Marianne, Marianne
With your voice like silver strings ringing
And sounds of laughter and singing
Keep repeating, Marianne, Marianne
Marianne, Marianne
Oh I can tell better than anyone else could
That there's more to you than just bad or good
There's a teardrop or a shaft of light for your heart
Marianne, oh, Marianne
The dawn will be breaking soon
And my voice will fade with the moon
And the sunlight will remind me of you
TONIGHT..
Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG)
Baby, allnight long.
DAYLIGHT
Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU
And we'll rock on and on and on and on...
(Yogi)
Mic check 1 to get ready, hon
Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns
And give me some funk that's wild and
Poundin
And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin
Astoundin
Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker
And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker
I'm in there like swimwear
Oh yeah
No diggi
And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ???
Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong flow,
I gotcha in a sleepa life ??? strong bow
[Mighty Ha]
HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO
(Chadio)
Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio
And let me crush it,
With a new style few pile peices and bits
Into hits
Like this here shit
So calm down clown
When I come around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown
Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the sound from here
To Zaire
If this don't work, things get steep and deep
I'm runnin in the streets
And i'm playin for keeps
For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
Dread get me fed
End up dead
Cuz i'm phsyco
Choppin you down is the route that i might go
And that goes
For all my enemies and my foes
Pronto, pronto
Chorus: Might Ha (repeat 4X)
PRONTO!
Nigga gimme yours
All a bitch could do for me is
Eat dick and drop her drawers
(Yogi)
In L.I.P
This is how we be
Snappin necks
Stashin checks
And next on the pussy
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies
Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm kinda low
Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today
(AAHHHH!)
You got the boom, it's over
I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G
We takin part of this to dr. dre on sista b
It's like that yo (THAT YO)
Like that yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie
(Chadio)
You got crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By the flip of a lip, by the flung
Of a tounge
Couldn't care less if the world blew up
But i wanna blow up before it blows
Thru flows
Of persistance
Which make a difference
In my everyday existence
Causin me to go the long distance
But back to a simple style and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a doormat
This type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga
So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio
This here shit is type Pronto
(chorus)
Shat CRU, CRU, CRU
Yeah Ha Cru
Mic checka da one the mic check three
Cru in you baby
Mic checka da one the mic check three
Mix it up with the big Y.O
Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin'
Mad drug dealin' mad caps peelin'
I do my thing drink a Budweiser
And I seen more Busch than Dan Anheiser
Twist the caps of you fake John Gottis
Watch the pump shottie, make you look like Kwame
Cru's about to drop the dirty understand the cipher
Got nothin' to lose so I'm-a do like a lifer
Niggaz couldn't catch up with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll
Beef up a step and style with a fall
Nothin' but the rough, understood?
Got me in double extra large bulletproof wit' the hood
Sittin' at the bar sippin' Beck's
Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphone" on deck
So who's next? Rugged Ras
Flossin' ice, and drop that soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked 'cause they hittin'
Plus I'm all around like Scott Pippen
Here it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico
If you love the way it's goin' down let me know
Fuck it, Harlem knows the ledge
All my Bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! Plus we got the Cali love
Y.O.G., truly yours the Breakfast Club
Yo punk
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see
You spit phlegm I spit fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien Vacation
I'm abductin' muthafuckin' rappers to my inner space station
(What?) For sheezy
When Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, believe me
I hit below the belt
Bustin' niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell yeah I'm a rida
Ain't nuttin' sweetie, cancer causin' like saccahrin
Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed black men
An' nowadays fools forget what they actually named
Besides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, I don't give a shit how rich ya get
I'll have you in the car talkin' to yourself
Like Alanis Morisette with turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I like sisters with vaginas so
(Can we get freaky toniiiiight )
Donald Trump wouldn't let you shine his shoes my man
If you pissed off you dyin' with your dick in your hand
Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate Earth
And fuck that servin' emcees and livin' bummy
I'm on some show me the money and still educate the dummies
It's all about me for you and you for me
And playa if ya do for two we do for three
You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague
It's all about me for you and you for me
And playa if ya do for two we do for three
You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague
You see the words is meshin' through this lyrical aggression
Punk's pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no time for second guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we full court pressin'
Testin', any in our way learn a lesson
Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson
We ain't got no time for excuses and reasons
Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four seasons
Wanna blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
Foes I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your nearest town wit' the frown expression
Those Bronx streets left a lastin' impression
Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock bein' timeless
Pure dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime that's adorable
Got the rap shit covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to bear arms
L.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C
Keeps me a fifth of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass peeps that flashed heat
Never no more, when I pull I blast he
Think you could deal? You crazier than Bjork
Showdown, Armageddon
Allah, yo, Akbar
One to the chest, two to the back
Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back
Loungin' with my Cru above Meck and Harmony
Bringin' like 13 other niggas, at least
Took them for some action 'cuz we love to party
The double agent, Biggie Smalls and BDP
So um, walked up in the spot, pisses
Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses
Walkin' through the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ
Huggin' me some love, you rich mothafuck
Everyone was there, representin'
Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin'
All of a sudden I thought shit gettin' thin
Wu-tang actin' up with their group from Shaolin
Erick Sermon tried to representin' his island
He said, "Hey", niggas joked him
Redman seen this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother
Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova
Jersey had his back, that's a fact
But BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps
Six minutes, KRS you're on
The bridge is over, South Bronx drop the bomb
Nas and his boys were in there yellin', "Kill that boy"
Oh shit, in the gutter everything went wrong
Biggie Smalls yellin', "Can't we just all get along?"
Nope, it's Armageddon
One to the chest, two to the back
Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back
One to the chest, two to the back
Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back
Oh, shit, all hell breakin' loose
Instead I should of went to that party at the muse
For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at
Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin' out a gat?
Damn, now I know somethin's really wrong
First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long
Black moon caught mad brooms and they done
Method Man, murdered by the same gun
Kool G. Rap lickin' shot and KRS
But he didn't die fast 'cuz the brother had a vest
Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him
Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him
Everybody going buck nuggy, word life
Rakim throwed slit by Eric B's knife
Damn, this gettin' iller than I thought
Playin' the back on the law so I won't get caught
Wonder where Yogi is at in this piece
LL slumped over the bar, deceased
Redman, a dead man, essence forever
Latifah in the corner with a fuckin' head sever
But as I look around, know everybody's dead
Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal
Flowin' like a flow with my heart like steel
Doin' how we do, then we bring it to ya face
To let the haters know the real
So chill and bring ya corny act to the flow
And shake ya money maker for the big Y.O.
