[Dr. Doom]
Yeah
Yo, yo
West Coast, nigga
Crip, nigga
Better check the zip code, nigga
9-0-8-0-5, for shoe yo, check the zip code
Yo, check the zip code, 9-0-8-0-5
West side is my hood, fix yo' hood, nigga
What? What? What? What?
Black Knights, the moder-en day N.W.A.
Cali's finest gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised
Renegades, bustin off guns, definately
If I gotta go out, you're comin with me, like 50/50
Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme physician
Talk rude, bubble-goose, straight outta Hell's kitchen
Verbal hitman, Bobby Steels' ditch-diggin henchman
Monkey wrench men, I stay up in the war trenches
of L.A., put a hole through yo' eniche
Hey Mr. D.J., the Knights is here so let the beats play
We rhyme for eons, way beyond your small flow
You dynamite niggaz'll rhyme, our click is all pro
[Monk]
Divide the code of honor, kill or be killed at any time
Mathematically enclined, walk, talk with my mind
I pack metal, black gats, stainless steel swords for war
Black Knights attack, crash your coast, waves by shore
Young hitman, body ? until we master samurai style
Chop your neck, some niggaz funny style
Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle
I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark
Here's a book to read, like weed'll leave your brain sparked
Plant seeds, caught three to seam, got dark
The final shootout, live by the code, die by the code
Empty on your half ass niggaz and then I reload
[Chorus: Dr. Doom]
Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods
Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs
Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love
[Crisis]
Give 'em a double dose of that shit to leave 'em comatosed
No jokes, we smoke for comin with the rumble coats
Hitman, bullets rippin through flesh, flesh
Supreme penetration, enter your back, exit your chest
One marinate, cardi-inch roast, trapped in your neck
In this war zone, seven get throne, six connect
Discipli' incest, scorpion sting, kiss of death
In this genevese, clappin enemies, clearin facilities
You want drama? We can draw blood, I do the honor
Street novelist, pure dominence, you know the motto bitch
Knights is nothin luckin in the game so fuck bluffin
Cause mass destruction, leave bodies floatin in the Hudson
For the CREAM I'm lustin, the better thing the cheddar brings
From the get-go, we have this shit sewed, so check the zip code
(9-0-8-0-5) where cats get flipped on majorly, fuck cagerly
Thug life style, so bust this mic down
We might joust, Black Knight style, so what's this life now?
(Yo)
[Chorus x2]
Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods
Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs
Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love
From North Long Beach nigga to the C, ya hood
[Outro: Dr. Doom]
West Coast
Black Knights
Check the zip code nigga, 9-0-8-0-5
Yeah, yeah
It's real here nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Black Knights, nigga
West Coast, nigga
East Coast, nigga
South Side, nigga
North Side, nigga
Let's ride, nigga
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Yeah, it's the world's greatest
Black Knights, yeah
Come from the dirt on up
Straight nuttin', nigga
Zip, zero, mothafuckin' zilch
Comin', straight shinin'
Do that shit
[Chorus x2: singer]
Startin' From the Dirt Up, niggas gettin' murdered
Livin' in these ghetto streets
Switchin' for a come up, how can you come up?
Livin' in these ghetto streets
[Doc Doom]
The only way's up, cuz a nigga been down too long
Lost peers and shed tears, a nigga done frown too long
In these ghetto streets where we settle peace with metal heats
So many murdered fleets, I can't sleep, you peddle rocks in the street
That street value is dirt cheap, hustle amongst thieves
And creep, snakes and chiefs, that'll do anything to makes ends meet
That's why my family ties, bloodlines run deep through my veins
But it's hard to feel the stress of another man's pain
Through the rain comes the sunshine
It's hard to survive in the hood with just one nine
That's why my grind'll never stop
Til me and my niggas are sittin' on yachts, pollyin' stocks
From the Dirt Up
[singer]
Ohh.. ohh.. ohh..
[Monk]
I woke up quick, it was about a quarter to noon
Realized a nigga had to be in Compton soon
And I never listened to my mother
It went through one ear and out the other
My style as a juvenile, I ran with a gang
Slang in the meanwhile, just to have change
Fascinated by the street life, want all thangs
White walls, hundred spokes
I never rock murder-ones, cuz I sport low shields and locs
Forties, chronic, weed and the wet smoke
Cuz I'm a gangsta at havin' fun
I never left the south, without packin' a gun
I put fools in check, pull triggers, hot slugs'll put you in check
From the Dirt Up
[Chorus x2]
[Sandman]
From the Dirt Up, niggas ain't knowin' what we be doin'
West Coast, what? Killa Bees, rippin' and ruin
Keepin' it true in, any form, shape or fashion
Holler at my niggas 'bout some drama, it's on and crackin'
We stay mashin', whatever happen, it's on
Cock my pistol as the bullets whistle straight to ya dome
Leavin' haters alone, cuz we don't fuck with fake niggas
Game recognize game, that's why we clicked up with RZA
Give a nigga just a minute to spit a few lines
And watch me flip it like a verb cuz I want the whole nine
And I holds mine, ain't no time to sleep where we hangin'
That's why I'm bangin' with these niggas, yellin', Knights or Nathan
From the Dirt Up
[singer]
Ohh.. ohh.. ohh..
[Crisis]
Yeaaaaah!
While you niggas star-struck, me and my niggas stickin' stars up
Steppin' to us is steap as water, at all times
Far rhymes, delivered in the purest forms
Did order livin', would be dead in in jail, but yo, I proved mine
Did wrong, movin' on, with the script, so I spit the gift
Got 'em frost bit, frozen stiff, From the Dirt Up, word up
Nann Nigga bet' not hurt a hair on my nigga's head or I manifest the murder
Not on wax but on the crevices, bumps and cracks of the streets, reality rap
Too much for ya salary cap
Yo, the flow is priceless, Crisis dominate mic devices
Competition end up pumped up, exit lifers
Steppin' to the almighty like they wanna speak a peak
of God's widey, From the Dirt Up
[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]
Yeah, yeah, banged out
Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us)
Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah)
Why, why, why, uh
[Hook x2: Doc Doom]
You don't wanna fuck wit us
Niggas wanna fuck wit the Knights
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Me and my niggas stay banged out for life
[Chorus: Doc Doom]
We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out
Long Beach, Compton, niggas'll blow ya brains out
Way out, who's in the house?
Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
[Crisis]
Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist
Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot shit that rock shit
Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot
Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot
Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, niggas best act like
They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints
of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug
Then turned bitch, when niggas don't budge
And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be
A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya
Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach
The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep
Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut
Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts
I'm no joke, so analyze the words that I quote
It's like I brush my teeth wit coke, every time I speak, it's dope
[Hook/Chorus x2]
[Doc Doom]
You corny niggas bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories
Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre
Real niggas support me, cuz real recognize real
When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed
But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy
Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly
Come test me, you be another nigga on my shit-list
My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this
Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that ass beat
You niggas is worst then bitches these days, if you ask me
Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and shit
What's that all about, nigga, I ought to put this fuckin' gun in ya mouth
And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out
Everybody and they momma out here is banged out
From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats
We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat
Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety
It ain't safe in these streets, I know niggas that hate me
Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me
That makes me, get the gat and react hasty
[Chorus]
[KAM]
I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind
Nigga, I been pushin' the line
So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind
Overdosed, overdrive, override
Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side
Where niggas low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks
I hang wit Compton and Long Beach niggas but bang Watts
And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in
Peace to my niggas in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again
I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good
In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood
Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me
Now we bangin' the kind of shit that's started riots in the county
[Monk]
Monk stay in the streets, lay low
He creep slow wit a slow bop
Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bag
Stashed in the cutter, Compton up, who off the hook
Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out
From past beef, do dirt, you stole, wear heats
Down back streets, armed beats cruisers on mountain bikes
This the Knights, fuck you un-alikes, you stagnate, stuck wit no hope
We make bricks, hit after hits
Straight out the dungeon pit, my sharp fatal sting picture flicks to
punishment
We run shit, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay
Niggas step in my way, you get hit wit the "K"
[Hook/Chorus x2]
[Outro: Doc Doom]
[beez buzzing]
[Warcloud:]
West Coast, West Coast
Killa Beez
Antlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizard
Poetry of a man with no name, America
Cement mixed walled and born in ice cream
Holocaust the Minnie, greet with bloody handshake
Wu Empire and colleagues, luxurious
You torn like tape off football helmets, chip
Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses
Smoke a green and yellow candycane
Zombies still move through the college with orange teeth
Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs
Blood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fulls
Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red
Sasquatch, Yeti, battallion with one head
In a lonely place, dollars, razors and marbles
We break open forearms, Earth the last hour
Out in the tea house playing a hand of spades
Fist full of grenades, blow out the watch light
Convicts rally at moon set, the last
Flow stay smoggy, old carnival wind chime
Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies
One of the wood cutters, village Architect
Eighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in a lunch box
In a harsh realm, during the end of butterflies
Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings
Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out
Tongues spit out of their heads, I had a purpose
Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect
Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust
[Timbo King:]
Royal Famous, blame us
My first whip be a Chrysler
So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is comin"
Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of those
Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed
Yo my back hearts, feel like them crumbled wings
Bless by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings
Money to earn, money to burn
Give some, lend some, take it, fuck it
Be stingy off a stash if you have to
Nigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have to
Passion, pawn the shit, ya highest bidder
Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price
Motel models, go tell five-oh
Five-oh follow the black El Dorado
[Crisis:]
Who got that real shit niggaz blast to, bitches shake they ass to?
