Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus]
[JD]
You think you are the judgement
Y'all niggaz don't know me
I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine
Who you think you are, you ain't no better than me
[MA] Why you say all that?
[JD] I'm only doin' what I gotta do
[MA] I do what I gotta do too
[JD] You don't know me, you don't love me
[MA] I'm tryin' to help you, I mean you out here whylin' out
Yeah
Send this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meet
Yeah
I'm on the grind
Still got my money on my mind
And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
When it, seems like I'm running out of time
That's when I'm going on the grind
[Masta Ace]
Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars double
I done found a place to fit in
For niggaz trying to get into this power struggle
I work hard on the job like immigrants
And always try to get my first half in advance
It sounds strange but the rap game is not a game
You could make a lot of money gain a lot of fame
But don't get it twisted
You could get addicted
Buy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evicted
Now if you call me and I'm not around
I'm probably putting my grind down
Doing shows out of town
I be the manager, road manager, and call handler
Booking agent, choreographer and tour planner
I be the V.P. of marketing and promotions
Producer and arraigner, with a range of emotions
And after it all, I still gotta perform
At three o'clock in the morn', when half the fans are gone
But it's fine
Been on the grind since like '88 or '89
The game is foul like a plate of swine
Now is there anybody con like me?
Is anybody out there on the grind like me?
For everybody working nine to five
For everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prize
I'm with 'cha, we all going through it
But yo, deep down inside I know we still gon' do it
[Chorus]
I'm on the grind
Still got my money on my mind
And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
And it, seems like I'm running out of time
That's why I'm always on the grind
Yeah, I'm on the grind
Still got my money on my mind
And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
When it, seems like I'm running out of time
That's when I'm going on the grind
[Apocalypse]
Yeah
I really feel I'm blessed 'cause I was born with a talent to rhyme
But the stress got me this close to quitting sometimes
On the crowded A train every morning
I can't wait for the day
My hustle game don't got to start this way
Niggaz think it's all good when they see me and hear my CD
And think I'm jumping in the 745 with TVs
They don't know I miss tours and shows
To go to work and pay bills and keep dough on my clothes
In the shadow of a legend so
They expect me to spit and sound like him
But y'all need to let it go
Everyday I face the crossroad of rap or drugs
Album cuts and singles and crack heads and clappin' thugs
When I'm broke my moms won't even give me a hug
But on payday I'm her baby then she call it love
I keep making my moves 'cause one day I'm a prove
I got what it take and I will not lose
Yeah
[Chorus]
[ lord digga ]
Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-wake
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in gladys, cause I thought she wore my nikes
And I just might fuck your wife, cause I'm livin trife
I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
You little punk bastards, the digga's comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk ass will be missin
Like jimmy hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like cindy lauper
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what? )
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(give the man a taste, and he's gone)
[ masta ace ]
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like paxton
Ring goes the ? ? ? , ding-ding goes the bell
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck's
Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink(2x)
We got the lyrical - hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober)(2x)
(drunk on friday night)
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what? )
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(give the man a taste, and he's gone)
[ lord digga ]
When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause i'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don't cross the digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook mc's like gizzards
And beat that ass when you're off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor
The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o'connor
So I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that'll front when
They really know they really don't want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear
Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are gonna last?
Not one, they got done, I had fun
Doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em
I'm slick and I'm quick, up my sleeve is a trick
Hey! so what, I use funky drummers, suck my dick.