With the mighty Ha and the one Chadeeo
It's time to set it open, bum rush ya radio
Aiyo, get a little closer, the A plus material
Lords imperial carryin' gills with no serials
For protection when I'm in foreign sections
Wrong directions can have me locked in corrections
With constant erections and affections
Visions of different females in my reflections
Roll in silence, how the real one's move
Commando, that's Marlon Brando's move
Yo, it's the Y.O.G.I. uptown's big digga
Hit ya with the rhythm that make that back quiver
Comin' with that hit upnorth doin' one
Playas want me to feel, but yo, it's just begon
Yo Berra, uptown serra
Get a little closer, just to hear a little clearer
Cla clack, now back ya stuff up, that's what I told ya
Run the ghetto unions, the official car holda
It goes one for the uhh's, two for the ahh's
Three for those up in luxurious cars
The C, the R, the U, Cru, that's the fullest
Spittin' butter with the force gun spit bullets
One third of the C R U what ya want?
On the head hunt, the first of every month
Placin' emphasis on the butter flow
Rippin' microphones, yo, you know how we go
Pay attention, are you listenin'?
Cru is in the house
And live in New York City all the way down south
Sippin' Baci, countin' money
Honey's everywhere, so meet me on the dance floor
The pictures just been re cleared, so everybody on the floor
And don't disturb this Cru
It's the way to show that I'm so into Cru
And the feelin', so don't disturb this Cru
We goin' uptown, we goin' uptown
Everybody, we goin' uptown
Now this is the way we walk and we stalk
Time to get are swerm when the bottle uncork
Straight from New York, lay back, mellow
With the butter shit that get ya hype like Crystello
Aiyo, I'm mannin' my position, I declare war
And when the battle's done, tally up the score
So bear ya arms, grab ya Lucky Charms
Or get direct hits from Napalm Bombs
Feel it 'cuz my Cru's comin' down the line
We was makin' moves, now we doin' fine
My peoples on the Isle wanna press rewind
Check us in the day room if ya doin' time
Remember yo we dices, slices in the crisis
Everybody's battlin' to see who's the nicest
Really doesn't matter 'cuz sounds we splatter
Spit crowns and jet, no one does it phatter
Pay attention, are you listenin'?
Cru is in the house
And live in New York City all the way down south
Sippin' Baci, countin' money
Honey's everywhere, so meet me on the dance floor
The pictures just been re cleared, so everybody on the floor
And don't disturb this Cru
It's the way to show that I'm so into Cru
I remember the way you used to fuck me
I remember the way you used to fuck me
You can't deny that your fuckin' is so weak
So don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time)
Since you can't use your dick right
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people
Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica
Choke them lethally till he suffocate
Lifeless but step into this shit that's priceless
I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course
I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifle, triflin'
Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized
It's premeditated so brothers recognize
No escapin' the hell-a-coust, pay your toll, come across
And watch me test my burner on a horse
Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to suck-a-cidal
It all balls down to my recital
No time to waste, fill the base, I got ya head in the suitcase
Smilin' while I'm look at ya dead face
The cause of death still remains a mystery it's a pity
They caught me cause the source had to flicker me
Not at all tops the shame, no external, no blood stains
Sharp objects to pierce the brain
I got enough dope for your veins and restrain
Hand cuffs and chains nuthin' but pain
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
You better, wreckgonnize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize, nigga
Carlos, the base head, is lurkin'
Askin' for change nigga constantly urkin'
Ms.Elizabeth callin' out the window to her husband Joe
Nigga died a year ago and every day's the 4th of July
With the sparks in the sky aimin' at the gods as we get high
What's your pleasure?
Sippin' on the booze and the Cru's smoke the blunts
The whole blunt, nuthin' but the blunt
But the O heads in the projects, hit the heron
Dozin' off in front of liquor stores through a plong
Don't know how to act, Sister Eve go to church
But she still smoke the cracks, praise to the lord, doin' bad
Spanish kids across the bridge popin on that nes tabs
Go to the bar drop the yay-yo
Sniffin' with the lows, all red lookin' feyo
And the ledge round the way, Yogi still smokes dust
Beetlejuice
(Beetlejuice, be, beetlejuice, beetlejuice)
I guess that lesson wasn't delivered
When Chip and Elah took that long walk in the river
Fuck a 95, we got the 9 25's, 3 8 10, 2 4 4's
Make a nigga hesitate, that's if you don't know the date
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
You better, wreckgonnize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize, nigga
In actuality violence is my reality
Some tend to talk me but to them it's just fallacy
True lies, you kick your stories on the street
That was true, listened twisted up and say it was you
But me, I'm representin' while my peeps puff herb, superb
Dropin' bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word
It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper
While layin' on my chest wish-in I had worn a vest
Now don't ask why just wreckgonize my demise
Runnin' from 4 5's spark the drive-by's
Long hot days in July, the blood dries
And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies
The body states of America filled with lies
Shorties runin' and gunin' in front of God's eye
It ain't no surprise that the brain just fries
Due to excessive use of the get highs
And I'm that same nigga drinkin' Mitie
And we can't kick out habits no matter how many tries
Living amongst the new world, doin' despise
Guys that don't give a fuck the just chastise
But I rise, see my mind's too wise
Catchin' bodies with chip-a-bodies I have no ties
Hittin' home runs while you hit pop flies
Don't mind the size nigga just wreckgonize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
You better, wreckgonnize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize, nigga
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
You better, wreckgonnize
Nigga, you better wreckgonize
[Yogi]
Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie Down
Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds
Plus the Rhythim Blunt stuck up, mutha uck
[The Might Ha:] (Hit him the head Voo)
Word to Uncle Buck
[Antionette]
Aiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to state
No debate, Antionette's been hot since '88
What? Niggas floss since I made Who's The Boss
Big Yog, had the stove, now the Holocaust is mad drama
Mad scama, drinkin Bahama mammas,
eatin niggas up like Jeffrey Dhama
Illegal self dirty cats, niggas duckin down from the claps
No shorts, no acts
Sittin pretty like Frank Nitty, forgive me
New York shit is in me, mad love for my city
All hail the Queen of the C.R.U.