Hit you up with the hood when we pass through
Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (yo)
Topless in the cockpit of my drop six
.. in the cockpit of the drop six
[Meko the Pharaoh:]
Yeah, yo
Give me beats like this I start burnin
Wack MC's, ya still learnin
Just like punk cops that rotate on ya block
Millions of people was gonna hear the North Stars shot
While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential
Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials
Makin niggaz catch wind chills when my N.S. wind build
Niggaz better get real
Even though I stay pissy drunk, run with Kurupt
In a red mini van fed tinted, smokin on that spinach
All funny niggaz get planted
I got that Long Beach shit like J. Bennett
The rest of y'all niggaz sound like women
Scared of my sword when it's given
Y'all niggaz better stop pretendin
Cuz the words like I'll speak, we'll keep 'em printed
Kill or be killed is what I'm representin
.. representin
[Cilvaringz:]
Yo, yo, check it, yo
As 7 clouds form the storm,
I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death to
his first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarm
From the battleship throw darts that be acrid
We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antrax
Arise like the novice from earth under canvas
Of the Clan, fist to fist, kamikaze shock this
Like Nazi documents Apache Helicopters strike down
near the bunker of the Glocksmiths
Shop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70's
Gone With the Wind, I slung mines within
My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks
Neglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to my
Hall o Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement
so prepare to be slain by the truth
It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose son
Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin Europe
Black Knights, Royal Fam
[Intro: Big Nut]
Yeah (yeah) Let's get out there my nigga
West Coast Killa Beez nigga (fuck you looking at nigga)
Yo, we coming to serve all you bitch ass muthafuckas
Black off Black, Blackball Entertainment, nigga
West Coast Killa Beez, check it out, west coast style, yo
[Big Nut]
I'm so gangsta, I don't dance or walk
Nigga slide to slide, spit that heat or talk
From California to New York, I'm banging on wax
Like my nigga Big Y Dog and Little Hogg, fuck y'all
Niggaz dissin' the Black Techs and Six Mill
For real, you'll fuck around and get killed
Cap peel, just for saying foul to me
You out of bounds, you won't even last a round with me
[P.C.]
You really need to stop fronting, nigga
You don't really wanna do nothing, nigga
Once me get my killas get to dumping, nigga
You'll stop fall, jackin' and bumping your dentures
Dent your mug, 4-0, slugs, straight up in your cranium
One shot, I'm aimin 'em, shouldn't have been fuckin'
With the Killa Bee Gang and them, mad dog from P Dot
Like he not, heated, my desert eag' squeeze til you moonwalk and beat it
[Chorus: G Twin (P Nut)]
What you lookin' at me for?
(You don't wanna see this fo'fo, nigga)
What you really coming to do?
(Nigga I'll fuck your ass up)
I'll give you what you asking for
(You don't wanna see my fo'fo, nigga)
An can of asswhipping or two
(Nigga, I'll serve your whole crew)
[Pimp Nasty]
You niggaz should be calm, try and be patient
Cause if not, you'll be a patient, momma patient
Try'nna get herself together, they tell her, her son gone
He done tricked on, this niggaz Rob Strick-long
Talkin' out the side of his neck, swearin' that he served some nigga
From the gang Black Tech, now that's a lie, that's why I socked him in his eye
Hit him so many times, that nigga bound to die
[P Nut]
Yo, yo, what the fuck you looking at?
You niggaz want beef, nigga, get the cooking at
If you ain't banging rules, I ain't fucking with you
Niggaz stuck in the booth, niggaz ducking the truth
Blackball, robbing Nuts, send that nigga to hell
And go and bloody up the streets and the raunchy motel
When we come around, blood, better keep your chains up
Cause Black Tech niggaz don't give a mad fuck
[Chorus]
[RZA]
I'll put y'all niggaz in a stranglehold, you see my fang go gold
You fuck around, I'll put this foot up in your anal hole
The Black Tech, four foot magnum, two kiligrams
The sound alone - buck-buck - might kill a man
From Atlantic to Pacific, barehanded with the biscuit
KBG, east to west, we sick with it
Big guns and big dicks, dip six in sick knicks
Godbodies, bloods and crips and shit
[Gangsta Wiggles]
We gon' keep it way more gangsta than y'all, that's on the set
If you trippin' then I'mma holla with a Black Tech
Niggaz hating on me, when I ain't got shit
Just a pack of of cigarettes, and a fifth, ain't that a bitch?
Keep it gangsta? Ya'll don't even know what it mean
Cut a nigga open, blood, it's realism when I breathe
Fuck yo hood nigga, we get to cooking that beef
Tell that nigga, Nut, you better stop looking at me, nigga
[Chorus]
[G Twin]
On the swing tip, R&B; shit, to the flip
Get your flip locked, atleast we cool whip, cause I do shit
Like talk about pussy lips all day
I make your momma say, damn, damn, damn, james
Sayin' that you gangsta, just to sell product
Go back to the streets, stand and sell narcotics
It's you niggaz fucking up the game, man
And real killas, they gonna take their name back
Now who gangsta, who killa, who die
Nah, who flooded, who shitted, who pause
Mans is man, whether they bust a four
It's the who blast shirts, give out the last recall
Blast and haul ass, niggaz, whoop ass
Frontin', like a chicken with no ass at all
Shit we mash on y'all, y'all niggaz don't flaunt it
[Intro: girl (RZA)]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
[RZA:]
Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages
Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches
I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages
You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous
[Crisis:]
Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit
[RZA:]
Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit
[girl:]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
[RZA:]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity
Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick
Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths
Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make
My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake
Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop
I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top
Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks
Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy
[girl & Monk:]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
[RZA:]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity
[Chorus x2: Crisis, Monk]
I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Niggaz are in a state of emergency...
The death side, millions and millions armed to death
And life side, division of rule, we rule for delf
It's only death...
[Monk]
Monk slay fools like you that rap for free
Dick holes swift, code name: Dick Dastardly
Stay with a dime piece, heavy starch on the crease
Chucks fresh out the box, laced with the gangsta physique
Howard cap, Compton hat, blue penalty fleece
Chunky, heat on my hip, I'm Motorolin' through streets
Ain't, reached my peak, but I passed your peak
You assed and cheeked, my vocals stay smashin' beats
CQ, my answers speaks, and bang my shit loud
Black Knights is known for rocking mics, excite a crowd
Dial 1-800-BLACKKNIGHTS, anytime you want some
Gangsta beats, and some hardcore rhymes
Call P.C. and Chuck to come and lace your hooks
K.B.G. and Black Techs to come and heat up the booth
All you DJ's, if you need some drops
We ain't hard to find, cause we still on the block
[Chorus: P.C.]
Somebody call 911, we in a state of emergency
Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree
On all them seeds, urging me, we on the mash for this currency
Two elevens and burglaries, and murder in the first degree
On all them seeds, emergency
[Doc Doom]
Don't make put flames on your bitch ass, you switch fast
My guns like an ATM part, stick your ass for some quick cash
Then mash to the getaway car, swerving through red lights
Laughing, smoking and drinking, banging the Black Knights
The five mic, hood superstars, we ghetto as it gets
Rock my gear for three days straight and still snatch your bitch
Silly fuck, don't get gagged or duct tapped up
Body parts found in the dessert, a lost faker
I ain't joking, I'll leave your crew heart broken
If you ain't got five on the stack, you ain't smoking
Picture a nigga rolling, holding my pocket swollen
Shit, who gives a fuck if everything I got is stolen
Huh, it ain't a puzzle, the minds, I keeps a tech
Put the muzzle on mine, I was born into this life of crime
This life of mines, been a bumpy road, but I won't fold in these streets
Only makek my heart cold, huh
[Chorus]
[Crisis]
It's official, bloody paragraphs contaminate your system
Perscribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance
Baptize my throat with the henny and coke
Firewater mixed with ridalin hold it in til I choke
Get the full effect, eyes bloodshot, get drunk and pull a tech
Disconnect the neck, a diamondback, and disrespect me
Leave you posing for obitueries, posing in cemetaries
Trapped in a box, for trynna slapbox with glocks
Get your snot released with multiple slots, trays ricochet
Off floors and hardway, gunplay, all day, got the block
Locked like Broadway, fuck individuals we make 'em all play
Lyrical Scarface, vandalize the streets like property
It ain't no stoppin' me, I show 'em how to rock it properly
Set up monopolies, get CREAM from state to state
Bank the cake, from K to K, make the fake evaporate
It's no escape, we holding weight, holding down, in every state
[Intro: Kurupt]
All you despicable bitches
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, man
And I got somethin' to say to all you
Despicable, bitches, Black Knights
What y'all think about them hoes?
What y'all got to say about all these hoes?
Bitch, Kurupt Young Gotti, Black Knights
[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, you bitch, you bitch)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah bitch, won't you make me rich?)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch)
[Crisis]
Could it be, I'm pissy drunk wit Monk, comin' home at sunrise
Wit a reputation of fuckin' hoes the first night
Plus ya first page came at 12:35
Never returned a call, so duplicate 'bout 30 times
So now you talkin' loud, actin' wild, showin' out
Hoppin' all in my face, talkin' bout it's goin' down
You got the game fucked up, you better slow it down
Or catch an open palm, you better get it calm
I don't know what you been smokin' or sippin' on
That got you trippin' on, a nigga, but you flippin' on
A nigga at the wrong time, cuz I ain't on one, I'm on nine
Shots of Henny straight, no rocks, look I know it's your spot
But I ain't in no mood for attitude, bitch, where's ya gratitude?
[Doc Doom]
Trick, I'm tired of you always flippin' the script
Every time a nigga out, you think I'm trickin' my dick?
I kick ya ass if catch you keyin' my whip
Trick, I'm not of the niggaz that you used to fuck wit
Like the nigga Reese you burned wit a pot of hot grease
While he was 'sleep, you would of been dead if that was me
That's on the Black Knights Gang, it ain't a small time thang
I got a wife at the tilt, you just my part time game
[Chorus: all (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah bitch, bitch, make me rich)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I'm quick to tell a bitch to eat up a dick)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I'll slap the shit outta goofy ass bitch)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(A goofy, stupid, groupie, bitch)
[Monk]
It gotta be, she always stirrin' up an attitude for nothin'
Frontin' like she mad and shit, on some stupid shit
I hear the hot shit, pump ya brakes, I'm not in the mood
Relax bitch, you trippin', losin' ya cool
For the price of an argument, to fuck up my high
Fuck up my day, it ain't goin' down that way
Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo ass (bitch!)
Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash
Don't give a fuck, roll wit my niggaz, Bar Mitzvah slut
Phones stay off the hook, now ya ass is fed up
Disrespect my click like we don't keep it crunk
Stay in ya place and keep ya ass outta my shoes
Hit the road bitch, if you can't follow the rules, so what you choose?
[Crisis]
It might be the P.M.S., it might be the alcohol
It might be the fact that the Black Knights about to ball
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, make me rich)
[Monk]
It could be the naggin', it could be the braggin'
It could be the fact she hatin', cuz the nights splashin'
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make smack this bitch
(There bitch, you gots to skitz kadaf, it)
[Doc Doom]
You short on chips, runnin' her lips
Don't wanna share the pussy wit the rest of the click, but
[All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah I know that bitch, that bitch ain't shit)
[S. Man]
I fuck hoes for the squirtin' any season
African, Korean, European, Polynesian
No further reason to lessen my capacity
From the scrotum, cuz the nut gush it gradually
I'm S-man, tastefully delicious
Spittin' my game, gracefully, the bitches
I meant to step, the ladies pimp, the Don Peter
380, concealin' 'Gnac, pussy beater
Bitch bring a heater if it's cold outside (bi-atch!)
