[Erotic E Intro:]
One time for your motherfuckin mind
yeah this is Erotic in the house with my nigga Jamal
My nigga Calif
Passion in the motherfuckin house
The unfuckwittable individuals, that's us
That's it with this laid back shit
They about to rip and by the way
my dog George Clinton's in the house with us
To get it on right
Yo it's gonna be about that time I think to lay it down
And ah as long as you as you realize...
that it can't be fucked with, you can get with this
Right check it
[George Clinton:]
You can't fuck with this
[Passion:]
I make your eardrums bleed like a 9 millimed
Niggas steppin' up like they wanna see me
I be the P to A double S crooked I
You and your crew contenplating suicide
Your troops callin' truce when I let the flavor loose
Like a duece duece, now who want the proof?
Def Squads over here, step to the rear
I got the shit you don't wanna hear
The shit you fear, the money talks and the bullshit walks
Recognize the realest streets of New Yorks
Marley G got my back like a trigger to a mack
10 and I'm rollin' in a jet black Benz
No hoes everybody know the code of the streets
Niggas don't sleep cause niggas got to eat
Follow my styles like rituals
I beez the unfuckwittable, lyrical individual
[George Clinton:]
It's unfuckwittable, you can't get next to this shit
You can't get next to this shit cause it's unfuckwittable
[Passion:]
Yeah now as I think for a sec, wait a god damn minute
These niggas all up in it like they want it and they with it
Full of envy and testing me lyrically
I don't follow no beats I let the beats follow me
Lyrical metaphors are ready for your brain
Coming down like rain I bring the pressure nd the pain
Fallin' on your back like birdshit you fall
Into the pits of Passion and poison stikes the membrain
Saying my name in vein causes pain
Back to reality your fairytale is over
Niggas is wishing on stars and four leaf clovers
But I be wishing apon styles and microphones
God bless the child who bites her own now
Styles are invisible, critical
Passion is lyrically unfuckwittable
[George Clinton:]
That's what this is. This is some unfuckwittable shit
Matter of fact this...
[Jamal:]
See I be standing in the middle of certain stances
That cause niggas to get they ass lit till they shit
In they drawers
Ha ha here to drop the funk hydrolic pump accupunture
Passion and Jamal here to taunt ya
Known for blow back to back we kill tracks
Niggas don't understand how we do it like that
Representation, no perpetration
All we see is trick ass niggas in the nation of playerhation
But I just play it cool instead of playin' the fool
Cause MC's get stuck like glue with the tool
For the residuals, Jamal's the unfuckwittable
[DJ U-Neek:]
From the east coast followers, to the west coast riders
DJ U-Neek and Violator presents
The ghetto's top dawgs
[laughing]
[Chorus: Satasha Williams]
We're standing
Strong
So come on (So come on)
Get ya roll on
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I went from
Construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin' mixtapes
To bitches, feedin' me grapes
Feed my mind state
Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range
My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
I'll blow you when you step in the car
That's that superstar
Status apparatus
More wiz to Cassius
Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime
As my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley (So)
So I crush
Emcees to guacamole, makin' Robin scream, "Holy moley! "
Big Poppa
Fuck a cape, I'm that Paper
Crusader
Playing Sega
In the wide body Blazer
[Coolio:]
I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
So much, me, myself and I know
My own lord and master
When your ass was born, it was all on the lone, and
When it's time to die, you'll be all alone, so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
Start taking care of your own
Nigga
Everybody's human with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be, be
Tryin' to fight me
Standin' at the crossroads, but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and
Some take the lefts, but
Lo and behold
What do I see
In the distance
Some resistance
[Doodlebug:]
Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
Moshin' up this hip hop scene, with my Digable
Crew
Now you and you know the science, so don't front
Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front
In fact
It's gettin' like a daily operation
Cenilish born, represents my young nation
And I'm facin'
Opposition
In every form
So my man choose Squad 7, our's is on a swarm
Like crazily
Cause it don't pay to be
A black man in the land of mental slavery
They say
"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
True
So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you
I don't roll with no crew
That do the same ol' same
So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train
Now that's an I'll thought
Niggas get caught
In my wisdom
Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm
[Big Mike:]
It ain't surprisin'
These motherfuckers still hatin'
They must don't know
I ain't that nigga to be played with
It's been stated
Way back in '88
That a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
Now quakes was felt
When my feet hit the ground
And fate's failed
When my heat made a sound
How did I relate what's gonna fall
When my niggas made the fuckin' final call
We started out small
Now we got a staff a nation wide
1995, how many heads are gonna fly
With that rootin'
Tootin'
Southside shootin'
Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin', with Huey Newton
Fuck disputin', when it's time for a change
Nigga, what you gon' do
When we rearrange the game
Blow 'em out the frame
With new ideas
We's about the game, lyrics puttin' me down out here
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
And the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride
So I
Stepped to the DJ and told the DJ, "Yo
Throw the wax on"
How many emcees must get dissed (Dissed)
