Park Hill
Staten Island, New York City
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in Maryland, check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
If you in Toronto, check for nigga
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night
with my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell
I stroll well, I protect with the most
respected mic check, cassette full of life
High technology, Gortek intellect
Good for a million, one dart project
Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor
merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore
One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head
Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass
Quick competition, got you in a smash
Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear
I fear none, Dolemite strike three time
award mic fuck crazy vagina
Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City
Slang Nitty, check for me badly
Manditory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up
The one man news team fast like a photographer
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in D.C., check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
If you in Ohio, check for a nigga
If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Straight from the heritage, public announcers
Ounces of darts, he fucked you over
I stole ya heart, so just in case
you forgot about the face, flash that camera
at the all-time great, slight paranoid
Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment
It's the magnificent, first album
Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver
Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver
Masterpiece in the making, Asian
African Egyptian Jamaican
Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin?
Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out
This man is on fire, fully developed
dance with the organizer, chance me
Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber
Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger
Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger
The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger
Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox
channel Fox, telecommunicate
Match money like socks, summertime style
Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous
kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga
If you in D.C., check for a nigga
If you in Georgia, check for a nigga
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Outfits forever
New Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness
I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics
Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent
Twist me in the city, elegance walk
My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57
in Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman
Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson
Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds
design arts and crafts, used to play the field
on the rap, drafted the devil
Bass and treble, worldwide baritone
Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics
splash out my dome, uncontrollable
Staten Island untold feel it across the globe
I expand, Cappa the man, head low
Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty
My stee' mary alley, follow my lead
not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin
a war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid
Better branches, turn your head twice
One life, still gettin it right, then yo
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga
If you in Manhattan check for a nigga
If you in Queens, check for a nigga
If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga
check for a nigga, check for a nigga
check for a nigga
If you in the Woods, check for a nigga
check for a nigga
If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga
Yo, break that dutch down
[Cappadonna]
You and your man, y'all fucked up for real
Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal
I sling raps, like cracks on the street
Attack, riot, rise above
Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love
Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb
Ice cold raps, you stroll
Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity
Your energy is too low to bite my slug
You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on
Your code too simple, you best to hold on
Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy
Based upon a true story, throw darts
Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee
Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head
Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state
What, play with the pussy and fuck
Stuck with the poles forever, what
Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep
Lyrics that kill, murder one voice
Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons
Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map
Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore
Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot
Acid rain, a capell, wet you
And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project
Reject, with the mic check
Set to be the son that set the place off
Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride
Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard
[Killa Bamz]
Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
We live for a blood on blood war
Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
Uncut raw we live for
[Cappadonna]
All I need, is ten big bags of weed
Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe
Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on
Split you with the .45 caliber rap
Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat
Call 911, you still can't score
You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war
Yeah, you got heat but we got C4
Plus we got buildings that's watching your door
Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad
VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad
Terrorize y'all from every direction
Call up Hot 97 for protection
Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan
Spotted last night in the all black van
Coming down the block with guns out the windows
Licking shots off every time a wind blow
My class come first, I'm first to represent
Killa Bees linger in the air like incense
Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight
Sight snakes from afar
Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar
Project star, CD hackers
Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap
I attack fatal on the track
[Killa Bamz]
Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
That we live for a blood on blood war
Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
Automatic darts are pulled
Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
Uncut raw we live for
Yeah
*6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*
(repeating in background: ";rock, the body body -- rock the body body";
[U-God]
Dino the dart specialist
Knahmean?
Golden Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior
America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed again
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
[Method Man]
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye
Full metal street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin
Night vision unseen, like Jean
when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract
beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett
Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe
when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers give chase, I give em finger
The only hip-hop singer, to tell America
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya
from this major misbehavior, heavy hands
layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill
[Cappadonna]
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state
Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York
to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform
shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born
(";Rock, the body body - rock the body body";) - repeat til fade
Rzarector in the shadow
Tru Master in the shadow
Golden Arms in the shadow
12 O'clock in the shadow
Verse 1:
Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity
My cold thoughts evole around New York City
Evidence ?sir?, in the tunnel where the train enter
Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract
My electrical shine, ?ok? polly see me downtown
2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers
We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get
Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts
Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks
Right off the dirty water, south of the border
Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters
To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it
Travel wit the rich, politic
Put your money on my dick
Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy
Park Hill, Staten Island seal
Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep?