You better walk if I want at to ride (bi-atch!)
Fly like a bird if you wanna be free
Cuz I hate hoes, and hoes hate me
Lately, I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Ain't no stoppin' me, from gettin' this pussy for free
Cuz pussy's made to be poked, don't be afraid of the stroke
[Warcloud]
Now I'm big Warcloud from the L.A. streets
Swing a timepiece, last name: Concrete
I crack a crystal coconut, cruisin' wit a silly bitch
Smellin' like cigarette, high, we drove by
Apple martini's and tic tac, forget that
She's wearin' so much make-up, if I slap her, her face will shatter
Riffraff fiddle sticks, Huck Finn the lawyer
I make her paint the fence like her name was Tom Sawyer
Dirty, beggy Thatcher, I'm great like Joe DiMaggio
I used to write books by a soda pop and the Cosby Show
I push a girl down real hard and watch him laugh
His smile so twisted the world will feel the draft
Young, and the Rocky just shootin' at tin cans
Goofy bitch said something that made me mad (bitch!)
Gray jackrabbit, black boxing gloves, so love
I smack you like a toucan, swattin' a turtle dove (goofy bitch)
[Chorus: All (Kurupt)]
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, I'mma end up puttin' somethin' in this bitch right here)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Oh man you see that bitch over there)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Say bitch, don't you owe me some bread)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, give me some head)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(I ain't got money for you, nigga)
Something's gon' make me smack this bitch
(Bitch, shut up, shut up, bitch)
[Outro: Kurupt]
I know you bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't never been nothin'
If you was a quarter, bitch, you already broken down to a penny
You bitch, yeah, yeah, now go out there and get by bread
[Doc Doom:]
Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin and shit, California
Flossin on them gold ones
Black Knights
Old ones, I sold them
Sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them
Can I get a drum roll please for my gold D's?
Hundred spoke Daytonas, wish we all could be California
Smokin bank in the corners in a black six-deuce
Hittin switches, dippin, switchin on that ackrite juice
Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much pints of blood you bleed
May the fake thugs retreat, pop up barkin the heat
Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
Down the 'shaw where Knights is known to breakin laws
And if a bitch is ridin with me she's takin it off
Now get off ya job, if not bitch I'm layin you off
Cuz I guess the last nigga that you fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's
[Chorus x3.5: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them
[RZA:]
Up in a black bourbon tank labelled GMC
Smokin on a Newport long and PCP
Gat tucked in, easy pass, I'm low duckin
Dimepiece bird on the side I'm finger-fuckin
Bouncin off this deuce-deuces, fat like Polo gooses
Eighteen-inch woofers movin studio acoustics
Rim tri-star, chrome on my side-bar
Don't hate crab cuz I caught ya bitch eye par
Platinum grill, re-enforced solid steel
Superstar engine, force of an eighteen wheel
That'll crash through brick walls, smash intersections
Move through ya city escorted with police protection
Heated polished seats with back massages
You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
Smoke screens, blindin high blasts
GPS satellite navigation
Automatic lock doors drop jackers to the station
You got beef you get fed to Doc Doom
Goon, you can't fuck with Wu Killa Bee Clan platoon
I might get Holocaust to come and cough on you
My nigga Crisis might love to let one off on you
Or Rugged Monk rolls up another blunt
The great Digi goes and lures out another cunt
Cuz I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Ain't got no money or love for you funny fools
Cuz I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Sippin brews, packin tools for you funny fools
[Monk:]
I'm from the land of chaos where niggaz get shot for trippin
I caught a fool slippin on some D's, now I'm steady dippin
Cruisin, movin up the block cuz I'm the shit
Stick dick to hoodrats, make gangsta hits
I baptize my sticks, ice skate on seventeens
On the phone with five-oh, don't you love them D's?
While they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck the po-po's, I'm not turnin it down"
I love to floss as I toss up a fifth of that Crown
Bank corner after corners, watch all the ho's smile
[Intro: D.L. Hughley (Doc Doom) {Warcloud}]
So the other day, I'm listenin' to the radio and shit
And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights
These muthafuckas 'sposed to be from the West Coast and shit
(You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights)
But I ain't hear no West Coast in they shit, man
Them niggas sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that
(They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about)
East Coast this, man, them niggas is talkin' bout
Dun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the shit, man)
Them niggas ain't no killas, nigga
Them niggas is fuckin' East Coast dick riders (Fuck this nigga, man)
I know the niggas personally {I know the niggas too} (Black Knights nigga)
Man who the fuck is you talkin' about, I'm Gino, nigga, and Gino know
(Fuck Gino, nigga) You ain't know that (Nigga, tell 'em to smack)
(Fuck you nigga!)
[beat kicks in]
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Bang that shit nigga, fuck you
Bitch ass niggas talkin' that bullshit
From the side of ya necks and shit, fuck ya'll niggas
Real West Coast, nigga, right here nigga
Muthafuckin' real, nigga, straight up, Killa Bee Gang
Nigga, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya
Take ya muthafuckin' cash, muthafuckin' bitch
Take all ya muthafuckin' stash, it's real, nigga Black Knights get ya cap
pesled
Nigga, act like ya heard, nigga, it's real, nigga, check the shit out nigga
Yo, yo, aiyo
[Doc Doom]
I spit yae, my lyrics keep k's and dodge cops
Alone, I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block
We keep glocks cocked, lit daily, hop Chevy's and smoke heavy
Every night we got bitches shakin' ass in the telly
Drunk off Bailey's, we the shit, so fuck what ya tell me
I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, you tryin' to sell me
On the low, like you niggas don't sound West Coast
But it sounds to me, like you niggas gossip like hoes
All on our dick, knowin' nobody could fuck wit this
Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin', who want action
At the vet who haven't lost his step yet, place ya bets
I've been doin' this shit before Quiet on the Set
I'm violent wit a Tec, don't make me make these hollow heads eject
Murder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven't met our match yet
[Warcloud]
Chopped off fingers, seen you movin' for the jackpot
All Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots
Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast junkyard convict from darkness
Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist
Mean man hollow, the man who pain'ted flowers
String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers
Medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons
Iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants
Trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole
Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow
Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside
Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit the swells
Pearl handle cougar knife, baby pist' revolvers
Shoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorway
A la carte, more vay, I rhyme the best charm
Huffin' on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm
[Chorus x2: Doc Doom]
Who got that real shit, niggas blast too
Bitches shake that ass too, hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights got that hot shit, got ya hooker topless
In the cockpit of my drop six
[Crisis]
The committee, control and patrol the inner city
Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy bitch silly
You feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollers
We control this, had the baddest bitch deep throat us
In public, she do it just because we Wu-Tang published
They love it, bust a nut and don't think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds
[Monk]
Dodgin' dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want some
Of this Killa Bee Gang, bangin' Six Mill beats
We spit hotter than the summer heat, mid July
Always stay high, stay low, smoke gray Khaki
Blue dickie coats, chokin' on that Andy smoke
The Knights the antidote... prescription
[Crisis]
Description
Bar face abrazed undercover hit-men
Wastin' the shit like a religion, average, where ya livin'?
The unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivot
Niggas is innocent as infants
Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin'
Street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scraps
In my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breath
Lace up ya boots, cock and shoot
Let it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate
[Monk]
Who to say the Knights ain't shit, niggas get blew away
It's obvious we too much, fuck the such and such
Ya click can't rough, tough, low down and dangerous
Or save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures
Of high explosive, take two, and can't focused
Pass it around, let it rotate, that's on the eight
We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Doc Doom]
Muthafuckin' Black Knights, black Tec's
All my niggas on deck, online
Nigga fuck ya'll we be throwin' up mind
Gang signs, nigga, Killa Bee Gang
Fuck where you from, fuck ya hood that you claim
We bang, all day, all night
Where I'm from? Black muthafuckin' Knights, nigga
Straight up, West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang, thought you knew
Now you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin' whores
Ya niggas know me, niggas gives a fuck, Doc Doom
Muthafuckin' Black Knight to the tomb, gangstas, don't give a fuck, bank ya
Take ya cash out ya dickies, street's risky, heh
[Chorus x2: all]
Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas
[Crisis:]
Late night, LAPD lurkin like a great white
In bloody waters, yo we doggin cuz my click stay tight
Pull up at the liquor sto', cuz we gotta get some Mo'
40's and blunts, smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
Bout to school Monk, cuz he like my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman
He runnin by a parked van, smoked up on the dark plan
Devious plot, know how to get a knot
Nothin major, just runnin up in the local spots
I grab the blunts and the box of Newport's for Doc
It's vice night, every block infested with cops
I jumped back in, what's crackin?
You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months
You know he got dough stackin, stop playin
[Sandman:]
Nigga I'm not playin
They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11:30
Heard where the money be from a little birdie
Don't hesitate to speak, I've got 17 slugs
Let's make it in and out, and get the money and drugs
If you scared then go to church, where the Simpleton at?
He leave his bitch up in the house with a virtilo strap
And she timid with it, wouldn't tell that she knew who did it
We on the quest to survive, my niggas be the fittest
Let make it happen, rap, scrap or keep it cappin
Licks nice sound, cheques will keeps the goods lappin
Safe spot, lace Doc, and Monk he know what's happenin
It's just a little nappy nigga always been
trigger-happy
[Interlude: Crisis (Monk)]
(It's on, what's poppin?)
Hey, that nigga Sandman told you how it's goin down?
(4 Sho) He did? (Yeah)
Fuck it, let's go nigga
[Chorus]
[Doc Doom (Sandman):]
So S-man, what up? We gon' do this or what?
I know he sittin on somethin, we been watchin for months
(Plus his man just rolled up, he's about to Re-Up)
Let's hit em both at the same time
(Damn it's like you read my mind)
11:29, time to move out, ring the doorbells
Soon as he open the door, we whip the two's out
Everybody hit the floor, scooped up the drugs
Pistol-whipped his hoe, he said the money's up under the rug
in the master bed room (Check it out Monk)
But if you lyin, tonight all of y'all gonna be sleepin in a tomb
Monk what the hell we got?
[Monk:]
Bingo, we hit the jackpot
60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks
2 glocks, fresh out the box
It's time to smash out
Kill a bitch, empty the clips, and then shake the spot
The homies in the car, let's go, it's time to get home
Back to the spot, divide it up, so we can stack on
Sew the block up, bubble up, cuz times it's tart
Slippin in the streets, your ass'll pay to serve charge
Cuz it cost to be the boss
Tough talk and get your braces charmed
Spot Rusherz rush the spot, what the fuck you thought?