The mist from the blunt's smoke
Decides who's next on my list
Can you feel the hiss
From the snake, move in my direction
No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun
In my intersection
The guard has spoked
Sword strokin'
If you think you ready for affair
One, pay ya token
On my Soul Train (Uh)
Control your brain (Uh)
Buck Town representative
Breakin' down, like a ki of cocaine
Straight from the lab
And I still elevate past
The snakes and the crabs
Fuck it (Boot Camp Click)
[Redman:]
It's that Funkadelic
Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it
Fuck the best, niggas better start puttin' on helmets
I roam the streets, where there's no peace, relax
Funk, comin' in stacks
Bullets, hummin' from gats
So I duck
Lyrical, BUCK BUCK, get stuck
I'm jammin' like Smuckers, for all you motherfuckers
That cause the raucous
Then I fix a few stitches
BLADOW!
Blast my style pack like Luke bitches
I foward, foward, high punch and spit the flame
Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes, when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted
My scriptures
Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch (Uh!)
All y'all niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind, I'm bustin' your ass, counterclockwise
I get Dumb
But Dumber, why your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
[Ill Al Skratch:]
Aiyyo
Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
Let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag)
It's the low down and I'm low-key
The O.G
Niggas know me (True)
So take it Easy like Mo Bee
The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
On the subliminal (Niggas)
Watch what you women do
All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride
That's just the rock to clear from the glide
Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear
Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear (Yeah)
Creep around, grown on the down low, let off
The ground slow, subtle
And leave you in a puddle
So I breaker-breaker 1-9
Cause it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that
[Rock:]
I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped
I grabs the mic and I do what the fuck I want
I outlast an ig'nant, white out Philly, you're a Dutch
Master
Raw like a natural disaster
As I
Crack ya
Ass like
Cheap
Blaster, I might bash ya
While my tongue lash ya
When the Rock cruise, I crash ya
Leave ya like a car wreck
Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech
And I slash ya
After, I'm sure that you're ghost
I go see my bro with the 'fro and we toast
So the punks pawn a planet, plus every single fool
Cause without all of y'all, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't groove
What we do
[Layzie Bone:]
Puttin' your shit to the pave, ending 'em meeting the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin', nothin' phased
Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off
[Wish Bone:]
Livin' the psycho path, so I'm down with a buck and a blast, and gettin' my chance
You niggas are fearin' my sawed-off
Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packin' your shit, you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, cause, when we a done with the quickness
[Krayzie Bone:]
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once a
Gain, enough, to pick a
Defender, they try to contend us, see, all they gon' win is that Mack
There's never another to go with a brother, I smother a sucker and go undercover
[? ] nickel'll lick it all off, but who was the sucker that screaming the murder
[Bizzy Bone:]
Creep with the street
Sweeper
Better R.I.P., and pray
The bullet don't put in much work
But I'm a sure, with, shot
Puttin' the bullets just where it hurts, and um
With a me tech'll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone
Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jamal]
Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rollin' on Crews/cruise like Pharellies on Acura's
If you don't believe my steez is real
You can check the emptiness of my glock nine mil
It don't matter which way you come
I still be the nigga, callin' shots with the gun
I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run
None (Uh)
Is about to fuck with the sun
Mally G
I never kick a rhyme for free
Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. (Word up)
For all of y'all, I come across to be real
With super shit like Fall Guy
And lines to make them all die
Infrared beams, mind full of schemes
'95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Hey, you, don't you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe
Everytime we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now everytime, I turn around, my people start subtractin'
They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreactin'
Hey, ay
You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it
I'm a hit you with my music
I'm frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
Watch me go inside
Please give me room, yo step aside
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches, out there dropping dimes
Get your shit drawers up out my hammer
Young survivalist
Represent the next Black Panther
[5th Ward:]
Where you from, fool
We're 5th Ward
Bust the caps, on that ass, real niggas stay hard
Sax and ass, like that man, Uncle Sam
The hardest motherfucker recorded on Past Scam
And when I die, please bury me a G
The face I was and white flowers ain't necessary
I fantasize dead bodies in a creek
Wake up in the morning, screaming "Murder in my sleep"
I'm goin' crazy, Lord, have mercy
Hell raisin' thugs, somebody save me
Pull up! W twoja glowe teraz leci kula
Wiec odkrec to i daj na fula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Twoje cialo mowi mi, ze to jest wlasnie ten dzien
Ciagle malo ciebie mam a to wiecej niz tlen
Wiem, ze to nie pozwoli pojsc mi na dno
Sa takie chwile kuli we mnie sie zlo
Wiem ze to wiecej niz mam
Pamietaj, ze to tylko tlo
ROOT GAL!