My peeps call me too, they killin till I'm thru
Get hit between the eye like Moe Green with the shit that ya fiend
Hold the scars up with Mabeline, check the seed
Young dums laced impressed me, buts how I get the lex with the she
Aiyo I used to be shy, but now I speak my mind
I used to pack eights, but now I pack a nine
I used to the girl known for dissin MC Lyte
But now that shit is squashed and everything's allright
I used to be a female that was straight up hardcore
Flipped R&B; just to hit the dance floor
Figured out quick that's as soft as I can get
But now I'm back and harder than a dick
[Tracey Lee]
Shit is sick, so hit ahead nigga
No run of the mill nigga, but a real nigga
With flows wetter than gold diggers
I flow niggas like Frank Glims the name list
L-Rocks, for all the changes
But the game with the game flow
Playin to Pakistan
Last of the real premiere nigga with the mass appeal
Niggas know the fact, that I got mad skills then Hova
Mic like a rover, R.N.F. for life, I told ya
I set off like the bridge is over
A wild nigga who be killin more cats than Villanova
Hittin in ease with lyrical styles open willies
Than sippin on fifth sarilly, in the sixth under series
You know the staff with me, is suppose to blast with me & bullshit
That comes out of the mic, from studio pulls to pull pitts
With full clips, get devoured like that
Count stacks, and house niggas with the power like snaps
Rollin hard deep, to weak niggas who wanna start beef
Me and the Cru, this how we do it in the East, muthafucka
[Chadeeo]
Now let me tell ya niggas, what's really goin on
Lyrical tornados, hurned and brainstormed
But I flows for now, and gunfire later
Leave a hole in you the size of a crater
Rape paper chase, got lives gettin erased
Now I grab mics, plugged them in front of my face
Represent Cru, with rhymes or gunsparks
Whatever it takes nigga, till death do us part
[Jim Hydro]
When my Cru be comin thru, ya better recognize
You don't know the steez, then analize
Niggas be playin, so if they want flag
We hit the tags, and the black R rags
I got the steel, to keep it real
Stayin strapped, with the gats
Puerto Ricans and blacks, we heat sacks and bluntz yes I know
One to the two to the Jim Hydro
[Chadeeo]
Bringin it down a level on the lay back side
This chaz attitude is a Jeckel & Hyde
With no matter what, you step up
Aiyo my wild side, will have to arrupt
[Yogi]
Cuz we comin equip with the loaded Bronx Bomber
Ya wanna step up better wear a suit of armor
And the bulletproof vest, if you try to see me
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Aye, yo, I turned 21, bust 22 shots in the air
Like I don't care, I swear
Wanna represent all my peeps
Niggas maintain shits all the same in the game
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Lick a shot for my niggaz uptown
Lick a shot for my niggaz downtown
Lick a shot, baby, pop for all my real niggaz
That make this here world go 'round
You see there's no short takin', no move fakin'
When you're the streets out makin' the bacon
Rakin' the doe is all a nigga know
The only difference now is I'm paid for my flow
But there's no right and wrong in the street
So keep it on, it's all about survival of the strong
I got the pass like ark monk, kid pass the skunk
Comin' crazy strong like airborne is gum
All around the world, ghetto boys and girls
Rest in peace to my nigga Squrill
Niggas hustler as a major
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Rollin' through the ghettos of New York City
Open up kids, here come the [Incomprehensible]
Straight to bring the buttahs from my peoples up north
Down south, back east, out west with force
Feelin' I'm a feelin' I could burst
One in the air make the whole crowd disperse
Y O G, baby, in it to win it
I send a slice of cake with a fuckin' foul in it
In a minute I'ma huff and puff and blow chunks down
Down to the ground with my Rhythm Blunt sound
I'm hellbound but who gives a fuck now?
I shook the hand of death and gave him a smile
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Let me know, let me know if you represent your ghetto
Ghettos of the mind anytime, anyplace, anywhere
Recognize you if you in there
Home so on the love, love
All your family show you love
Peeps show you love
We gon' show you love
More love than slugs in the air
Yeah, beat you down without a care
What's fair is fair, up in the ghetto
Word up, 'cuz this ain't no sleepy type of meadow
Out in the wilderness, I'm skilled in this
Rap type shit, wordisborn I might flip
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
(Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide)
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Up north doo on, big ooh south side
Chorus 2X: All
C R U, we makin that cream
People always sayin what the hell do rap mean
Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin that cream
People always sayin what the hell do rap mean
[Yogi]
Aiyo you rockin to my melody God like Rakim
Niggas on the jail said I be like "Not Him"
Aiyo surprise nigga, I'm on the rise nigga
Loungin while you didn't catch up on my fries nigga
I keeps it real than ya ever, remember that brother
While him and stars talkin bout better
They know my shits mean like definitions
Check ya condition, I got ya prescriptions
I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow
Say somethin now
[Chadeeo]
Thought so
Flows articulis, ridiculous
Roam the streets, inconspicuous
How many MC's gotta get wet, many more cuz these
niggas don't seem to know yet
Blow you out the sky like a teeba
747 Street soldier, like Sleeba
Defiance, runnin with a how alliance
Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science
Read they style like a final call
So they all fall like the Berlin Wall
Create a rivers, more complex then prisms
Got shit locked like prisons
Non faction, indicted no conviction
Beg description with a paper addiction
Chorus 2X
[Mighty Ha in background sayin stuff that rhymes with
Illz]
[Yogi]
Yo it's the Illz yo
It's like that yo
A Gucci don yo
A Y.O.G. yo
Chadeeo yo
Mighty Ha yo
Baby Chris yo
The Bystorm yo
My minds is sweet like Tevin Campbell
Kid you can't handle
The Y.O.G., I'm blowin out niggas candles
Then I bring the fire to that ass
Rhythm Blunt goin strong and they burnin kinda fast
Rhythm Blunt, C R U whatever
All my ghetto dwellas boyakah together
Peace to the Gods, the G is the seven
Hittin harder then a ? eleven
And Y.O., you know
Comin thru ya block like Hurricane Yugo
[Chadeeo]
You know, it's either rhymes or the straps
Make sure you want it cuz there's no turn back
The gun ain't my God, but without one it's hard
To get ahead, see the lead, left the niggas scarred
Taught ya soul, in the street without a dime
Had to resort to the heat and petty crime
Then it got deep, some peeps laid to rest
Nine Millie short but partners got blessed
Force to the gun, some people got done
Now we try to channel thoughts into a pun
[Yogi]
Done, increase the peace
When my piece increase
Only act increase, when the gat release
Come play like Jeru, ya prophet resolves my shit
True, Rhythm Blunt comes thru with the Illz
Chorus 2X
[Mighty Ha again rhymin with Illz]
[Yogi]
Yo it's the Illz yo
Black Rob yo
KB yo
Tracey Lee yo
Antoinette yo
L.I.P. yo
Daddy Lite yo
[Yogi]
Aiyyo I wish I had a track on that Nas Illmatic
Spitin verbal slugs like a semi-automatic
I'll bring the alcohol if you wanna bring the static
And if you bring your big mouth then I'm a bring the gat in
[Chadio]
Well yo here I come like a dog in heat
Ejaculate butter shit all over the street
It's the beige skin beige Tim wearer
But I glare and, the best rhymin Rican of my era
[Yogi]
Aiyyo I break a nigga jaw, [w/Mighty Ha] HEE-HAW, feel the country
Loosin kinda way, cause both the bitches want me
Time to get a nut, chill, what's that aroma?