Creep, sweep beats off they feet
Teach in the cracks of the street
My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat
South of the border
Shaolin in the shadow
Medina in the shadow
The Emerald City in the shadow
Verse 2:
Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
Splash you, I'm still the best in town
Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment
My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent
More time is spent wise
Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs
Too much french fries, not enough shake
Rza blow orchestra earthquake
No set date
Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake
Industries bug out
Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out
I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South
Thats how I be likin my mic
You gotta know how to adjust that shit
I came to the fork in the road and went straight
Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate
See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake
My rap birth date debut song was ice bait
Readit like a novel, Donna Cappa gone
Strivin my duns be dollars and coins
Whether in New York or Compton Californs
I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check
One derby, Cappachino the great
Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate
Buildin
Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
I drip through the faucet
I never lost it
Where the party at
give me the mic and I'ma toss it
Head crack talk back, verbal attack
Side track you get japped with my lyric impact
Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna
thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana
projects is rated x I flex and terminate
Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex
Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic
when both hands are cuffed
Whoever tried to make you fall off
Call your dogs off
Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo
live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D
Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous
I rock track like a neckalace
Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected
I'm on a mission, flippin
What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition
Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony
Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure
Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what
fancy talk magic, wise up
fly girls keep ya eyes up
track terrorist kiss
Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill
Talk boss, featurin words that kill
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
work hard WTZ
Donna journalistic
writin wizard(wizid)
Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it
Seen my goal and stuck with it
Ever since a kid, early in a bid
Doin things you never did
All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin
Wallet got tooken
Free from the work release Donna kept bookin
Brooklyn bound, with the sound
hop the turnstiles
fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked
Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid
Tabernackles catch fire within the apple
Tabernackles catch fire within the apple
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
at the drug site we hung tight
three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
money gets low in the street yo
tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
you know the flavor
ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine
two to four three to nine benatoned it what
we all ran coke grams, you outta luck
young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
nobody drop the trees or they fronts
meet on the roof look off the front play low
watch out for po-po thats how it go
three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo
run! if you ever got somethin on you son
you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it
slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
run! these black boys that take none
don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
run!... be the fuck out word god run hard
Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
spys lookin at you one two lookin too
how you roll what you stole let me see you
nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
we gather in the plaza to jerk through
three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
first one to peel, it's not real
plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
us against brown,run fast like you ran track
never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
crash, toss the heat and tear ass
zig zag till you reach your stash
run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard
me and the god back to back one eighty five
and the four five survive that shit
niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north
or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
you got my man shot, nigga run
we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing
and not smilin on the gate it's too late
fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
coolin without the I.D., it's not me
babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah
Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice
Deep in levels, alibi havin' rebel could play
This competition for pounds in the state of permission
Conversation 'bout this kid Killa Bamz
You want defense, man to man
Location Shaolin New York
It ain't nuthin' to talk or walk
Get dark son, economic times to fault
Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
What the fuck you thought, we was given support?
Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest
Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm
One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
Holdin' dart guns in palms
One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz
I pack the dart gun hate to see
Another death in the fam, uhh, yeah, what
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising
Meth-Tical illusions, salutin' my blade
Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary
Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
Time stop, holdin' shop, shockwave be brave
Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch
Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya
Is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
You disbelieve, in the T
Truth equal king Islam truth heard alive, Tekitha
Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen
Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
Whatever I do, y'all imitate try to come close
But can't come straight, I branch out
Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons
That'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane
Bigger bite bigger mic underground
Beneath these streets, W T C, leaky leak
Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin' sweet
Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ
Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape
Deep thoughter, out of order, off
Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx
Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin
Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart
Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again
It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution
Executive approachin', Tang a demonstration
Pillage incorporated, first place
A Thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
Cheat on producers, men go working
Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n
Internal lyrics, expose the profane
Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
Pump up your fist
If you love this shit
Pump up your fist
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Pump up your fist
[Killa Bamz]
Red dog Ebonese, half Gotti and Lebonese
You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text
Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts
where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears
Floatin through the Village, trapped in design to shine
Pillage, war between the thug and the con
As for the father reborn, castle in the mind
Mind blind and captive, warfare be inner-active
Bamz is savage hard to substitute
Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit
I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'ma dog myself
Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low
Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues
Gotta prop the holes in my suit, Bamz foot style
is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler
Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars
Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla
Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene
Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin
Prepare for this war we assassin, but now I'ma chill
for a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic
Sources is similar to full drum when we swarm
Rock my red cape like Spawn
Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah
know it's best to quote the topics
Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin
We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail
Like crews who soul miss, tamper doors open
and your death wish, peepin analyst
Bamz who got the mad new shit
[Cappadonna]
The pillage, the pillage, the pillage
Oceanwide, Donna on the outside
Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide
His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno
Acapella was take two, respect due
No commercial I teach though, I reach those
higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom
Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd
Down low is me, Bamz sugar free
Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club
Attack hate runnin with love, better grub
Dick em down easy, past sound, pass out
Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel
Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article
Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme
Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids
Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat
Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set
Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee
Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C
Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy
Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action
Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle
Razor Sharp label, ferryboat
Park Hill Gallo and the Sable
Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King
Two to four work release time in the bang
Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box
Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox
Bowl of rice Trump, poor people
Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal
The bible, the thirty-six tribal
Trials and tribulations, survival
Drugs as my retardation, masturbation
False identification, one nation
Blood, mud, water, togetherness
Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug
Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug
You bugged, kid, fuck off
[Cappadonna]
Tell Mel Shawn to come in
Word, yo, one life to live
It's on your head
Just like my daughters
That's my word!