Pull up! Kiedy Jamal tu po bicie hula
To jest sound co Cie nie rozczula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Pull up! W twoja glowe teraz leci kula
Wiec odkrec to i daj na fula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Odwiedza wiele ran trafia w podatny grunt
Osiagam blogostan pisze kolejny tune
Chce Cie miec sam na sam
Nie potrzebny mi tlum
Wtedy zawsze jest jutro
Wiem sa, ci co ciagle plyna pod prad
Robia to co chca i nie czekaja na sad
Wiesz, ze to wiecej niz mam
Pamietaj ze to tylko tlo
ROOT GAL!
Pull up! Kiedy Jamal tu po bicie hula
To jest sound co Cie nie rozczula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Pull up! W twoja glowe teraz leci kula
Wiec odkrec to i daj na fula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Music is like silver
(Over the silence)
Let me follow my leader
(Over the violence)
Let me know cry a river
(Over the sixth sense
Music is a medicine for all who believe her)
Have you ever seen her?
(No in my dreams)
You feel like a dreamer
(Waiting in vain)
I feel like I've seen her
????
????
Pull up! Kiedy Jamal tu po bicie hula
To jest sound co Cie nie rozczula
Ej Miodula. Powiedz jak to jest
Pull up! W twoja glowe teraz leci kula
Wiec odkrec to i daj na fula
[Hook:]
"Cause long as I'm alive I'm gonna live illegal" [x4]
-Shook Ones pt. 2 -Mobb Deep
[Verse 1:]
Take it to another level of mic murdering
I'm dippin' off the bom bom zee it seems to me lifes slipped
Yeah it's kind of hard not trippin' on these phoney MC's
I'm a resort to gun grippin', blastin' killin' niggas
Jamal is the real raw dog bill a nigga
So many motherfuckers rappin', yappin' about scrappin'
Marley use to strappin' bust in caps
And dust 'em al off nigga break north
Fuck these bitch ass niggas cause they all soft
Fakin' moves over hoes
Switch they dress code and mode
And now they wanna impore, up in the game
But I'm a blow they ass out the frame
And do it for my niggas fuck the money and the fame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Marley G drop the sickedest rhymes are the wickedest
Beat to the many motherfuckers that can get with this
Peep how I demolish, abuse fools that run up on me
I'm gettin' busy by my lonely
For the 9 nickle I'm a get ill like sickle
Cell anemia when I be gettin' technicle
On the M.I.C. I represent and kill shit
Fuck the stressin' I only spit real shit
And niggas best to recognize no time for bullshittin'
Keep your eyes on the prize
So what I'm after is long term like satin
Everlastin' weed and it's all guarenteed
For me to wreck shop on behalf of my people
As long as I'm alive I'm gonna live illegal
1995.
Crack the bubbly
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Yo, word is bond
Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene
Pocket full of green, but in leather and all
I be's that nigga named Jamal
Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes
Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes, look
1, 2, to the breaker 1-9-9-5
Jamal representin', keep it live
It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We bout to still make snaps
We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
Damn shits changed since back in the days, get money
And my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed
And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
I'm gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier
Than they even been with the grown men
Is he a straight looney type of nigga
That'll drop the temperature?