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: all]
We all wanna bubble, only with my niggas
[Intro : Monk]
Yeah, yeah yeah once again
The Black Knights is back
The Rugged Monk is back
[Monk]
Yo, I'm from the Black Knights
I only spit Black Knightful exciteful
I slow bob up the street with a stick and rifle
My tight flow unlike no other nigga on the list
patented high-pitch, on that like a switch
Never ran, switch snitch turned bitch on my click
Talk shit 'cuz I can back it
sneakin' with a ratchet
Uncontrolled, unorthodox
Always catch me on the block
shootin' dice, sellin bags
spittin' gang bangin' tracks
Slow-mo', 'cuz I took two drags off a stick
Bang that Black Knights shit
Straight off the top
we the hottest shit off the block
Connect with some vet's now we settin' up shop
Push through the hood, blue SS
Chrome I rocks, hood-tap
Park, brake, pancake
A free-wheel motion off a fire-water potion
down the strip, we steady floatin'
Black Knights, West Coast Killa Killa Beez
Pump yo' brakes and check yo' anti-freeze
When you step to emcees like these
from the West Coast, test most
and we'll leave your body afloat
[Break: Monk (Doc Doom)]
Yo, Next Up
(Dawg I believe that's me)
Light up the mic like a Wu Killa Bee
[Doc Doom]
When Doc Doom brings it, it's strictly raw
Fuck what you heard us all, my murder call
murders all you rap fraud neanderthals with one line
Better hope your rhymes can't compete with mine
cuz I'm that nigga you dont wanna see that rhymin' crime god
So what up, beef wit' Black Knights'll get you lit up
Five shots to the stomach'll leave your belly ripped up
like sit-ups, fuck ho's to get-ups, rock shows for G-cuts
Supreme Clientele tryin' to Re-Up like Ghost
We got a gang of niggas on post
The Killa Bee Gang, we bang from the East to West Coast
We deep, swarmin' through your party with heat
Ready to mash and blast the first motherfuckers with beef
[Monk]
Black Knights... Black Knights.. Black Knights...
[Break: Crisis]
Y'all niggas tore that shit up
Black Knight style, it's my time now
[Crisis]
Niggas ain't got what it takes
Make no mistakes in my circumfrence
Shatter your nonsense, my dominance'll crush ya confidence
I promise it, be the day of your life
Black Knights sacrifice mics, yeah we murder on site
Emcees get blown to debris for steppin to a Killa Bee
You fake niggas be killin' me, frontin' like you ain't feelin' me
It's all good (All good), because my shit is hood anyways
Eat you up anyday, show you how the inner-city play
In Killa Cal, we nice with chrome gun a microphone
Enter the sniper zone and watch your mind get blown
physically and mentally, lyrically and literally
All I know is seriously you niggas couldn't get with me
on your best day or my worst day
I'm takin' first play, every event in the cut
Heavily bent, heavenly sent
for every dime-piece lookin' for dick
The one and only, Sharpshooter dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely
Crisis, dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely
[Intro: Warcloud (singer)]
Smash the brook to the pipe and smoke it, to the pipe and smoke it
(It's strictly +Knights or Nuthin'+)
Black Knights, Black Knights
West Coast, Wu-Tang, Killa Bees (+Knights or Nuthin'+)
It's like disease in the breeze
(It's strictly +Knights or Nuthin'+)
Now we gonna rock it
[Warcloud]
Eh, eh
Nowhere man, a scorpion in the hour glass
Crows pickin' at flesh, they got devoured fast
Power blast lyrics that knock you through thirty walls
Now stalk through the pitch-black forest with dirty claws
War in the brickyard, clouds in the sky
A grasshopper has five eyes, family ties
Moses in the hole, great day in the morning
Old man Minerva battles with the Muffin Man
I rule the fuckin' lands, zombie at the drive-in
Lonely, vision a snake eating a pony
Lyrics, may cause vomiting, even death
Eighty men lay in the lot with broke necks
Swell 'em like rappers jaws, got a sponsor
Wu-Tang niggas move like classic monsters
I weigh more than all of Iceland
A toy monkey playin' the cymbols in an antique shop
I'ma stampede pop
Cold beer and won't sleep
Standin' on the terror smoke signal with verbal gold leaf
Big Warcloud, creator of all things
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Diamond in the sling, one world to wash
Saturday's room be Mars on the frost
[Singer]
It's +Knights of Nuthin'+
[Crisis]
Who could fuck with Black Knights?
The type to snatch mics
When it's goin' down, it's goin' down
You ain't knowin' you goin' out
How my style control the crowd
Breed niggas expose the style
of a red nigga, dead niggas ain't nann now
Fuckin' with the flow, let you cats know, we swarm Digital
How we bring the Punishment, still runnin' shit
Still never love a bitch, give 'em nothin' but nut and dick
Cuz bitches ain't shit but, ho's and tricks
But, most niggas ain't shit but, ho's with dicks
We real, you bitch, prob'ly the type to sip where you piss
You wish you could step to this, mic specialist
You got no win, I'm like that weed you can't hold in
That increase ya heart beat and leave ya lungs swollen
You didn't step into some shit, ya silly ass dove in
Head first, my click let lead burst, we network
State to state, we make the fake migrate
Annihiliate those that violate, we play for high stakes
[Chorus x2: all (singer)]
+Knights or Nuthin'+ is the law that we live by (+Knights or Nuthin'+)
Die by, from the home of the drive-by
Walk by, take a trip on the darkside (+Knights or Nuthin'+)
Underground hip-hop, we got this shit zip-locked
+Knights or Nuthin'+ is the law that we live by (+Knights or Nuthin'+)
Die by, from the home of the drive-by
Walk by, take a trip on the darkside (+Knights or Nuthin'+)
Underground hip-hop, we got this shit zip-locked
+Knights or Nuthin'+
[Doc Doom]
+Knights or Nuthin'+, nigga
I'm +Cold Blooded+, the type that like to get high in public
Doc Doom's the shit, when I spit it, niggas love it
Can't get enough of these rough rhymes, or these raw beats
Break the best rapper's ass down like a stalled Jeep
Keep flow, for all you, so-called rap pro's
You act, Bolo niggas is the ones that brought the gat, foe
Asshole, what should I give you a pass fo'?
First you was tough, now you don't want no hassle
See big guns make big niggas turn bashful
Whip out heat, they give you everything you ask fo'
Everything from diamond rings to cash flow
Hand the shit over gradual then slide off casual
We mash fo' +CREAM+ and respect, I'm mean with a Tec
West Coast style, take you off of yo' set
Cuz now y'all niggas fuckin' wit vets
+Knights or Nuthin'+ is the motto, kill you off if you ain't comin' correct
[Monk]
Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun
Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto, the +Knights or Nuthin'+, so stop frontin'
Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch
Don't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe
You know my technique on a raw beat
Speak a Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic
All mine, it's strictly Black Knights
Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
the right way, spit like a King, M-O-N-K
The conqueror, smash your sponsor
Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Uh, what? Black Knights, nigga
Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea, West Coast
Uh-huh, yea, Killa Cal Lifestyle
Yea, uh-huh, yea, yea, yea
Killa Cal Lifestyle, yea
Yea, yea..
[Crisis]
The ghetto got us trapped that's why we bust gats
Flush crack, fuck raps, blast first, bust back
Trust that it's a must that, we regulate
Never hesitate, on the paper chase
Go all out, hollow-tips until ya fall out
Wildly raised, highly praised, addicted to rowdy ways
A lot of cold nights and cloudy days
Get me set-trippin', wet dippin', Moet sippin'
When the Tec's spitten, we leave more than sweat drippin'
On and off, Northern course, blast gats at their horse
We usin' force, no remorse and niggas slackin' on these laws
Against the top notch, cream of the crops
So keep ya glocks cocked, keep ya spot hot
Scorch to pistol-whippin' and hit ya fortune
[P.C.]
Yo we got somethin' for you, hear more of this, fag
Hit a nigga with a quick stiff rigormortis jab
Knock his eye out his socket, take the chocolate tai out his pocket
And Knights watch, now we're real nigga rocket
It's a shame, paid all that money for that chain
End up slain, +Fuckin' With the Wrong Nigga+, man
Black khakis with peanut clang
We bang with Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
[Chorus x5: Doc Doom (Crisis)]
+Killa Cal Lifestyle+ (+Killa Cal Lifestyle+
Where it's hunt or be hunted, drunken, weed blunted
Nigga bring it if you really want it)
[Doc Doom]
What the fuck, fool?
Yo, I'm from the home of the set-trip, where ya man-hood is tested
Constantly on some next shit, anybody could catch it
Killa Cali warfare, orange hair smoke
Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali ain't no joke
There's no hope, niggas gon' slang dope
Gang bang and hit licks to get chips, like "Why not risk it all?"
Money's the principal, fuck if I slip and fall
Fuck it I'm dippin' dog, my click and all
Will empty out clips on y'all clowns
Poppin' that bullshit, in Killa Cal we pull quick
Let off a round and let 'em know where the fuck they're at
We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat
Because it's like that
[Chorus x4]
[Monk]
Niggas don't play in Killa Californ-I-A
Where I stay, yes bodies lay in the alley way
The way of life I live is fucked up
That's why I smoke blunts and get drunk
In Killa Cal we dip down blocks and let the sounds bump
On seventeens, our rocks spin like these
Bitch Please, you know you pause when you see the D's
Stocked up on the ring-a-lo and six-fo'
It's summertime, you know we floss down Crenshaw
+4 Sho Sho+, we catch ya slippin' at the wrong light
Your things is my thangs and that's on, Black Knights
Live by the code, the rider's code is what I live by
If I'm empty, reload and let the slugs fly
[Chorus x4]
[unknown female singer: x6]
The life we live is just the life that we live
[Chorus x4]
[unknown female singer: x4]
[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]
Killa Bee Gang for life, niggas bang for stripes
We will gang bang ya wife, then slang that bitch ice
Stop playin' nigga (stop playin', Black Knights, what?)
West Coast (west coast) Killa Bee Gang, nigga
Yo Monk, Monk, get ya sniff nigga (Wu-Tang gang, get the shit started)
[Chorus x3: Doc Doom]
I'mma be a Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life
[Interlude: Monk]
It's on, nigga, these niggas trippin'
(Fuck that nigga, we..