About to smoke more blunts than Avosco with the coma
[Chadio]
Strangers in the night, take flight, you ain't right
Lyrics bite like vampires in the fight
Suck the fuckin life out your miss-led boy
You try to represent I destruct and destroy
[Mighty Ha]
Coming from the top of a shaw the medulla
Burn a chicken head like an addict burn rulers
Hit em in the head home girl do your thing
Lick balls, slap slops, chicken head, spread your wings
[Yogi]
Ill pull a gat and do "Anything" like SWV
Because Yogi is poi-son like BBD
I smoke the chocolate tah with the YMV
I think a nigga pass on that LSD
Meet me at the play-ground with ABC
I break that ass up like EP-MD
I think I'll go "Creep" for some TLC
If she's young I'll hear the BOOP BOOP like Biggie E
[Yogi]
Man if you bring it, better sling it, that's the motto
No time for dollars and a drink, fuck lotto
Goin all out, all over, best believe
Playin shits for keeps and wild tricks up my sleeve
Chad-i-o, rollin wit Cru
Beileve in my music like an Orthodox Jew
Believes in his religion and the skills that I rip
[w/Mighty Ha]
THAT SHIT
THAT SHIT
THAT SHIT
[Mighty Ha]
Zigga zoom, zigga zah, niggas think they all that
Now they ball heads cause I pull their wigs back
Bring the car, yachts, cash and give me staffs
Bring me ass cheek that'll blow your backs out
[Chadio]
Food for the mind, when I rhyme you rewind
Like your Cyndi Lauper, "Time After Time"
Check the pro-gram, no man can escape
Committin verbal crimes like ear drum break
[Yogi]
Aiyyo I don't give a uh, I don't give a uh
I bring it back to that everytime I get stuck
[w/Mighty Ha]
But, BUT, i, I, bring, BRING, flow, FLOW
Don't have to act like it cause yo I know
I know what went down in the park in Bronx River
I know that John Gotti still calling me a nigga
I know the whitest face comes from the black woman
I know my ass is grass cause Armageddon is coming
I know we got big hips it makes us run fast though
I know I'm still a slave calling black women hoe
I know that Columbus ain't discover shit
I know a couple niggas said I sound like Q-Tip
I know you said the sound is Abstract but the
blood on your face is very real, very very real
[echos and fades away]
I know you said the sound is Abstract but the
(heavy breathing)
{Yogi}
Niggas comin XL on the exhale
Crackin Watson Avenue, dope on Intervale
Hey, these really spray feds are watchin
Fiends comin thru beggin I'mm knock 'em, why they jockin?
Runnin thru the Bronx now, don't get stomped now
Willie's flossed and beemers sparkin the john now
Willie's boss, Robbin Ross,
strappin on the roof of the car, revealin moss
Dot dot dash dot dash dot,
that that coke you got, got us scorchin hot
Shit movin too fast like techno
In the jiggs I've seen you wicked comin back like echoes, word bond
See the toes you stepped on
might end up connect to that ass you got against tomorrow
So squig ya bottle
A nigga treat you like a son,
then turn around and give a nigga fuckin ten to run
KRS-One, Awesome Two, Treacherous Three, Agony
All I see is Catastrophe, Cold Crush Four,
Furious Five to take Six
Windin down to K Seven, Niggas better call a reverend
Got the morgue truck eyeing me, up to MC Eiht N.I.N.E.
Nigga turn the corner buy a Blackens
Chorus: [M=Mighty Ha][Y=Yogi][C=Chadeeo]
[M] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul
[Y] I'm from the isle
[C] I'm from the isle
[M] To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
[C] I'm from the isle
[Y] I'm from the isle
[Yogi]
Aiyo we make it go whoo! like Pete Rock at the track
The C R U uptown attack
Scandalous from here to Now Just
Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust
Now who's rollin thru?
And yo who fucks with Cru?
And yo who got bamboo?
Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew
[Chadeeo]
Yo I be in the staircase drinkin biz
Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers
Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps
Peeps askin me for new Cru treats
Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
Go see my joint, get they back blowned out
Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette
Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget
Chorus 2X
[M] Comin from L.I.P., keep it real
[Y] And ya don't stop
[C] And ya don't stop
[Y] And ya don't stop
[Y] If you buffin
[M] Shippin
[Y] If you rollin
[M] Rollin
[Y] If you smokin
[M] Smokin
[Y] If you hit it
[M] Pass it
[Yogi]
Yo inhale the blunts that I got from Havana
I'm waitin till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana
Toast with this butter, go to cook this
To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin
[Chadeeo]
Yo it's the Island were Urban Knights dwell
Few blocks from the number six train 'L'
Can be a good stay in the hood way
Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray
But that's the way of the concrete jungle
Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble
Cuz it's real like that, all around
And the same thing applies when ya come to my town
Chorus 2X
[Mighty Ha]
It ain't gonna rain no more no more, it ain't gonna
rain no more [2X]
Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the
I rest in L.I.P., and to my props
Bring more noise to chip ??
Check it, word one two check it
Have ya head noddin and for bag in the deck
In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks
Bounce to the ash, like the Atlantic ??
Chillin with boricua sittin in Ferico
Oh shit, now I'm dito
Shot to the head, butter lingo
* Rapping to different beats: Dre, ODB, Notorious BIG, Craig Mack & others.