Bitch, I ain't really into ya
[Chrous:]
To all the tramp goldiggers
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
To all the misrepresenters
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
To all the bitch ass niggas
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
To all the tramp goldiggers
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
I drop the lines above your mind y'all
When I be comin' on that ill tip
My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to kill shit
Uh, I bring the flavor to you ear
Smash and trash MC's from the front to the rear
In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles
Leavin' rappers hysterical
I keep it raw and when I got the gat I hit'em all
And on the M-I-C I rip'em all
Yeah, word up, this is dedicated to my peeps
on 6-0 and 6-1 on the Illedelphiatic streets
Take it to the recently deceased
H-Town, Tall D, rest in peace
Word is bond, as the beat heat up
Psychotic thoughts starts to lead up
I got the sauce to make the Billboard bullet speed up
Yo, word up, right on, Jamal gots the vibe y'all
And that's the deal on the real, I gets ill y'all
It's Philly's finest behind this doin' damage
No matter how scandalous they can't handle this, handle what?
Underground sound, I stick my dick in the ground
And I turn the whole world around!
And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up
Niggas they run up, tryin' to stop the come up and get done up
Put your guns up, I blaze your buns up when I rock your spot
Niggas they all stiff when the red dots to they knot
[Chorus x2]
[Intro:]
A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man C-A Dogg.
Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5.
[Hook:]
1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was ill
Drive around the corner catch a view to a kill
Move up the block on the O they slang rocks
When niggas get hot they lickin' shots at the cops
Come with me (uh ha) I take you back to 1983
It was shell top sneakers and it was all about me
Me growin' up makin' a man out of myself
Kindergarden's cool I'm thinkin' about makin' to the 12th
Semester went by, by 5th grade I'm strugglin'
My mind was on bitches and smoke I'm not functioning
On waht I need to be to get me through
The world is a school, and me? Fuck it I'm rollin' with the crew
Now boom there it is I'm labelled as
An eleven year old, a 5th grade fast ass
A year went by (uh ha) and I'm still bad as hell
I got a taste of jail nothin' major I'm only twelve
My grandmas pissed off not understandin' what's happenin'
But come with me, creep into the darkening
(Back in the day) It's southwest
Fuck with Jamal you catch two to your chest
Contest if a nigga want to fool
I be the leader of the new school I straight rule
That was (back in the days) the days of wayback
But nowadays it's all about million stacks (word)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
It all started on December 25th 1991 on the Illadelphiatic streets
Jamal took a step up and gave his rep to someplay
Prayin' that I make it to this day
I met this female her name was El
Said she liked my style of rap we chatted for a little while
Told me haps on how to make the snaps
She said she lived in Atlanta where business booms like rockets
And she had connects outta sockets
We exchanged numbers and I was off to the crib
Cause January 1st I had to start my bid (for what?)
For being a wild unruling child
A week my granny sent complaints to the juevenile
Finally January 1st, the day I hated
My granny flew away to Georgia I got reinslated
Now I'm off, no more sun for a year of two
No more get high no more lampin' with the crew
(what could you do?) Nothin' so I lamped for about 20 months and a half
Then I got amped (what?)
I'm losing my mind, I can't take (what)
All of this bullshit I'm about to break (Where?)
Atlanta where they got some wealth to share
Hits the poster with my granny I got some tracks to tear
So I did it, soon as I got home I did it
Then I got that bitch Janey Ace to get the ticket and I'm out
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
A wild little shortie on the straight looney expedition
Gut a nigga (uh ha) who ever thought I'd be in this position
I went from rockin' basement paprtys to placements to all these
Opportunites, I got to GA o.k. and I got situated
Reinstated in school and fell El too
I never forgot my number one plot
Was for me to rock the crowd and make my granny proud
No doubt I had to shape up or ship out
Never to be a failure so I found another route
At last to get the cash
And then massed to meet El in North Cacalac
She had this black little juvenile wild as hell that got busy
It's real so we packed up and bailed to the city
Together to shop around the sound and get down
With my nigga D hooked me up with E and I'm on
[Redman] Strictly shittin, fuck them niggaz
[Jamal]
You know who the fuck I am nigga?