We might lose our life on this one, nigga)
[Doc Doom]
I stay on the grind like hustle men, raps Gitchi Dan
Runnin' from police in Wu vans, stash the contraband
Gangsta lime life, we smack niggas up that don't rap right
On Black Knights, we take flight on suckas on sight
The Killa Bee Gang for life, niggas bang for stripes
We will gang bang ya wife, then slang her ice
For the right price, I'll even take that hoe life
Drop the money like hot dice, and I'll fix her up real nice
The greedy type, runnin' through red lights and construction sites
Just to get away from the cops, cuz I ain't doin' life
Fuck that, if the po's dump, then Monk dump back
[Monk]
Trust that, if the po's dump, then Doc, I'll dump back
Leave that ass wit no get back in broad daylight
On Black Knights, I'mma stay down for life
Bang in the hood, snatchin' mics and rockin' spotlights
We live the hood life, that's why our attitude is so rude
Stay down and do dirt, push work and punish fools
Disrespect your crew, I don't give a fuck, you can get it too
We stay true, til this Killa Gang, Killa Bee Click, is what I claim
You talk shit, get ripped without a chance to see ya man split
Cuz I'mma Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life, Killa 4 Life, and bang for life
[Chorus x3]
[Crisis]
Who the realest on the streets? Is it the crips or bloods
Pimps or thugs, niggas who just dent ya mugs
For jealousy, envy, greed or lust
High off the dust, I ain't the one, you play me close, you'll get touched
I'm a street nigga, from the hood blocks, I keep the heat cocked
Slapped up street bumps in the hood, to slow our speed knot
Whether walk by, drive by, still go on
Bodies drop like flies, when the heat get drawn
Closed distance, long range, blow ya brains, it's all the same
Index and thumb curve, simple and plain
Hit you up like Black Knights, nigga what up?
Shut up, before I get Doc to fuck ya off
[Doc Doom]
And dog I keep the block way hotter than Lil' Wayne
When my pistols flame make you muthafuckas feel the pain my steady game
Ya know, who's to blame, Doc Doom's the name
From the Black Knights, West Coast Killa Bee Gang
Hit 'em up, wit that real shit, that Cali cap peel shit
That red and blue rag, body bags, zip the feel shit
Real quick, we really ain't the ones you wanna deal wit
Cuz real quick, we have the homies pay ya ass a visit
We misfits who run wit guns, that's unlisted
And these guns'll run you faggots out ya own districts
So don't get us twisted wit the next crew
Nigga, this the West Wu, Black Knights, we specialize in gun, fool
[Intro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]
(Get bank on it)
Yeah, Killa Bee Gang, nigga
(Still runnin)
Black Knights, nigga, what what?
What What, nigga?
West Coast, test what?
West Coast, nigga what?
Bring it on, nigga
Get gone, nigga, what?
I don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, nigga
Nigga what what? Nigga what?
Nigga, bring it on, nigga
Nigga what what? Nigga, bring it
I don't give a fuck
Bring that shit, nigga
[Warcloud]
Monkey dragging hammers down Indonesian stone steps
Walk in America, medicine man fever
Snorkle in the rat's nest, hitch hiker junkie
Where is the side walk end, knuckles drag
Julian Po, Armadillo duffle bag
Juice stars and fudge sticks
Roller coasters and ferris wheels
Two large revolvers, rock fights in alleys
Farin' more dough, meet Mr. Constrictus (muhahaha!)
Roll up a blunt on my passport
Hittin' like a grasscourt, fabricated verbal crash course
Last horse that gallop through snowflakes
White feathers with red tips
Died yesterday obey what the weapons say
Pointed at your face, shoot your screamin' briefcase man
Dear Niagra, 'Death of a Salesman'
Tip-toe on 'Barbwire'
Dirty maggot sausage, fat minds of peddlers
Newstand editor, Archibald the Lecturer
Me, man, Archibald Kray, call 'im Arky
Holocaust awfully, sippin' vanilla coffee
There's a 'Trap Door' tarantula living behind my right eye
heavy as a slug bust, life is a Holocaust
Architect medic, crystal bullets that flare though
Hangin' back to back in a field with a Skarekrow
Later call it elbows, spittin' the same lead
A White Humming Bird, how roses came red
Drive-in in the swamp.
[Crisis]
'Kill or Be Killed'
It's me, back in the flesh, packin' a Tec
Crackin' in ya vest, tappin' ya chest, half to the neck
Struggle with breath, wrestle with death and ass on the set
The Knights shine while you faggots reflect
Half-step, hold my own, Crisis never regret
The scuba jet with knowledge
Runnin' traitors, all Devils get demolished
in the county of the Lost Angels
Niggaz chant the Black Knights like 'The Star-Spangled
Banner', ghetto grammar, cut you off the David Banner
Blue and roll with banners, slicky than a bleek is as bright
When I rest up in 'em, death to criticism
It'll get 'em, my niggaz plot patiently waitin' to set it
Line for line rhyme for rhyme you'll dull and pathetic
Synthetic, artificial, generic, my darts'll split you
Vertically, I know you faggots heard of me
[Doc Doom]
Heard of me, heard of me, heard of me
[Chorus: Doc Doom]
It's 'Kill or Be Killed' in these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach
That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep
Low key, gang bang with OG's
Bee Gees, YG's, TG's
Who want beef? Who want beef?
[Sandman]
It's the hillside strangler, Sandman the dream keeper
Eliminate your team with the streetsweeper
Spit a rap doct-erine, ash and graffiti text
Come on and get put to rest, who wanna see me next?
The street vet from the North-side, pack a black Tec
Let my pants hang, use gang bang dialect
Sew you in, every mornin' "Wake Up" in front the liquor store
Loo dump those karate shoes up and hear 'em roll
[Doc Doom]
It's 'Kill or Be Killed', that's why I sleep with my steel
Cautious, 'cause niggas out here kill at will
In Killa California, where niggas put flames upon ya
So put them things up on ya
Smoke weed, and bang corners
Bang on ya like what set you from?
Better have ya gun at close reach
'Rollin'' through Compton, L.A. and Long Beach
You might get ya life took, fuckin' head shook
These Cali streets is full of killers and crooks
Gangstas and cops, semi-automatics and glocks
Niggas don't scrap no more, them was the days of my pops
Niggas that box, nowaday they twistin' on tops
Killer Cal, nah don't think it's ever gon' stop
[Monk]
You feel the steady impact of the mighty bomb jack
Blew a gold ass hat and five ones of chrome gat
I love to gang bang, pants hang ridiculous
Kick it with these high heads that's off the hook
I don't fuck with hooks, I'm straight from the streets
Kid what y'all eat?, prepare for warfare
Step and you'll get laid there, dead on the spot
RZA signed us fresh off the block
Make sure you know my hammer's cocked
And at all times still on the grind trying to get mine
Ask me how I get paid, my verbal switchblade
Ask me who I'm 'Rollin'' with I say the Iron Brigade
Follow along, we stop like a comfortable raid
Anybody in our way, it's for sure to get slayed
Group or solo, solo my poop
We only recruit, real soldiers, Iron Brigade soldiers
Real niggas, smash buildings, blaze glocks, so fuck feelings
Lace up the chucks, get on the average start the real dealing
'Real Shit' make my money flip Compton, Cali
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]
Faggot motherfuckers
The Gang, nigga
The real G's, where you from (Compton)
The niggaz bitches, what? Fuckin' wit us
Boy (L.A.) The Black Knights
West Coast Killa Bee Gang, nigga
Wu-Tang nigga, when we bang this, hear?
(Linwood, Killa Beez) Nigga
Nigga, Watts, all that, nigga
Straight up, nigga (Inglewood)
Where y'all niggaz from, man?
(Malibu) Hey young'n (Hollywood)
Out here tryin' to be like the G's, nigga
Straight gangstas, man, we gangstas
Homeboy, nigga, just gang bang rap
It belongs to us, homeboy (Right, right, right)
You know I mean? That bullshit you speakin'
is on some other shit, boy, and I mean it.
'You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us'
[Intro: D.L. Hughley (Doc Doom) {Warcloud}]
So the other day, I'm listenin' to the radio and shit
And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights
These muthafuckas 'sposed to be from the West Coast and shit
(You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights)
But I ain't hear no West Coast in they shit, man
Them niggas sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that
(They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about)
East Coast this, man, them niggas is talkin' bout
Dun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the shit, man)
Them niggas ain't no killas, nigga
Them niggas is fuckin' East Coast dick riders (Fuck this nigga, man)
I know the niggas personally {I know the niggas too} (Black Knights nigga)
Man who the fuck is you talkin' about, I'm Gino, nigga, and Gino know
(Fuck Gino, nigga) You ain't know that (Nigga, tell 'em to smack)
(Fuck you nigga!)
[beat kicks in]
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Bang that shit nigga, fuck you
Bitch ass niggas talkin' that bullshit
From the side of ya necks and shit, fuck ya'll niggas
Real West Coast, nigga, right here nigga
Muthafuckin' real, nigga, straight up, Killa Bee Gang
Nigga, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya
Take ya muthafuckin' cash, muthafuckin' bitch
Take all ya muthafuckin' stash, it's real, nigga Black Knights get ya cap
pesled
Nigga, act like ya heard, nigga, it's real, nigga, check the shit out nigga
Yo, yo, aiyo
[Doc Doom]
I spit yae, my lyrics keep k's and dodge cops
Alone, I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block
We keep glocks cocked, lit daily, hop Chevy's and smoke heavy
Every night we got bitches shakin' ass in the telly
Drunk off Bailey's, we the shit, so fuck what ya tell me
I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, you tryin' to sell me
On the low, like you niggas don't sound West Coast
But it sounds to me, like you niggas gossip like hoes
All on our dick, knowin' nobody could fuck wit this
Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin', who want action
At the vet who haven't lost his step yet, place ya bets
I've been doin' this shit before Quiet on the Set
I'm violent wit a Tec, don't make me make these hollow heads eject
Murder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven't met our match yet
[Warcloud]
Chopped off fingers, seen you movin' for the jackpot
All Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots
Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast junkyard convict from darkness
Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist
Mean man hollow, the man who pain'ted flowers
String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers
Medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons
Iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants
Trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole
Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow
Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside
Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit the swells
Pearl handle cougar knife, baby pist' revolvers
Shoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorway
A la carte, more vay, I rhyme the best charm
Huffin' on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm
[Chorus x2: Doc Doom]
Who got that real shit, niggas blast too
Bitches shake that ass too, hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights got that hot shit, got ya hooker topless
In the cockpit of my drop six
[Crisis]
The committee, control and patrol the inner city
Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy bitch silly
You feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollers
We control this, had the baddest bitch deep throat us
In public, she do it just because we Wu-Tang published
They love it, bust a nut and don't think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds
[Monk]
Dodgin' dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want some
Of this Killa Bee Gang, bangin' Six Mill beats
We spit hotter than the summer heat, mid July
Always stay high, stay low, smoke gray Khaki
Blue dickie coats, chokin' on that Andy smoke
The Knights the antidote... prescription
[Crisis]
Description
Bar face abrazed undercover hit-men
Wastin' the shit like a religion, average, where ya livin'?
The unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivot
Niggas is innocent as infants
Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin'
Street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scraps
In my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breath
Lace up ya boots, cock and shoot
Let it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate
[Monk]
Who to say the Knights ain't shit, niggas get blew away
It's obvious we too much, fuck the such and such
Ya click can't rough, tough, low down and dangerous
Or save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures
Of high explosive, take two, and can't focused
Pass it around, let it rotate, that's on the eight
We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Doc Doom]
Muthafuckin' Black Knights, black Tec's
All my niggas on deck, online
Nigga fuck ya'll we be throwin' up mind
Gang signs, nigga, Killa Bee Gang
Fuck where you from, fuck ya hood that you claim
We bang, all day, all night
Where I'm from? Black muthafuckin' Knights, nigga
Straight up, West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang, thought you knew
Now you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin' whores
Ya niggas know me, niggas gives a fuck, Doc Doom
Muthafuckin' Black Knight to the tomb, gangstas, don't give a fuck, bank ya
Take ya cash out ya dickies, street's risky, heh
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Yo, uh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Straight hustlin', bubblin'
My niggas, all my bitches, the fuck
Hustle on, fuckin' hustle on
[Hook 4X: Doc Doom] *same time as chorus*
Hustle just to eat, we all are in need of, some paper, so we
[Chorus: Doc Doom]
Hustle is a way of life
No matter what ya hustle is, make sure ya hustle right
Curb servin' workin' 9-5, I find ya shootin' dice
Get paid, gettin' paid, just to avoid the strugglin' strain
Hustle is a way of life
No matter what ya hustle is, make sure ya pockets right
Curb servin' workin' 9-5, I find ya shootin' dice
Get paid, gettin' paid, just to avoid the strugglin' strain
[Doc Doom]
All my niggas get ya hustle on
Bubble on, til ya money's long
Time waits for no one and I'm tired of strugglin'
I need chips, my baby need new clothes and new kicks
And daddy need big houses and new whips, I can't slip
I gotta come up so I hustle from night to sun up
Whether it's writin' these rhymes or duckin' one time
I stay on the grind, who can knock me?
For tryin' to eat, cuz starvin' is for the weak
And ain't shit sweet in these streets, you can't be lookin' for no handouts
Fuck around and you be waitin' wit ya hands out, cold broke and stressed out
No dough to stretch out, no smoke to let out
'Fo' I go broke, I'm runnin' in the bank wit the tech out
Like where the money at, no time, for no funny acts
Because this Tec'll hit you where ya actin' funny at
So where's the loot, don't make me shoot, we just soldiers
On high pursuit, mashin' for the money, get ya paper
[Hook/Chorus]
[Monk]
Hustle is my way of life
That's why I'm on the block, posted up, gettin' right
Through the struggle, there's hustle, the juggle, tryin' bubble
That's why I maintain and keep sane and don't stumble
Shootin' dice, hittin' licks to make my chips double
That's how I live, my whole lifestyle's major trouble
The things I go through, day in and day out
Make me say, fuck it, change and do a new route
But why change now, these my means to survive
I'm tryin' to stay alive, that's why I slang dope
Get high and write the street rhymes
Duck from the cops cuz the jakes ain't shit
They harass a nigga ass for every dollar I get
And every case that I got, that's a dollar that's spent
But I'mma stay on the grind, til I stack up my chips
[Hook/Chorus]
[Crisis]
Hustle heavily, ghetto all-star, hood celebrity
My destiny, filthy rich, another street legacy
Manifested, competition, pockets left anorexic
Some niggas dirty mack, them haters be the first to catch it
Streets got my brain infected, expect the unexpected
My niggas run in reckless type to make ya run ya necklace
I puff a blunt for breakfast, and brainstorm on different ways to get paid
You give it up or get sprayed
Iron brigade, hustle for gold, hustle for souls, hustle for dough
Hustle for clothes cuz a hustler knows
How to walk, how to talk, grind harder than Tony Hawk
On a front-line, dodgin' one time, under the sunshine
[Hook/Chorus]
[Intro: Gangsta Wiggles]
If you really want it...
That's if you really want it...
That's if you really want it...
[Chorus: Gangsta Wiggles]
Hey, Ladies if you really want it, we can get it cracking, oh yeah
That's if you really want it
Hey ladies, if you really want it, we can get it cracking, oh yeah
That's if you really want it
[Gangsta Wiggles]
I love hoes -- oops, I mean pretty bitch
Thick thighs, big brown eyes, with dick on your mind
That love to polish the dick, til they see the big shine
See you hoes, I did it up to her, out for hustling for mines
Seems like all I do is hustle with rhymes, or chuck a rhyme when I spit
And she drop down to her panty lines
So I dropped a few with the bar, and they gave me a few
Dropped a few more at the label, and they gave me a deal
I'm like a lover for the ecstasy pill, that's why I spit the best shit
To make your ex-bitch on ecstasy switch
She cop now, she turn now, she making me speak
Cause I know how to get shit cracking, in this game
[Big Nut]
Game of chasing whem I'm dicking these hoes
Fake bitches, yo I'm sick of these hoes
I just wanna stick my dick in they holes
You ain't a dime, you a chicken in clothes, I clip your wings
Pluck the feathers off your back and make a casserole
She fast to roll with an old nigga, even though
She be 18 in June, I'll be in that soon
Leave your window cracked open, I'll be in that room
All night get hard wiper, up in that womb
I got a call from the Doctor of Doom, he said
[Doc Doom]
Fuck this solo bolo mission, I got a whole platoon of hoes (now that's what's up)
Blastin' a cup, her ass on my nuts, harassin' my dick
Kidnapping my sons, by swallowing cum
That's when my body got numb, her name was Pussy Galore
She was the finest of whores, her coochie never got sore
She wore, suits made of valor (yeah, glass up, backing that ass up, out on the floor)
[Chorus]
[P Nut]
Hello there, mama, I'mma pop a lot
Black Tech boy, puffin' on some sticky marijuana
Do the honor, baby you can give me some head
I'm not a trick though, maybe he can give me some bread
I'm P the weasel, never P the weeney, get it right
You know your bitch ass boyfriend, can't hit it right
You commited right? So all that mean, is y'all sleep in the same bed
So keep it calm, givin' the same head, you gave me and him
Strip clubs, pussy holes, navigator, yeah, nigga, we be in there
If you wondering what I want, it's simple and plain
The neurologist, baby, all I want is them brains
[Pimp Nasty]
The sound of sweet sugar rain dripped on my window pane
Caramel cinnamon clit, lick my candy cane stick
Soon as the chronic was lit, chocolate factory
We gradually moved accross the dance floor sippin' Daquiri
Dramatic words spoke, like, music to her ear
Turned around, seen her friend, like, what do we have here?
You'se a starter, and you should be the captain of my team
Women's lead, lead them hoes to swollen pounds of purple weed
Smoke it for me please
[Chorus]
[Monk]
My name is Monk, love, let's stop at untouchables and get a dove
Sack of Hawaiian gold and the nice clothes
Four 0, from the liquor store, you know we popping
You the Hollywood type, still dickin' for an Oscar
So you in the hood, like I lay down gangsta kike
Niggaz is right, you can graduate and get that ice
I light up your neck, wrist, and ankle with the things you adore
But I don't pop out, baby, I pop more
[Crisis]
If you really want it, you got it, black Pocahontas
Give head to violence, I beat the pussy til it's red dropping
You want some money, bitch, I bank your Prada
That ain't my steeze, just put on capri's down to your knees
True indeed, don't clip cheese, so there go these nuts in your mouth
Let the Sharp Shooter bust in your mouth
Soon as I finish I be rushing you out, unless you talking cash
And if you talking cash, baby, what's the amount?
[Intro: 12 O'Clock (Sandman)]
Two On Da Road right here
(Uh-huh, somethin for the radio, nigga)
Two On Da Road
Uh, Two On Da Road
[Chorus x2: Sandman - singing]
When you see me at the party homey get at me
And don't be mad when your girl try and spit at me
Cuz when the beat got doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
It ain't no limit to the things that we can do
[12 O'Clock:]
I'm at the bar, Long Island Iced Tea
Double shot of Hennessey for this pretty piece
with pretty feet smellin like Victoria Sec'
I could see her bra and panties were pink
Lookin Spanish or Greek, finest thing I seen all week
Movin with her cousin and niece
I'm movin with my mans Monk and P
Stand at the wall, long chrome 3-3-3
Pussy for free like ODB, high off the eves
Bitches lookin like Pamela Lee
Butt-naked on their hands and knees
Roll up the trees, burn somethin 'fore we leave
Give your friend your car keys, slide with me
[Shyheim:]
Peace
Hey vagina, use my name Davey Crocket
I'm king of the wild frontier, your sex hostage
MMMMM.. Mr. Lover-man, what's cookin good lookin?
Let's jump in the fryin pan, fuck yo' man
He don't want it with us killas
With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a
[Doc Doom:]
Bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flow after a few beers
Just tell the DJ the Black Knights is up in here
Wu-Tang is in here, the whole Killa Bee Gang is in here
and ladies holla when we in here
cuz they know it's Big Pimpin goin on in here
and in the VIP, ho's take it off in here
So get at me cuz I know you wanna spit at me
and I'd be a fool to let that fat ass pass me
[Shyheim:]
You wanna ride in the 600 BAAA-BAAAY
with your head out the window like "HEY HEY"
Tell everybody in the hood you my LAAA-DAAAY
We big up for life so you crazy
[Prodical:]
This killa dog puffin green gandy, ready to sink through some panties
Caught some eye candy, sippin on Coke mixed with Remy
Yo Monk, shorty got a lot of junk in her trunk
Now she surfin through the crowd for our weed and skunk
A nigga 12, droppin treasures like the jewels of the Nile
Twenty-seven, ManChild from the Isle of Shaolin
We sky Sushi bar, Meoshi par, finest cigars
and the ladies in the place wanna know who we are
Gumah Oz Dubar, my hand all in her bra
So what's the deal ma'? Can me and my Clan Bar Mitzvah?