I'm still thick, with murderous beats and heavy kick
And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick
I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam
Don't eat spinach but I yam what I yam
Death-defyin like a circus, I work this
Mic, you can't jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I never smoke dope, I don't carry a nine
I ain't no hustler with bitches on my mind
Gangstas are swimming in the water,
I oughta, boom bash and slaughta
I'ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,
So far downtown the devil's gonna call it underground
And niggaz betta know the fuckin score
'cause I'm raw, like eddy,
And like confetti they get tore
Up, from the floor, up,
There's no time
And my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme
So run run run, ya better head for the hills
Get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills
And a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists
'cause I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this
Ummm, highly explosive, material
Grand imperial, pour me on cereal
'cause I flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya like me now
You can get with this, or you can get with that
But you can't get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum
And tell 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em
Rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go
I come from brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle
Yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat black in my napsack
Lookin for a wall to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag up
I click click my heels, and good is how it feels
There's no place like home and chrome on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, I lose you
Hope I didn't bruise you, I cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala
Dropped to the ground and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm rollin
Sorry officer, the car ain't stolen
I really don't care what you thought of me
I oughta be, far from orderly
[Masta Ace]
Woke up this morning hearing shots below my project window
The TV's on from playing all night on Nintendo
jumped out of bed tryin to see what's up with all the noise and
I see somebody else has caught a case of lead poison
This type of shit around my way is a regular occurance
because the same shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
a week later now somebody else is laying dying
surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
the way he's laying there it looks to me that he's a goner
I seen the cats who just did it run around the corner
I start to wonder who it is and why they had to wet him
I bet I knew him or at least I bet I probably met him
I can't pretend I'm shocked like electrocution
cuz any night there could be an execution
my momma told me that that thug shit will get you buried
the next day there's your name in the obituary
I asked her why we gotta live in this environment
She said Your grandfather drank up his retirement
plus when I fucked around and had you I was just a baby
Just maybe if I wasn't being miss lady
things could've been a little bit better
threw on my jeans and my double knit sweater
I hit the block tryin to find out who got done in
Who had the gun and who that was I seen running
[Chorus]
Another body on the ground cold and
another day another lost soul and
same shit in every zip code
no matter where you go
its just another block episode
another story on the street told and
another turn down the wrong road and
sit back and watch it unfold
yo I'll let you know
just another block episode
[Punchline]
Yo, I roam the streets with my peeps and the gun by my crotch
I got beef with this cat that resides on my block
he getting popped i swear when I see him it's on
He'll just be a tattoo on his best friends arm
my friends screaming "Punch be calm" y'all can save it
He borrowed 5 G's two months ago, still ain't pay it
This girl hit me on the cell about his location
I grabbed my gun jumped in the hoopty then I started racing
turned off the lights a block away so he don't peep the caper
I see him and a bunch of cats by the bodega
Don't wanna kill him I just wanna teach this cat a lesson
Stepped on the gas grab the gun cocked back the weapon
shot up the whole corner but hit him in the kneecap
that's cool cuz dead niggaz can't pay your cash back
I'm nutting to laugh at I keep bad temper
I hit him a bystander and one of his crewmembers
[gunshot]
[Wordsworth]
yo yo yo yo, last thing I heard was a blast car circling past
I wasn't nervous thought they might be searching for gas
soon as Rob came out dispersing the trash
car sped and lead went through his windows curtains and glass
dove in the dirt and the grass
I look bullet struck my right arm
glass in my left palm I lost my neck charm
I knew it was punch cuz Rob owed him money
but never had it always got new kicks and gear to match it
I'm in the ambulance I thought that beef was squashed
that's why when he seen Punch he crossed the street and dodged
See Rob's records with the DA and ???
my records 4.0 GPA going to Harvard
Athletes 100 miles and running he's a convict
other hand my high school football team I lead in yardage
boys regardless blood pressure dropped artery vessel clogged
cardiac arrest next my chest was shocked IV
oxygen mask bleeding heavily
we need to get to the hospital fast I'm doing 70
why I gotta be a casuality of war did good most my life
my career was growing gradually and more
hearing "hold on, you'll be alright, you're gonna make it"
sirens up ahead construction on the pavement
slowed down from this moment I didn't have a chance
see he didn't have his flash can't believe I died in the traffic jam
Yeah
So sexy
[Verse 1]
I met her on the corner of Gates n Bedstuy
It was only right that I approached and said "hi"
cuz she looked like no other chick I ever saw
she was on her way coming about the cornerstore
I axed "could I carry your bags?" and walk her home
I can tell she was new in New York, just from her tone
cuz she wasn't that typical, rude and ignorant, teeth-sucking and
eye-rolling tellin me to leave her alone (leave me alone)
We dipped and we yapped, we chit and we chat
about this and that and where she lived at, yeah
This may sound kinna Wu Tang Clan-ish
but this butter-pecan honey was not Spanish
She lived like 3 blocks from my man
in New York for 6 months, moved from Pakistan
Well that explains the strange accent and the strange clothes
and that cute little diamond in your nose
She said "I gotta wear this gear every Sonday, but..
you gotta see how I look on Monday" Word?!?
Mean that I can see you again? Maybe..
give you a call... take you out on aweekend?