Yo yo yo yo all the way motherfuckin live
from Newark, New Jersey nigga, like that y'all
Mally G represent like that y'all
Def Squad represent like that y'all
And we got the Funk, Funk Doctor Spock
[Redman] Funk Doctor Spock, up in your spots
[Jamal] Reggie Noble
[Redman] Funk Doctor Spock, with Jamal get wreck
[Verse One: Jamal, Redman]
Aiyyo, let me light the sky with the funk, and I
leave motherfuckers shook like dice, with the ice
grill, uhh I gets down like that
All these MC's get dropped to the mat
Me, I fade em all it don't matter what they status is
Who they run wit I show em all who the baddest is
I'm just a nigga representin the block
Comin live and direct when I rock I let the tune knock
uhh, through your motherfuckin speaker, now watch me freak a
flow with no limits fuck the mimics and the gimmicks
A lot of niggaz wanna test my steez
I don't trip I maintain then complain on CD's
Aiyyo, check out that new flava in your ear that amaze ya
I make circuit breakers get hot as Asia, or cool as glaciers
I counteract like macks and blow tracks out the wack
and turn MC's into little bitty artifacts
My ghetto tactics might backflip a medic
And if I let it, my 'matic, catch diabetics
Now who's fuckin with the, R-E-D, in 3-D
For G-P, I beat the piss out of you real easy
Yo fuck this that and a third that's my word
while your vision blurred you swerved and crashed while I wrecked your nerve
The baddest motherfucker since communication
I make the hardest MC, bumba like Jamaicans
[Verse Two: Jamal, Redman]
For all of y'all I drops the off the wall style
Absolute wild child demolish any juvenile
Philly representin peep the way that I be rippin
on the M-I-C spittin rhyme shit then I'm dippin
on a one-two breaker, funk fade the off
with the bump rump shaker, niggaz get tossed
Def Squad represents like this for the nine-five era
Insane creations are terror
Dynamite disco Denny devestating Dynamic Duo
You know, I be breakin five-oh, down to two-oh
Test my skills if you will if you real
Benadryl couldn't cease my mental ill disturbed skill
Feel this wrath of the psychopath Shaft
I make crack addicts wanna take drags off my funky ass
Now I'm itchin, for a pitchin, who's the batter?
Then I put you in bodybags like two six in 'Vada
Some say I'm sharper than the knives of Baroqua
I mark the wall like M.J. but two shades darker
Funk Doctor Spock got your block on lock
I call myself the Sooperman from all the cock I pop
Check the synopse, hah, I get wickeder and wickedest
Smoke so much that the dreads started givin benefits
(Fuck the bullshit, get the cash, no hesitation)
And it's the two niggaz droppin insane creations
Like that y'all
It's like that y'all (like that y'all)
The bom-ba-zi got me high (like that y'all) [x4]
[Jamal]
To my peeps in Queens (to my peeps in Queens)
It goes like that y'all (and ya don't stop)
To all my peeps in the Ill-Ville Town (in the Ill-Ville town)
It goes like that y'all (and ya don't stop, hoo-ahh!)
To all my niggaz in Jersey (in Jersey)
It's like that y'all (and ya don't stop, hoo-ahh!)
To all my niggaz in the BK (uh-huh, to the BK uptown)
Uptown, rock on (and ya don't stop, hoo-ahh!)
South Bronx (South Bronx)
Like that y'all (and ya don't stop)
East coast to the fullest (word up East coast)
Like that y'all (and ya don't stop)
(My man Eazy Mo Bee!)
Like that y'all (and ya don't stop)
(My nigga Erick Sermon, hooahh!)
Like that y'all (and ya don't stop)
I got two gats in my hand y'all
I'm talking to you niggas on the north, south, east and west
Fuck with Mally G and get a hole in your chest
I'm droping antosiastic metaphoric-type lines
The badest nigga to ever come of from the krib ana ryhme
Bracket fall creep for my deep meditation
As I break their ass up like appreciation
I stepped to the microphone and shouted:
Girls, who's got it.
You can kiss me. And ask to make a love song about it
I'm off the raw from every fras that's stand for black
Get the fuck out, fucking rat, just like a pump(hard to hear)
I come from the deep side, with Def squad in the basement
My style's been on deathwatch, like suicidepatients
When 50 grant start the illest level.