Call your girlfriends, after-party, house on the hill
Come and do real, she said "I'm burnin heart off the pill"
Drinks for free, I got my own VIP
Two or three, or it can be just you and me
Let's get it on and poppin, crack-a-latin with no debatin
No time for the fakin, baby girl what's shakin?
[Monk:]
Catch Monk in the midst of party crackin, don't dance
but I boogie to the beat low key, I stay splashed
And drunk still drinkin, poppin major with the ho's, I'm groovin
with this fat bitch, she stuck with my slang and my dresscode
I got close, whispered "What's up with the Bar Mitzvah?"
Then I grabbed her ass, she laughed with a porno look
and pussy popped her ass on rhythm with the beat
But passed, she with her man but her friends came two cars deep
[Intro: Crisis (Doc Doom) {Kurupt}]
Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights)
{Tell these bitch niggas to snatch up
Before these bitch niggas get smashed up}
Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down)
North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound)
{Yeah, niggas Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, nigga)
Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these bitch ass niggas)
[Crisis]
My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness
Leave ya on the floor twitchin', bitchin' cuz ya here wit
The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips
Fuck who you roll wit, the faggot niggas don't control shit
We the opposite, lockin' shit, while y'all blow dick
Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff
Label the memory, should've known the clones, death's the penalty
Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist
Ghetto shit, could deaf the you and me
Dirty documents, invest every slum in the continent
The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist
Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin shit
I long dick tracks from the back, on the attack
Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll
Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop
Until it's finished, niggas is foul, cripple ya style
Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack
Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react
[Chorus: Roscoe]
I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half ass gangsta raps
Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act
We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched
Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act
Now ain't that how a gangsta act
[Doc Doom]
Straight from out the bowels of killa Cal'
Where niggas don't smile at all
Stick you up in broad daylight, fuck waitin' until night fall
Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out
Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet
Killa shits, all you gon' hear from the killa click
Killa Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics
Ya mix up in heavy light, only fuck bitches that's already tight
To open they legs, so I can sweat it right
Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists
In this industry, you wanna hear shit? Then call us
At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, fuck where ya fools from
If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun
On ya side, cuz I know a gang of niggas that done died
In these streets, slippin' without a heat
But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt
Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert
[Chorus]
[Monk]
Monk rock mics over Hennessey, bitch spittin' that real nigga shit
How long where niggas don't die, we just get high and take flicks
Smoke weed and hit licks, talk shit, and hit tricks
Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts
That killa Cal' shit, Cadillac's and Rego's and Lolo's
Slippin' on them D's, the Knights wit flat beds and lolo
Post for gangsta photos and high top chucks
Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a fuck
Young niggas off the block, that uncontrolled, unorthodox
Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days
Wet like a tidal wave, ya punks better behave
When the nights come through, push through like trouble makers
Unstoppable, off the top, my brigade controls the block
[Interlude: Kurupt]
Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, nigga
Check it out ... nigga
[Kurupt]
Gangsta, gangsta, bitches and hoes
Muthafuckas jack for they switches and folds
I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson niggas
Like Excalibur in separate sections, see
Talon touch niggas like fingertips
That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips
To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind
Hit niggas in separable places at the same time
Poetical stand bomb, nigga, scodelic relic
Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis
Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin'
Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds
Save ya self nigga, cuz you know you don't want it
Sixteen bitches, sixteen switches
Matrix and new glitches to canyon niggas in ditches
Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, nigga
[Intro: Miko the Pharoah (Christbearer)]
Yeah, North Star, what? (Yeah, ye-yeah)
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) What? What? What?
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) What? What? What?
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) Christbearer
Ye-yeah
[Christbearer (Meko the Pharaoh):]
Christbearer make 'em all fall down
'Til they kneal and get the feelin, Motherless and Heaven-bound
(Heaven-bound)
Don't ask me why I chase the cat
Or do the dog-catcher with a rat 'til the dog spawn crack
Killa Beez attack with D's on the Lex and the cleavebacks
With Siamese macks (Long Beach)
Now girls, release the hounds
We impeach, that Caprice the ground (Yeah)
Beat up all dragons, but we unleashin now
Run the beast through towns 'til the beef is ground (North Star)
Now, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
And sweet baby James in the black flames
With the Carolina in my mind, searchin for a rhyme
Came back with the black sunshine
And fuck ya friends, all of them come and go (Yeah)
And they never come to see you when ya money gets low (Low)
Then let the record show that you could never love a ho
In debt to treat the baddest bitches like so-so (so-so)
I'm from the N-O-R-T-H where niggaz is forged to G cakes
With the three eight's, sedate, niggaz that caught a gate (What?)
See people make the world rotate
And I give 'em God in the flesh, the ass to test the vest
Stress and manifest success
I make 'em all say, "Yes", impress and address
The G.P. like L.S.D. (Uh-huh)
I'm a take you out way out (way out) where ya never been before
Into the coke and they laid out
Hittin California corners in the legs
Hittin Tony Romma's with the police on us (on us)
(One) And I don't give a fuck about the cops
With Mac in the peanut cups, spendin the high rise
[Doc Doom (Meko the Pharaoh):]
Gangstas make the world go round (Long Beach)
North town, Comp-town, puttin it down, Cali bound
We smoke, we joke, in the city of dogs and locs
Don't get ya pass revoked
[Shyheim:]
We smack niggaz like you and tell 'em, "Go get ya gun"
As far as I'm concerned you could suck dick and swallow cum
I'm God-son, the rose of salvation
Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation
I'm move like vampires, only at night
Hand grip like pliers on the glock with rapid fire
Goin haywire, I stab a nigga 'til my arm gets tired
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round, bloodhounds
Body Brighton town, Now Born town
Staple-town, Park Hill bloodhounds
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[12 O'Clock:]
I'm Brooklyn bound, I break ya ass down
Hardcore type sound that vibrates the whole ground
Around and around, where I stop, no one know
But if I'm comin ya way, best bet to get ghost
Champagne to toast, all cheers to this host
I rock coast to coast, any state that I approach
When catch the blast of a blunt of a Philly
I get crazy stupid, I got more bodies than Billy
The kid drops rhymes with a mind like Einstein
Never the swine, I love my family cause they mine
Check out my shit when I slam from my lips
It's never no riff cause my people come thick
It's 12 O'Clock in effect gettin wreck
See I pack a Tec if some beef on ya projects
Nevertheless, I rock and roll like Elvis
Stay fresh dipped from the feet to the pelvis
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Christbearer:]
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Doc Doom:]
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Meko the Pharaoh:]
Meko the Pharaoh shootin down niggaz with black arrows
A soldier from the Wild Wild West
Rollin through city streets in a North Star vest
Funny niggaz get scared as fuck quick
Cause they man didn't learn to duck shit
Now that nigga's duck sick, from the flick of the wick
Media 'vict, deep shit
Women and man starts to happily flip
When I grab the mic grip, start tossin up shit
Y'all niggaz never thought North Stars would make it
Now ya gettin mad when ya girl starts to shake it
And Wu-Wear, the Wu-World Order
North Stars wet niggaz' ass like toilet water
Cause gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[12 O'Clock:]
Thugz make the world go round
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Christbearer:]
Gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Monk:]
Gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Shyheim:]
Thugz make the world go round
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll niggaz duck low
Niggaz ain't playing no more
Yeah, duck low, nigga
It's going down, round for round
Nigga, hit the ground, yeah
Duck low, when them guns blow
Flaming your way, nigga, it's real out here, yeah
[Chorus x2: Doc Doom]
Duck low when the guns blow, cause bullets don't have no name
Anybody can get it, everybody is fair game
When the guns flame your way, you better duck low
Duck low when the guns blow, duck low
[Doc Doom]
Duck low when the guns blow, cause niggaz out here?
Ain't scrapping no more, they'd rather put a tag on your toe
Niggaz go to war, with tech's and calico's, gauge, and fo'fo's
Four-fifths and nines like, pull up slow, where them fools go
Right there, a gun can be a nigga's worst nightmare
A price there, my brother Rube got shot, I was right there
Like damn, somebody call a fucking ambulance
Ya'll see my brother bleeding bad, call a fucking ambulance
Cause gun plays, all day in the streets of L.A.
From sun up to sun down, niggaz be letting off rounds
Layin' fools down, cock and lock the whole block down
And won't stop spitting, til they drop a few of you clowns
Gunnin' you down, just because you run with them clowns
So blame it on your hood, cause they got you in some shit now
So expected, these Cali streets is so reckless
And treacherous, and I suggest you don't test
[Chorus x2]
[Doc Doom]
My whole team is ghetto street thugs, who'd rather bust slugs
We young guns, straight from the slums, and raid them hoodlums
Ghetto with manics will leave you slanted, so don't test me
Or with my team, cause infered beams can make the whole scene turn messy
My sign says money and weed, outfits and phat whips
Loungin on the sands of Jamaica, with a fly bitch
With wide hips, my nine's my sidekick ready to die for this
Brigade that I claim, Black Knights; we verbal terrorists
Cherish this like old ancient arts in museums
Black Knights, West Coast Killa Bee, nigga, move like Koreans from Pradium
Jam packed colisseums, with blatant portrait
Double time to rhyme for the plan goes accordingly
Triple platinum and some change, not far from border range
Hustling runs deep in my veins, my father's sold cocaine
[Chorus x2: Thea Van Seijen]
Bloody samurai, my feet will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
[Crisis:]
Yeah, I'm like daredevils, I dare devils to take it to that level
Make 'em dig they own grave, with they own shovels
Sharpshooter drop helicopters, black out shadows
Cause when it's time to ride, it's like pedal to the metal
Full fledged, beat suicidal, leave holes with skull heads
Hit your cult for your vote, leave 'em all dead
And some, Knights like games, plus handsome
Hoes hold me ransom, you mad and throw tantrums
Seven braids like Samson, strength of Jobe
Since these niggas wanna trip, I make it all unfold
Didn't choose the genie, didn't choose the leprechaun
Niggas better watch the grapes, like they stepping on
Thinking it's a game, I rose him, now your ass is frozen
Nuclear explosion, we straight West Coasting
[Thea Van Seijen:]
I was born as a soldier, and I'll fight in a field
I'll run like a hunter, and I'll die in the field
[Chorus x2]
[Rugged Monk:]
The street apostle with Roscoe's, that'll burn flesh off your fossil
Make you suck on that nozzle, 'fore you swallow these hollows
Clutching a bottle, yeah, I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga, I don't write raps, little homey, I write novels
Every chapter I capture, the mind of millions
When I slang raps like crack, to the women and children
Bring down the building, crime wars, oh what a feeling
Feels good like I'm puffing on that sticky chameleon
The street villain, made most of his money from drug dealing
It's rules to the game, trust nobody that's squealing
Cause snitching is a pet peeve, like a bitch with a bad weave
It's not honor amongst thieves, nigga deal with greed
I'm from a breed of real killas, that's cutthroat
That'll front you to work and kill you if a buck short
Bloodsport, flick you like the butt of my Newport
Or with the butt of my gun, take that, nigga, run
[Dexter Wiggles:]
I come to stop the hollering and screaming, blaow
Stop screaming, make a nigga wish he still dreaming
Since appearing against a ninja, taught him barbarianism
South Central mentalism, like the local news on the local high school
For all this realism, don't let all the whites go there
Cause all the whites'll go there, have 'em all braiding they hair
And having tattoos, and street numbers instead of good grades from school
It's like ridicule, and what would Jesus do?