{[Y]=Yogi
[C]=Chadio
[M]=Mighty Ha}
[Mighty Ha - Intro]
Muthafuckin snow out here man
Shit, get this money man
Yo, who these fools creepin up on here man?
*beat drops*
[C]Yo who be "Yog"?
[Y]Yo, who wanna know?
[C]I roll with Cru kid
I be Chadio
[Y]What you root?
[C]Rhythm Blunt
[Y]Uh, so step up a
[C]I brought somebody with me
[Y]Yo son, What's up?
[M]The sky, the sun, the moon, the stars
[Y]Ha, ha yo kid I be Yo-gi
[M]Aiyyo I be the Mighty Ha
Peace yall
[Y]Peace yo lets take care of business
I got some more of this right here
But this is finished
*beat change*
[C]Ooh, that's that shit right there
[Y]Aiiight?
[C]That have a nigga head feelin' right
[Y]Woooord?
[C]That's my word
[Y]Aight, whatever
On this shit right here
Yo I got this from the borough
*beat change*
[Y]Have a nigga in another world
[C]True
[Y]High off the sleep and gettin head from your girl
[C]Now that's that shit
[Y]That's right kid you dig
[C]What other kind of butta, you got for a nig?
*beat change*
[Y]Ahhhh, it's like that you can't miss
Have a nigga singin' shit like most beautiful lis
[C]Now I'm fucked up, that's a sin
[Y]My Brooklyn niggas hit me with this shit from Shaolin
*beat change*
[C]Now it's that hyper shit yo, it make me move
[Y]Indeed thats a sale
[C]But I think I need, somthin smooth
*beat change*
[Y]What's up kid?
[C]Yeah that's the butta
You got somthin smootha?
[Y]Ok, here's another
*beat change*
[C]Now that's smooth, make me wanna drive '93
Fuck around and drive in-to a tree
[Y]To this smooth shit?
[C]Ain't that ironic?
[Y]Check this shit from the West Coast it's called "Chronic"
*beat change*
[C]Ohh, that's that West Coast Flavor?
[Y]Hit you with the Rhythm Blunt, contact
[C]Major!
Make a nigga wanna take in the atmosphere
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call
Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Rhythem Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand
Mic check one, and the mic check two
Rhythem Blunt Cru runs thru you like the flu
Fuck ya whole shop up and inside
Leave ya jaw to the floor, eyes open wide
Loungin' in my crib upon, now in 12 floor
Lo-Lo wit the ham come knockin' at my door
She sell glock shells by the sea shore
Payin' for the guests on that big ass boat
Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy, ballin' see ya, park dark black Adidas
Art shines, 'cuz I'm double, Spanish honies say Roberto
Fuck that, I buck that bitch nigga from your borough
Well lyrical gats, at the smalls of my back
In facts, I pack extras up in my nap sacks
Greenbacks, let me layin' back and relax
Gainin' riches, bitches just by kickin' the mere fact
Nigga I can make ya speaker shake
Make ya break, now ya upstate gettin' raped
While I'm home makin' hits
That smokin' so much weed that I start hearin' shit
Aiyo, fuck is that shit yo
(What)
You hear that shit
(What?)
Don't fuck with me, ya niggas hear that shit
Ya niggas fuck with
(Yo chill, man take it)
Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore
Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore
Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore
Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore
Jack call Yopes, so I stay to bring the metal
To my job on 34th, I got some beef with these devils
Automatic weapons, fuck askin' niggas questions
Leave them torn, as the justice cypher born then we steppin'
All rise, parental discretion is advised
And be wise, 'cuz one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
If a nigga don't win, we all jump in
Wanna be me, but you can't see me
'Cuz I don't rap like Michael Jackson those little wee-wees
Uck it, bottom line, top of the page
Loves to fuck a big body bitch like Rage
Runnin' thru uptown like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K. Price couldn't find no evidence
Yo I make the grade, now I'm crazy paid
Niggas watch me close like muslims in the
World Trade Center, represent the click in the city
Blowin' up the spot, like silicone titties
Try to defeat beat, nigga ya dead wrong
Too head strong and got a 38 leg long
So fuck around, lay around on the wet ground
By the tray pound and these sick niggas from uptown
[Chorus Yogi & Chadio]
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch
From you I never switch
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch
From you I never switch
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch
From you I never switch
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch
My everlovin' bitch
[Yogi]
Hey good looking? What you got cookin?, nuthin
But you got my baby in the oven
You bring the knowledge to my brain, sooth my pain
Make me the man that I am, keep me sane
I travel through my mind, through time and found you
Right at the very essence, there was your presence
Came out your womb, made you my wife
Then came around to complete the cipha, I gave you life
I heard you was the mother of the earth, (TRUE)
And I respect that for what it's worth, boo
This is how we do, you scratch my back I scratch yours
Wipe your blood and sweat when they drip out your pores
You wouldn't let the fame and the money get to me
I won't go out like O.J, even though he free, and we
Can rise eternally, up above
My bitch, my ever love, my everlovin' bitch
[Chorus]
[Might Ha]
Yeah girl, I remember
Grabbed the stash, paid the doe for Might Ha
5 to 15 fed time, even
Need a pair of kicks?
Mmm girl, best believe
I got ya, that's from the heart
Cause you're my everlovin'
[Yogi]
Yo as we set it on the left
Lets talk about those that take away our breath
(My everlovin' bitch)
You see some niggas is runnin with dumb bitches
But that ain't my steez, I ain't fuckin with slum bitches
I'm talkin everlovin', the real from the fake
Then one that will bend, but then again that won't break
Often imitated and simulated but never duplicated
10-rated, keeping their wears up-dated, Ain't it?
By the fact their personality work, a dime piece
That's small, cool, and hurt make me go bezerk
And if you got it she's yours, and yours only
Never leavin a man ever lonely, she keeps it to the grave
Cause dealin on a flame when it's needed
Main-tains with me and gets weeded
From you I never switch, my everlovin' bitch
Let's represent each other make moves and get rich
Intro: Yogi
Aiyo tonight
Ain't no more bitches
Ain't no more hoes
No freaks, no niggas
No gun sligin, right about now
Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride
Chorus 2X: Yogi
Loungin' wit my Cru uptown
With the drop town down, with the funky sounds
Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel
{Yogi}(The Mighty Ha)
Aiyo I like it when the pools, Mark B. representin
Beautiful ladies callin out cross pimpin
Blastin phone numbers, baggin off to the other
Findin out later that's ya man baby mother
Sippin henecy, everyone lookin jiggy
Buy a bag of smoke, hydro, get the fitty
Wanna roller skate, ring style, extra glide
Hit it to the bounce, say ride (where we at?)