Shook in a niggas shaft. I conntact more steels then the devil.
Soon as rock become the main incredient.
I'll be making little niggas like little Ginger
Def squad represanting, get's no ruffer then this, lyrics.
Kill is a sinn
With a guillotine
Showing the Massachutien rap style from juwanail
To cross the border with alphabetical disorder
In sluter, increasing pain, insane in the brain
motherfuckas blowing their brain in diffrent delain
i take a fake ass nigga and toast his ass
Slik him numb, like multiple-glowroses *blahm*
I'll be that funky-like lyrical maniac who never pays me
Their hoffing and their poffing could never face me
Cuz I'll be, countalistic paper, you be my idol
God damn, the fucking homicide
Now, who dare's to be looking at me, I ain't nobody
i'm just that little nigga who'll be fucking up the party
Pop the DJ, with his life collagegrand
And niggas will be blast in the mix
[Chorus:]
Genetic for terror
[x8]
Don't ever cross
my brothers, up way in north
But I will never take a lost croud, just stay on course
I've been living on a lot of dog shit
type of more-and-more shit
Alot of MC's lost it
I'm here to terrorize the hardcore in the underground
Niggas back down or you'll get smacked down
On the real. Niggas been acting like a mutherfucking truppa
I sleep with the luka, to blast the intruders
I walked maniced depressed
You can't fuck with my steff
I put some wounds into your chest
to put your ass in deep rest
So who're trying to see, leeding his own def squad
Who can put niggas to sleep, like a muthafucking graveyard
I split your cranium, take that bullshit-tender
I twist you head off, like Dr. Mindbender
Who's the suspect, dressed in black, and is down on bring you the genetic for terror
Before I even fix my lips to speak, you know what I'll say
This is freaked, with a nuts word-play
I walked onto the face of the earth
All this pussy muthafuckas up for what they're worth
I fuck wild like juwanil and bluetrail
like another rapper, with a freaking wrestlers style
plus, there ain't no such thing as never geting tucked
Girls jump in my flow, like double dunk
i leave em' lost, in between recarection. In judgement day
Is were the punk-nigga lay
And it's deeper then you think
And it's borned alot of ho's so it will sink
Fucking with this, funkabius, Niggas from tha mist
Mothafuckas motion get stiff on colarisis
The Def squad MC
PPP, full of struction and addnormality
And we're intact incredibly
Disimpermenent, disability
I escapat like Peggt Flim overfunked beats
[Intro:]
To tha beat ya'll... to tha beat ya'll
[Notorious B.I.G. "Ready To Die":]
"I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch"
[Verse 1:]
See I done chalked up another one
When I drop a ton
Take your favorite MC
And bring the light like the sun
Get done
Bow down, I be the one known to rock rhymes
With lines beyond yours to make it primetime
I'm the master of the ceremonym Mally G
It'll be a long time before you see another me
I be, high in the clouds
With the system pumpin' loud
Trippin', lovin' life, it's the illest juvenile
With my nigga Red, runnin' up in
Your spot with enough dick for you and a friend
Some killa ass weed for those who huff
And make you wanna kill a nigga
After takin' one puff of the stuff
Shit is tough
But all stress takes away
From the Tanqueray muder in my way
Young World, peep my method of madness
Watch it bring sadness
Because it's that thoroughness
It's just me against the world
Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I gets mad wreck when wreck is the concept
Stickin' techs to fake niggas necks when they flex
For those that don't know about my flows
Let me introduce
I'm anti truce plus pack a deuce deuce
I'm 5 feet 5 inches
I serve the best of the lyricists
I come swift, Def Squad soloist
I be one of the illest, realest, gettin' busy shorties
Rollin' with Reggie, smokin' blunts & drinkin' 40's
I'm rippin' niggas out the frame with information
When I unleash shit
I dust 'em off like creation
When it's on it's on
Worldwide on his momma and his, and his kids
I represent the east where niggas I'll... Fuck peace
All the shit you talkin nigga
That will get yo ass deceased
Murder, haven't you heard of what I been droppin'?