If he was standing at apartment, he was beeping with that dizzle
Like a hole ain't enough to end all ridicule
But a ho'll get real holy enough to preach and end you
[Chorus x2]
[sample:]
If you win, I'll tell you where to find the number two
If I win, I have your head
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Eh eh eh eh, yo Corona girl
Eh eh eh eh, what's up girl?
Eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh
What's your name? You down with the twist?
Know I'm sayin? Get a 'misfah crackin
Bar Mitzvah baby, we can all indulge
Let's have a Bar Mitzvah
[Chorus x2: all - singing]
Bar Mitzvah
Please bring yo' cousins and yo' sisters
If she ain't wit' it we gon' twist 'er
cuz we just wanna have a Bar Mitzvah
So baby let's have a Bar Mitzvah
Please bring yo' cousins and yo' sisters
If they ain't wit' it we gon' twist 'er
cuz we just wanna have a Bar Mitzvah
So lady let's have a Bar Mitzvah
[Doc Doom:]
Yeah Black Knights, yea
What? Come on, we could all indulge
Yea, show some love, to a gangsta
Straight up, Killa Bee Gang
Yo' sisters
Twist her, come on
So baby let's have a Bar Mitzvah
The Black Knights
You hoes actin all brand new like you ain't never been ran through
Fuck me and I know you fuck the homeboy too
Cut the game, save that sucker shit for them lames
cuz I know that you was a hoe and you never gon' change
Just come through, oh yeah and bring your homegirls through too
I got a gang of homies and they thirsty like me too
We can all get drunk, get butt-naked and fuck
cuz all I really wanna do is bust a couple of nuts
Get my dick sucked and be out
but first I gotta get my dick up out of this bitch mouth
Roll in the rich, ride on nothin, then I dip out
So fast the hoe don't even know that I done slipped out
[Chorus x2]
[Monk:]
Yo, what's up with the twist? Cuz I'm down with the click
They call me Monk, the bitch frontin like she don't want the dick
You tryin to starve, play it off like it's funny and shit
So I approach, put her close and started touchin the clit
Got it crackin, whipped put, she started slurpin the dick
Hit it the pussy then I bounced cuz the bitch ain't shit
I got another 'misfah crackin with this other young bitch
She liked it two at a time, I stopped too many's the nine
One in front, one behind, while she waxed the other taxed
The bitch was nice with her shit
Pussy tight as vice grips, when she tighten her shit
Gotta call the homies cuz they'll love this bitch
Cuz they'll love this bitch
[Chorus x2]
[Crisis:]
Black Knights keeps it crackin late and twist the baddest bitch
Body ghetto fabulous, emmaculate, extravagent
Hoodrat actin arrogant like she the shit
I whispered, "I just wanna see the shit"
She nasty, flash me to let me not, homey beat the shit
Now she callin every other day like she need the shit
Turned out, burned out, always talkin 'bout how we the shit
Her friends worth the hurt, cut up skirts, always compete and shit
Work the whole brigade and don't let nobody leave and shit
We spaz out, had them bitches in the telly with they ass out
Sippin on Henney 'til the mochas pass out, we mash out
Adios, we ghost, thanks for the throat
Wake up butt-naked with a hangover, purged out and dead broke
[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]
Yeah, yeah, banged out
Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us)
Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah)
Why, why, why, uh
[Hook x2: Doc Doom]
You don't wanna fuck wit us
Niggas wanna fuck wit the Knights
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Me and my niggas stay banged out for life
[Chorus: Doc Doom]
We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out
Long Beach, Compton, niggas'll blow ya brains out
Way out, who's in the house?
Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
[Crisis]
Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist
Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot shit that rock shit
Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot
Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot
Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, niggas best act like
They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints
of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug
Then turned bitch, when niggas don't budge
And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be
A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya
Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach
The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep
Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut
Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts
I'm no joke, so analyze the words that I quote
It's like I brush my teeth wit coke, every time I speak, it's dope
[Hook/Chorus x2]
[Doc Doom]
You corny niggas bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories
Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre
Real niggas support me, cuz real recognize real
When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed
But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy
Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly
Come test me, you be another nigga on my shit-list
My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this
Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that ass beat
You niggas is worst then bitches these days, if you ask me
Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and shit
What's that all about, nigga, I ought to put this fuckin' gun in ya mouth
And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out
Everybody and they momma out here is banged out
From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats
We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat
Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety
It ain't safe in these streets, I know niggas that hate me
Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me
That makes me, get the gat and react hasty
[Chorus]
[KAM]
I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind
Nigga, I been pushin' the line
So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind
Overdosed, overdrive, override
Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side
Where niggas low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks
I hang wit Compton and Long Beach niggas but bang Watts
And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in
Peace to my niggas in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again
I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good
In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood
Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me
Now we bangin' the kind of shit that's started riots in the county
[Monk]
Monk stay in the streets, lay low
He creep slow wit a slow bop
Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bag
Stashed in the cutter, Compton up, who off the hook
Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out
From past beef, do dirt, you stole, wear heats
Down back streets, armed beats cruisers on mountain bikes
This the Knights, fuck you un-alikes, you stagnate, stuck wit no hope
We make bricks, hit after hits
Straight out the dungeon pit, my sharp fatal sting picture flicks to
punishment
We run shit, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay
Niggas step in my way, you get hit wit the "K"
[Hook/Chorus x2]
[Outro: Doc Doom]
[Intro: Monk]
Yeah, yeah, Six came with a hot ass track
The Black Knights is mothafuckin' back
Close that mothafuckin' door
We don't wanna hear no echoes
Hell no, blaze that weed up
This mothafuckin' shit is about to let loose
Ah yea, blaze that shit
We from the city of the Queen Mary and the Spruce Moose
Long Beach to Compton, niggas is on these
[Monk]
Street smart, strong darts
Come from the heart, can't fall apart
Slacked off and now it's time to show the real value of the Rugged Monk
Fuck y'all marks, my niggas thug it up
Wu-Wear and chucks, the Knights, we just don't give a fuck
Criticize about this and that, Black Knights done Pillaged that
Fuck that, keep the shit real, y'all niggas love my raps
Not just that, the style, the Knights got ya actin' wild
Demolishin' styles, watch Monk rock the crowd
All killas, we gang members and rap niggas
With black Tecs, pull more cards and pull spreads
With killa instincts, peep my rugged technique
I, slay MC's if you wanna battle in these streets
On beat or raw beat, I gotta keep it complete
You can't fuck with my crew, what ya, thought I was weak?
Feel the effect, Black Knights live on the set
Protect Ya Neck before you be the first one to get swept
Let 'em know, it's the.
[Chorus: unknown singer]
It's the Black Knights, Almighty Black Knights
There's no beginnin' and there is no end
Fuckin' with us, you don't have no wins
Fuck this is my groove
[Doc Doom]
The Knights hold mic's like black gats
So MC's hold ya money stack, heard ya funny raps
Got ya tape, got my money back, the shit ya spit is wack, black
Black Knights, we don't deal with that
Killa Bees attack from the West, now can you fuck with that?
Hell no, that's like a mountain compared to a pebble
Ya stale flows'll never be able to match the levels
That I'm on, you silly rap niggas gotta be head-strong
Battlin' me is like tryin' to run when the infrared's on
And I won't miss, so you can just kiss that ass bye-bye
You silly fucks should've learned to duck when I let lead fly
Doc Doom the dangerous, straight from Los Angeles
You can't hang with the Swatch gang, so bang to this
And ride dry to this, plug you like appliances
Real street scientists adapt to all environments
Heat firin', got big niggas perspirin'
Slugs slap ya dome, put ya in gangsta retirement
[Chorus]
[Warcloud]
A black living museum (muhahahaha), after dark we're plenty
Five copper pennies, Holocaust the Minnie
Matinee theme where music meets film
A suitcase bomb, apple crisps and tarts
Peak lemon pie, bullets in a basket
In a lonely place, Last of the Mohicans
Navaho Geronimo, exquisition a scarecrow
Thin red line, red corners and hallways
California stallion towards the light berzerk
Loud dirty work, fingers walk up a skirt
One-eyed Cactus Jack, sketch artist
Long palmagranit, pirate gun slinger
Created from the pieces of different Gargoyles
Pico one, the last home run
A town called Buffalo Jum is where it landed
Murder single-handed, ice planets, the bandits
[Chorus: first three lines only]
[unknown singer]
The West Coast Killa Bees is too strong
And Wu-Tang Clan money is too long
It's too long.
When the day doth break
It shall not remember the night
Save for an ebon speck in the sky:
Our banner in the wind caught high!
Cravens wished they could forget,
Traitors tried to bury our fame -
But our true glory doth shine
Across the oceans of time...
Panthers of steel growl
As they approach the field -
Black Knights all around
Fight and know no retreat!
Proud and strong, warriors all,
The drum of thunder rolls -
High above the enflamed sky,
To victory or Valhalla it calls!
When we march to the front
It's not our weapons you should fear,
But the Devil himself who rides on our side!
We will laugh at each step, as we trample the foe!
Wherever we pass, castles shall fall and cities shall
burn
And we laugh at each step, as we trample the foe!
When we return, you will know our songs
You will fear the point of our spears -
When the legionnaires enter the Fatherland
Hailed as victors, heroes returning at long last!
Panthers of steel growl
As they approach the field -
Black Knights all around
Fight and know no retreat!
Proud and strong, warriors all,
The drum of thunder rolls -
High above the enflamed sky,