The Cru on the desert, Mecca, Medina
(Hum do love) Oh you never heard of Nina
Gotta a lotta things he end up doin, baby
Nuff to make a nuh, go crazy
Take a minute, pause for a group flick
Cru and the Gucci don called Mark Pitts
And the whole fleet of uptowns
Harlem Nights, Bronx Bombers and a bunch of four pounders
I like how it feels, I like how it keeps it sureal, for real
And yo how I like how I put shit together
(So what's your deal for?) Aiyo I'm down for whateva
Chorus 2X
{Chadeeo}(The Mighty Ha)
Back of my building, the park green benches
Nails bein chewed by the white clean dentures
Shh, No kid is him in the ears
Warm my lap, a head with no hair
Beats freestylin, but all we can talk
Rhymin with force, till the jokes get corpsed
Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face
Just in case the enemy tries to bring a base
The kid to be a waste, after a taste
Of the hot lid, which is mercury laced
In the neighborhood, so far, so good
Somebody gotta be up to no good
Shots fired on Watson Avenue
Where they won't hesitate, shoot me, stabbin you (True)
That's aight, every night they be blowin
Keep their glock hot while we keep the cash flowin
It's another Cru, that's two in the system
Thinkin of E and Squirrel, how much is missed 'em
But I'mma stay sounded, my peeps is around
Cuz of them I keeps my feet on solid ground
[Mighty Ha]
Run for the cue
Lisa Lipps
Was a Rolling Stone, huh
Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home
And now she's gone, ain't no sun
Shine meaning she's gone
"Hum-do-a-lah", that means "What up, Shah?"
It's the Mighty Ha drinkin' Mo' at the bar
Bakee after bakee, blunt after blunt
Smoke a bag of buhdah and became bitche's with the skunk
Nat "King" Cole was a merry old soul
Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole
Grab a budjock and lick shot from the glock
You were told to swing off a tree from a jump
Run up in attics and Elvis, now I'm gone
Back on the streets in the heart of P Long
Man oh man lick shots if I have to
Submit to me as your lord and master
It's the Mighty Ha, I'm a street Bronx, I
Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite
God I'm a destiny, black man
Devil's in the rain receive the backhand
Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away
So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda
Be a none beast known and the Y-O-G
Make your moon walk, spin walk grab your ti-ty
Hit you in the head with the broom to the back
Sport a pair of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hat
Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One
Electrify the crowd like they shooting stone guns
Rhythem Blunt Cru, Violator, Def Jam
Known for tricken lyrics and smackin mad hands
Ahh, don't give a uh
Caught for the cause 17 to the shot
It's the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glock
My style's buck naughty what day is it ack?
Type of situation pops from uptown
You can lick balls cause I front to be down
Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the Hiedy
Rhythem Blunt Cru, "Baby" Chris Lighty
Ponies never ran before
Rain never fell
Til I met you
And I can't get enough of your love, babe
What!?
Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-ree
Comin from the top, ah, it's the Migh-ty
Hit you with the felony and a misdemeanor
Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor
Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks, yo stop
Got more charges than a Nicachew pac
I'm the maker, owner, cream of the crop
Felicha you erection to the top
I can't seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads
Word to the mother drop dead brest fed
You better duck down when I draw my 8 luger
Scoop that ass quickie, better skin bag of booty
[DJ Footlong]
[Chadio]
this joint right here
is dedicated
to the infamous, late great
Donald Goines
word life, C-R-U, Cru representaion
"Black Girl Lost" her pop is "Daddy Cool"
Former "Dopefiend" now a pimp, damn fool
He's a "Black Gangster", "Inner City Hoodlum"
Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one
But little do he know he on a "Death List" and shit
This'll be "Kenyatta's Escape", "Kenyatta's Last Hit"
"Crime Partners" he and Ken' was
Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz
Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife
So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life
Promised Kenyatta would "Never Die Alone"
So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone
Shot her in the head and then she lay dead
Pimp jeted in his "Eldorado Red"
Kenyatta didn't die he would "Cry Revenge"
Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's dead end
Pimp went to whore house to see his "Street Players"
Collect all the doe cause yo that's what the game is
Pimps called "Swamp Man" cause he's like a Munster
Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster
See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore
And from this the violent mental scars we wore
Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost
While doin what he gotta tryin to make the most
And for those two shootins, he never got caught
Smart man ended up in the new house he bought
Ken' found out with the quickness where he lived
Written the address then went up the crib
Ooze and vest he ain't fest
Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test
Six months later Ken' was back
Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack
Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin
Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin
There he is, suddenly appears
Nuthin in his hand except a six-pack of Heiniken beers
Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes
Hits up "Swamp Man" and mad blood gu-shes
Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head
Then slides, "Swamp Man" lay dead
Runs up a few blocks there go the cops
They must have heard the RAT-A-TAT-pops of the shots
His mind's racin wonderin what he should
Give up or say, "Fuck It!", and spray the cops too
Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel
She been shot before yo he know how it feels
He drops his gun, and with it the beef
[Y]= Yogi
[C]= Chadio
[M]= Mighty Ha
[Y] Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York
project
Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, "Protect Ya Neck"
With my chicken head major ass cheeks bow
Punk niggas lookin at me with the rocks and they gold
Now why you all up in my shit lookin hard
[C] Aiyyo go 'head with that kid before I kick my hit squad
You don't want none son I see you everyday
You that punk that be up in apartment 4-A
[Y] Aww shit, niggas tryin to scheme
I can tell, what the hell
Call my nigga Shah on the cell
Ya Shah?
[M] Petey?
[Y] Yo they tryin to get the nigga
[M] Where you at?
[Y] Up in L.I.P., across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M] Nigga stop ditchin, join 60 lickin in the kitchen
[Mighty Ha]
It's goin down (down down down)
It's goin down (boogie boogie down)
Nigga
It's goin down
Boogie boogie down
boogie boogie boogie boogie down
Down down down
Interlude:
[Girl] Come here daddy
What's the matter?