She winked at me and kinda laughed
ripped a piece of the grocery bag and wrote her math
You can bet your last damn dollar
that I'mma give you a call... Brooklyn Masala
[Chorus]
Can we walk n talk, share our worlds?
I'm feelin you a whole lot more than most girls
If you give me the number I'll holla, I wanna see you again Brooklyn Masala
B to the K to the, B to the K to the
B to the K to the L to the Y to the N... Masala
[Verse 2]
On out first date knocked on the door around 8
when she came down she smelled good and looked great
She had the tight Frankie D'z on, white on white ones
a pink bubble goose and pink bubblegum, I'm like: DAMN!!!
Even pink Chanel shades, her long black hair was done up in boxbrades
She didn't had a Maybeline face that was all dead
instead she had a red dot on her forehead
C-cup's pumpin, looking real ill
you wanna see Lord Of The Rings or Kill Bill?
She looked at me and said "Neither one
caise there really ain't no black stars in either one."
So what you wanna do girl? She kinda blushed
and we settled on dinner for two at Justin's
The food was good, what no surprise is...
we had the barbeque shrimps as appetizers
We had the cat fish main course, a few drinks ...
then out the front door like Main Source
We stepped out into the big city, she said
"The Times Square lights are so pretty"
We caught a cab, back to the lab
stopped kissin long enough to pay the tab
She said "I think we got a nice future"
that night learned all about the Kama Sutra... my Masala
[Masta Ace]
'New York, Big City of Dreams'
to get by, cats doing plenty of things
it's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle
either it's that or you sign with Russel
'cause nowadays an average cat can flow decent
so in your sparetime you can go to the precinct
let me introduce you to some cats who won't shoot you
everyday they're spinnnin their pen it's so crucial
they got kids to feed, wifes to hug
their jobs are so strange, their lifes above
look, my nigga Al had a store in his trunk
and the place under the dash where he store his pump
he had them white and white 'Air Force Ones' for 40 ($)
and them iddy-biddy-kiddy ones for shorty
he was just trying to survive to the session
now he's locked up for stolen goods and gun posession
my nigga Neek had them first for cheek
he bough a too family home and excursion jeep
but word got around he was doing it big
cops ran up in his crib, now he's doing a bit
now Jose was making money hand over biz
he had legimated jobs with a little bit of a twist
besides me and my man, I've known people
he sold stuff too, out of the back of home deepo
everything from new tools to kitchen sinks
and he was just trying to get rich as stinks
'cause now he lost his job and his morgage due
and he can't afford a lawyer, man law gets through, oooh
we were lying on skeems and skams
just so we could realize our dreams and plans, man
this ain't America is it?
it don't take much for the cops to come pay you a visit
but do what you gotta do, fuck them laws
life is a test you better up them scores
listen, I ain't trying to survive, I'm trying to life
and here is some advise I been dying to give
they don't care if you sell it to inner section
republicans run for officers when ellection
who's in the inner section, see my pen errecting
this for my cats that just been effecting
from ground sillawats, it's down steal the spots
it won't stop untill we're down kill the cops
it's a revolution, you believe in god, a evolution
either way dog, we need a resolution like Aaliyah
a man got sentenced to a year
and when he get out, it's another street career
it's a vicious cycle
for every kid who ball in the park and wish he might do
listen the world don't like you, but
you better keep it moving, you better keep improving
you love my voice, ain't it deep insolvent
I'm saying fuck fame, I'm having a no-name
platinum and gold chain, and saying
Mmm hmmm, yeah
BK, Uptown, Boogie Down, Queens
It's beautiful
Listen, I got a lot to say (yeah)
Usually my smile stay locked away
But not today, I have to laugh
On the real the Aftermath's kind of ill like I'm Dr. Dre
Sometimes I run to the club and get faded
It's funny how you get jaded, I just hate it (just hate it)
But this song gives a different kind of feelin'
It's a new kind of dealin', it's a special kind of healin' (uh huh)
And I can show what it is
Best flow in the biz? You know what it is
Positive over negative, see the Ace a Masta
Even when I face disaster (that's right)
I rise up above
See, people still showin' me love
Get the respect without droppin' a check
This hip hop thing might stop in a sec
So this brand new ish, you can pop in the deck
It's beautiful
[Break]
It's beautiful
[Break]
Yeah, this is brand new Uptown still in the box
This is the Yankees, 10-nothin', killin' the Sox
This ain't huggin' the block wit' a gat in ya hand
This is ??? on the Catamaran (that's right)
With the sun beamin' down while you sat in the sand
I feel like I'm more than a cat wit' a plan
This feels like it's more than a flash in the pan
This is milk in the cup and cash in ya hand
This is a warm coat on the coldest night
That's why I stole this mic, y'all don't hold this right (nope)
First in a class of many
This is a bottle of Jack and a glass of Henny (that's right)
Now drink it up 'til there ain't nothin' left in it
I'm reppin' it, BK, that's a definite
There's more of these amazing rhymes
A song like this in these days and times is beautiful
[Break]
It's beautiful
[Break]
(I'm wishin' on and on and on...) the most beautiful thing ever
And it's here to bring terror to the bling era (yeah)
You can feel it in ya inner
It's like Grandma's house, Thanksgiving dinner
It's like a day in the park
Or at night when you get the ball and you play in the dark (swish)
It's that street corner music
Where most cats when they pull that heat go and use it
I see a black man aimin' his gun
But I'd rather see a black man claimin' his son