Cause when I drop my I'll style
My style be poppin' like corn
Word is born
It's on again
I wet 'em up till them fess up
With the mac to their chiin
It's the black Mac 10 I never rome with chrome
When I do my I'll shit I only represent my home
It's P-H-I double the L, Y
When I'm in Newark, North 18th
Hittin' up Double I
Now sigh in relief cause y'all can't see me
I be the luniest little ass MC
Now... when I drop my format I make yo brains go splat
From what I pack niggas gots to react
To all the tramp gold diggers
It's that nigga Mally G
Got a stretch limo
If you wanna demo this info
When I rock you
I'm not about to knock ya
We could party all day
Until it's time to fuck *ya, ya bitch*
See, I'm gonna tell you straight up
No need to wait up
I don't wanna be no man
Put a ring upon your hand
See, I can tell bout the way that you approach bitch
That you want a big dick up in your flow bitch
And then I ran true
Bitches like you
Did what I had to do
Then let you run true the crew
And all that cum in your mouth that ain't no needing
Slow down bitch, cuz you're speeding
I like weed and cash
Rolling with my doggs on five
Claim them with a nine
Bitch coming down the dozing on a sunny day
And get done by Jamal
[Course]
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
Bitches acting funny
Fuck that, it ain’t no mater to me
See I don't tramp *tell them why*
I maintain my
And still shine
I know this chick named Fay
Just to always come true, fucking with my nigga Tay
[trick bitch]
But I don't give a fuck
Beside, this bitch was quite tight
And she had a fat right
So I pulled it to the side on day
She was rolling down the block, on her way to see Tay
Spaces shit of the topic
Told the bitch hope in
Got the bitch hot
And let em know who rock the smack the racket
Back and dizzy, I was gone
She said that her man was sleeping the next day, so it's on
The day passed
She came on the aftermath
Throw the bitch seen
Cucked the belly with the cream
And I opened the scene and the time flied by fast
At last, I'm about to put the dick up in the ass
She rolled dick to three in the morning
Then I said who long you've been blowing
And then she's all over my dick
And I ain't mad one bit
[Course]
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
[After talk:]
Make you wanna kill a motherfucker
Lose your whole shit
stinking ass bitches
[Course:]
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
I will put this in the shortest term known to me:
Don't trust no bitch
[Jamal:]
Ya see all these niggas wanna test my steez
I cock and squeeze on all phoney MC's
I still maintain and keep my eyes on the prize
Got to get the cream nigga better recognize (tell 'em why)
It's 95 and I gotta get mine (yeah)
Lampin' with the crew on the block I keep the nine (what?)
For all the jealous motherfuckers tryin' to bring the ruckus
Bust this, style and you know I stay dusted (what?)
Off the purple rain of pain insane
Niggas wanna see Jamal and then I Bring The Pain
Like Method, niggas second guessin' if they steppin'
I let them motherfuckers know where the weapons kept in
(it's in the back) My nigga Erotic got it rollin' on the scene
Seen that punk ass nigga and I shot at him (what?)
He was lampin' of the block
And niggas didn't see Jamal had the glock (what?)
It had the scope plus the infared beam mind full of schemes
Cause a motherfucker fried to get me for my cream (true dat)
It don't matter cause I roll like that
Droppin' motherfuckers who be steppin' to the mass
The weapon the keep it cocked
And niggas couldn't see Jamal they know I wreck shop
And everytime I rhyme my lines be bomb
Way beyond yours just to make it primetime
[Hook:]
Cause I got my niggas and we got guns, it beez like that
We always stay strapped [x2]
[Calif:]
Yo I get Brave like Atlanta, stickin' niggas like Deon Sanders
When I pack guns like Bonanza, Runnin' Rebel like Nevada
Fuck them whores, lampin' on the O sees sticks and drug war
Maxin' like Maxima, different styles like spatulas
Calif goes on cruise like perellies on Acuras
Nigga know who I am with them phat raps
Wreckin' ghettos and turnin' bitches out like crack
So fire it up and watch me get hot like two glocks cocked
Shit get down like two cops bang bang like two shots
WHUT UP how you want it? Lyrically your gutted
True to what I do my style is underground like subways (yeah)
Hey, who I be Raw Lif the chief rocka
The shit take ya straight to the streets of the east (word the fuck up)
Word is bron, fuck peace
Fuck with Def Squad niggas be deceased, cut it short