Don't be upset, just get a little closer {unzip}
Uh-huh, uh-uh, mmm, mmm
[Yogi] oh shit, that's better, stick 'em up boo, bitch
[more moaning]
Right there, right there, motherfucka o
[C] Yo it's a known fact that kid talk too much
And from the chrome black he about to get touched
Quick with his tongue, livin on the fast track
What goes around comes, Mighty Ha, and that's that
[M] I can dig it, ain't go no time for weed hoppers
Blowin up in front of the girls to get proppers
[C] But I got somethin for that ass no doubt
[Y] Aiyo when Shah get up in here, I blaze it then I'm out
Now I'm sip this Becks, while my bitch give me hed
Her little son woke up, he pissed in the bed
Aiyo turn shit over and go to sleep
This nigga Shah said "No weap, shit is mad deep" Who dat?
[M] Motherfucka open the door, the God just licked
this nigga head knob
[Y] Yo shorties down stairs with that nigga Mighty Ha
Remind of you son?
[C] Yo Par, they they are
[Y] Yo Shah
[C] Problem nigga, I solve him
[Y] Whatever punk ass nigga
[C] I hope you got insurence big fella
[Y] Fuck that
[C] What to protect ya gut
[Y] Bitch ass what, I guess you didn't hear how I
don't give a uck
[C] Then ring
[Y] Ring it, I'm in your project
[C] Where my at?
[Y] What? Bout to turn shit to Lebanon then I'm gone
[M] Then it's on
[C] Yo Niggas best duck before I buck
[Yogi]{Mighty Ha}
Aiyyo I'm fresh {DAMN!, why you say that yo?}
Cause I run up in your girl then I puff a stoge {How fresh?}
So fresh that I'm crisp and clean
And I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green
"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that ain't my line
Get the bitches more than niggas sip the wine
So act like, {ACT LIKE}, act like it rehearse it
Uka wanna seven, New York is straight murder
Smoke a million and a half blunts on the roof
And every other winter vests are bulletproof, that truth
Had Boris all day, Gladys all night
Once I get it to the other side things will be aight, that's right
Get the munchies after the hemp
Got to Red Lobster get the crabs and shrimps
The E & J with the ginger ale never fail
Bicardi while I flips ghetto tales
Take a sick clique kid everywhere that I-go
Make appearances on Ricki Lake and Allado
You know who we are so, put you funky niggas to a test
{Survey says?}
Times up motha uh
Yo it's the Rhythm Blunt
Yo its like extra P cause I'm looking at the front
But if you move it all, kid your gonna fall
You'll be Ready to Die, rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby
"Matter fact, I'm sick of talking"
About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York and
Back to L.A., I'm out like O.J.
Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H"
Chorus: ? [Woman Vocalist]
An Uck, Cru don't give an uck
Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck
Give an uck, Cru don't give uck
Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck, an uck, an uck,
an uck
[Chadeeo]{Mighty Ha]
Aiyo I'm wild {What makes ya say that Chad?}
Cuz yo I'd rather stick niggas then read off this pad {How wild?}
So wild, I run up on niggas blocks, sell some dummy rocks
And pot shots at cops
Chadeeo, yes the murderous assassin, comes thru crashin
Make sure ya seat belts fastin
Blastin for the dome piece with the chrome piece
Niggas is runnin from my site cuz I'm known beast
They flood red from they own blood shed
Verbal lead to the head, they dread shootin the dutch dead
So get smoked like 99 in Maxwell, or you get
Smoked and broked down clown, that's what the fax tell
And if you feel bigger, think youse a real nigga
I run up with my real gun up and pull the steel trigga
And go find a friend, sip up on a Heineken
And let them know how the title king is all mine again
If he start to fake jacks, he better make tracks
Cuz there's no tape backs, when I begin to backs
No doubt I'm goin for mine, and mine is all that matters
What day is it dog? you don't know, you better scatter
Run and ask him what's the frequency, count it, I tell ya
Verbal wildness, societies menace
The one Chadeeo with the tauntin lyrics
And I shall keep comin back like hauntin spirits
One time for ya mind (4X)
Chorus 2X
[Mighty Ha]
Well I'm bold, what makes ya say that Ha?
Cuz I break it to you little, take a drink at the bar
What goes on, well
[Chorus][(Yogi), Chadio]
(1-2) 1-2
(1-2) 1-2
(C-R-U) C-R-U
(Bubblin') Bubblin'
(1-2) 1-2
(1-2) 1-2
(C-R-U) C-R-U
(Bubblin') Bubblin'
[Yogi]
I be that lay back loungin' from the lafayette ave.
Talkin' mad lip and shit that ain't my style
Making mad chips and I shall proceed
And I gets busy that's word to my seed (Chadio)*snaps tounge* What seed?
The seed to my H-Y-dro and the big Y-O
Gonna keep it fly though
And Yog don't sleep, playas be yawnin'
Wakin' up french kissin' duck tape the next mornin'
[Chadio]
See it's time to pay dues, deliver the news
Like you mass we re-fuse to loose
Rhymes and booze, the life we choose
Fight with the mic like Musslims and Jews
No shame in out game things stay the same
Niggas try to front we ain't with the flame
Never take the blame too much game
In the concrete jungle our minds untamed
[Yogi]
You can clap your hands the hands you clap
If your girl's in the club, it's your girl I'm at
If you don't know, check the sound
I am from the boo-gie down
The Rhythem Blunt Cru, The Cru's Rhythem Blunt
Hanging niggas from his Versace don't front
Got big booty bitches but they ain't for sale
With them big juicy lips like Rochelle for real
As I'm making funky with my man Man Taj
And i gotta get a mil so Shah can make the harge
I'm smart but not Maxwell, the demo's on the Maxell
Then print the jam on wax is a back and watch the waxell
I swell, Latin Kings like gorilla family like damn
Yogi's coming through Chad my man
[Chadio]
Rippin microphones off hypertones are the slow ones
what we about when our flow's done
Bust you down like the last cigarate
Rhythem Blunt Cru we the best shit yet
[Chorus](2x)
[Yogi]
Aye yo I used to begin love with the girl named E. Bridget
Had a crush on Puffy fat ass like a midget
Rollin' with them kids call 'em "uptown cosa nostra"
Goin' state to state in a hoopta testa-rosa
I said, "Oh Bridget baby, know you drive me crazy
when I see your body you astound and amaze me."