You know the sound is pretty
Even when you got to get down and gritty
This is money in the bank like you down wit' Diddy
This a helicopter ride around the city
And we love it cuz it brought us here
It's like a young mother braidin' her daughter's hair
It's beautiful
[Break]
It's beautiful
[Womans Voice:]
Lets sing and learn about the letters of the alphabet
[Masta Ace:]
A son, how you B?
"Aiyo I'm chillin"
and I C you D to go out, and make a killin', but where E?
"F that nigga he making G's on tour with H-Town doing shows overseas"
yeah I heard he DJ'd but stop hatin' OK? (I ain't hatin')
Smoke your L and chill the fuck out, I found a way to get paid
you know how I M, we gonna be N
cuz my cousin Tyriq said, to meet him about ten
"Now that's that shit that I'm talking about
so yo let me just take this leak and then we out"
O now you gotta P, well hurry up it's quarter to
and I just got this beep from son, and that's the Q
R you ready? Hurry, I'll be in the S-10, Blazer
out front, he blowing up my pager
"Aiyo I hope this nigga's about getting cash
cuz mom's is about to evict my broke ass"
Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T
rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna see
He pushin a 600, with color TV in the visor
and got more gadgets, than McGuiver (ooh)
we gonna make dough on the W ain't seen
in your lifetime or my lifetime yo mad cream
oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)
well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was Y
he told us to drive through the hood and if we caught her
take back that 300-Z that he just bought her...so what's up
"Nigga I don't give a fuck, whatever we gotta do
we can take the bitch car, the money and jewels too
make this u-turn, we'll catch her at the light
and get right, off of this quick jooks tonight
Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I've always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a witch when I kick it
So break out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I hope you hate me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm fatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, there's no skills down here
So there, you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I swear
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I'm the masta (repeat 4x)
I hits you hard kids, you're barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, masta, off beat, the healer
Rap style's deisel like an 18-wheeler
So get that weak style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop lines long like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from monday to sunday
I'm hot like some niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sacking, you're wack and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket
You know (I know) you know (I know)
You know, you know, well yo follow where I go
Jane, stop this crazy thing if I sing
Some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be seen on the covers of like 27 books
But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you crooks
You're only as good as your last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick they forget
With no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my patience is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your teeth
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like kool keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it drops there, it's off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm dawn
Here I come with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on your back, punk
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect .."
Yeah, one-two..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking..
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect .."
Musta been crazy..
[Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep"
To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name?
[Verse One]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss 'n
I'm about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this shit started
You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly retarded
To let me hear my name mention, try'na gain attention
Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad coke and XTC,
To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look, don't ever again mention my name in ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Miles
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burnin'
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like Gang Starr, motherfuckers
[Guru] "I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart"
And that go for any other so called rapcats, in the game
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Guru] "Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display"
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
[Nas] "Pay homage, respect"
Nope.. [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
Just you wait..
[Nas] "Acknowledge the rep"
[Verse Two]
Yo, yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this nigga's been ass-kissing
I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, no pot to piss in? How you dissin'
You group holmes are about to report that you missing
And I don't know who was worse, the track or the verse
I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you
I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told 'em "Chill", I let 'em know you was my son
And I promise I can pay support to you twenty-one
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas nigga, +I Gave You Power+
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz
Tell him I say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your shit wasn't so wack, I dissed you to yo' track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow
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