She said, "Yogi bear I ain't nothin' but trouble
keep me on the low I'll see you when you bubble"
[Chadio]
Yo I want the kingdom, the power, and the glory
The whole story is getting money, and livin' honkey dory
Plenty y'all fall, any and all quickly
Known to turn lezzbo strictly dickly
Crushin like a wreckin ball when it fall
I reckon y'all on a nigga then give it it's all
Just give me some cash cause life is troublin'
1-2, 1-2 lets start bubblin'
{Mighty Ha}
Showdown, Armageddon
Allah, yarkbar
Chorus: Mighty Ha
One to the chest, two to the back
Three to the face with my gat gat gat
Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back
{Yogi}
Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony
Bringin like 13 other niggas, at least
Took them for some action, cuz we love to party
The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P.
So um, walked up in the spot, pisses
Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses
Walkin thru the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ
Huggin me some love, you rich motha fuck
Everyone was there, representin
Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin
All of a sudden I thought shit gettin thin
Wu-tang actin up with their group from Shaolin
Erick Sermon tried to representin his Island
He said "Hey", niggas joked him
Redman seen this nigga, uh nuh that's his brother
Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova
Jersey had his back, that's a fact
But B.D.P. was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps
Six minutes, KRS you're on
The bridge is over, South Bron drop the bomb
Nas and his boys were in there livin "Kill that boy"
Oh shit, in the gutter
Everything went wrong, Biggie Smalls yellin
"Can't we just all get along?" Nope, It's Armageddon
Chorus 2X
{Chadeeo}
Oh shit, all hell breakin loose
Instead I should of went to that party at the Muse
For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at
Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat
Damn, now I know sumthin really on
First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long
Black Moon caught mad brooms and they done
Method Man, murdered by the same gun
Kool G. Rap lickin shot and KRS
But he didn't die fast cuz the brother had a vest
Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him
Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him
Everybody going buck nuggy, word life
Rakim throwed slit by Eric B's knife
Damn, three kisses gettin iller than I thought
Playin the back on the law, so I won't get caught
Wonder where Yogi is at in this piece
LL slumped over the bar, deceased
Redman, a dead man, eccense forever
Latifah in the corner with a fuckin head sever
But as I look around, know everybody's dead
[featuring slick rick]
Uhh once upon a time let's see if i remember
Back in january
Nah chill... it was december
True... cuz that's when l started his bid
Partied through the new year
January third he slid
Up until then yo l had it swell
Called him sweet pea like his name was pernell
He did the job money came with ease
Blowing outta town moving bricks and ki's
Him and his chick in forty g rides
Holding down fort like they bonnie n clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in the air (air)
Toast to my team (team)
Toast to my cream and the scotties that beam
While others fiend, i'm abouts da beamer
Think about your girl, just say what (say what!), i'm a dreamer
Called up cru
Yo, they probably in the studio
Phil collins in the background
(su-su-sudio)
Chorus: repeat 3x
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
(where's my chick?) sent her on a mission
Hope she ain't slip... on that pickup
Yo, who dis on my flip
What! my cash and he fucked her wit dat a
Me and mitch rollin' over there quick fast
Rolled up on the spot, (it's that kid uzi ed)
He took me for my paper so just call him uzi dead!
Used to run epps wit him back in the day
Mitch popped the trunk
Passed the german ak
You dirty rat! i'm bout to bless that ass
Better take cover from the rat-tat-tat-tat
Uzi ed, ain't have a vest, three to the chest, ed got blessed
L got life, ed got death
Honey took the money and she slid to the left
Back in the day i told l she was shady
Now she in cali about to have ed's baby
Chorus: repeat 5x
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
(slick rick)
Yo, what's the word, kid?!
Tell you bout a brother named sid
Got work release after doing a 3-to-life bid
Cause of drug logic
Shouldn't touch it
Now out to budget
With a movie star chick from outta edenwald projects
Nice job, took prison camp drives
While he promised up and down to live a civilized lifestyle
The seat off the brow was soon on garment
Both worked
Got themselves a two-bedroom apartment
Great statement, without delayment, away and went
Saved to get a house on one of them low down payments
But an idea concocted his stock
Why don't we try and turn this money over on the drug tip
So he gave his man a shriek and excitement
Didn't know his peeps were under secret indictment
Sick of the path that'll get you hung by the neck
Sent him back up north to do a super long stretch again
Black folk, you know the half, don't laugh, it's...
Just another case about the wrong path
Chorus: repeat 4x
Well, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
My outlet is full of powerful niggas
Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah
Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high
Then slap box my ghost till one of us cry
Jae to the Won can niggas fuck around?
And they better say nah, word to Allah
They dyin' down I got iron now
Run upon 'em, cock it back, tie 'em down
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
From Y O a.k.a. Riot Town
I used to buy it but I just supply it now
Y'all used to talk but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars and the lot still vacant
And you won't stop speakin' till I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot, none eatin'
Slow down, son, you're kill 'em
Okay, you can bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Sippin' iced teas in the E and J
Partyin', till your bare remain
You're killin' 'em, okay you bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze
Cru and Lox is your hair remain, I know you brailin' me, baby
Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby
The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours
BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline
And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time
Chad and Mighty Ha, key the predicate felon
When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you tellin'?
The world is mine like Esco
If not, at least a house and Esgro
Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's
Yogi, the mellow low key
Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar
Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex
Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next
Y-O's time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In the broken down home and they priceless kids
Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn shit until twice their bid
Like the world turn around funny clown money
Everybody laugh when they have it
What about the addict niggas that'll hustle for years
Till they see the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades
If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a grenade
Wanna die for the cause? Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause
Learned to remind and check the phat four
Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords
Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, then show me
'Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me
It's gon' change though, with the ill strange flow
In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove
I keeps the real, separate from the fake
If I kill, yo, I'm doin' so for the cake
Blastin' go to a distant land
See my gun's like church to a Christian man
It's the code of the streets no time the explain
Free that soul on up to the next plain
Remember the pain, two shots from the flame
Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain
Little light guys with little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme
Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here?
Where my crew at? Wave your shit in the air
Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you
And jam above, show muthaphuckin' love
We make cake but to make cake you need batter
So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter
Lox and Cru, el familiar to you
So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto
Sheek that kid that spit out like tobacco
Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out
Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route
Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this
From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.
But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X
My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex
Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for
Y-O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha
Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits
Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts
Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly
Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto
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