Polka dot
Connection
Shine just apostle
[Ghostface]
Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits
Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this
Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship
like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments
Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz
Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo
Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar
Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss
Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust
Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby
The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo
[Cappadonna]
Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez
rap's under seige, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
and my staff, I pray like this
I break mics in half, shit realism
Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
or get laid off, I spray New York
I'm an angel, at war with the rappers
Good black women sleep over at Cappa's
I fall into it, Mr. September
Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter
I respect my kind, plus pack a nine
Daytime outfit superb outlet
Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor
If you can feel Don down it Atlanta
I'm a poet, my work is never done
Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one
Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30
Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty
Somethin precise, hold back the pressure
My unit too nice, you only got one life
to live, think twice
(Think twice think twice twice twice twice)
[Ghostface]
Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window
Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle
Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin
multimillions, rap pavillion stay G'in
[Cappadonna]
This year, we throw darts in the air
To let y'all know this shit is severe
Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na
[Ghostface]
Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light
Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light
Statueheads all up in my lab like mad
Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare
Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck
Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest
Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge
Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull
Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox
Big Ghost'll grab the jim and un-fasten your box'
You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee
Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf
Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit
Soundin like me, suckin my dick
Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon
Cappadon...
[Cappadon]
... as I get it on
I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop
It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop
In a class by myself I hold the foundation
Face to face, I make my affiliation
short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf
In the struggle, ten years after the beef
I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin
if it's not the felonies or the color of my skin
I'ma keep switchin my gear, again and again
From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N.
It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin
More sacrifices, create better livin
My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon
Protect seeds, and protect black women
Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin
Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference
Drama, if you slackin up in the business
Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits
Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na (repeat 4X)
";A killer should not be known, he must be discrete - understand?";
[Cappadonna]
Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW
One culture, return of the track slasher
Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster
Strivin for perfection, the only way I got
my life back was through investin, devotion
Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary
comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies
I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money
be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks
I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good
So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto
Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle
then I speak out, because we all need the guidance
Deep down inside us where you could define science
My mother told me, when I was so stressed out
";All you gotta do is just put your best out";
and I did it, milky
Milk this cow (2X)
Milk this cow, the best way we know how
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Chorus: Method Man
Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts
Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna
You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what?
[Cappadonna]
Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid
Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail
Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells
Seen brothers that fell when I slipped
I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin
y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot
Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance
I flow persistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up
Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks
This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit
it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe
But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft
while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue
You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard
Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors
Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish
Milk this cow, the best way we know how
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
(repeat 2X)
Chorus
Milk this cow, the best way we know how
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
(repeat 2X)
Chorus
[Method Man]
Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling*
Hah! *inhaling*
Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers!
The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez
Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite
Came to treat your earpiece right
Y'all better recognize and realize
Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch!
*gunfight*
[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
[Method] The Iron Lung
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle
sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
on your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys
[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
over the children, as it began to rain
I started buildin, spoke many times before
but didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
...
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers
[Intro : Cappadonna]
That's my kind of bitch!
That's my kind of bitch!
That's my kind of bitch!
[Cappadonna]
I love a chick that's ghetto and pop guns for niggaz
Suck dick and plus buy nigga kicks
Now, that's my kind of bitch!
She fuck real good and she know how to kiss
She live a double life
She call police on me if she get strife
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit'
She like Timberlands and Nike
Tatt's on the back
Hustle and sold crack
How you like that now?
That's my kind of bitch
When I was a broke nigga
She was tryin' to get rich
She be hatin' other niggaz
But eat pussy real-quick
And still never treat me like a trick
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit
Now...
That's my kind of bitch!
[Hook : Cappadonna]
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit
[Cappadonna]
Hold it down
For the Don' when she flex my whip
Even though she on the strip
I ain't gonna flip
I put hickeys on her neck
Hickies on her clitoris on some real nigga shit
Got the cure for your bitterness
Hit you with the biggest dick now
That's my kind of bitch
She cheated on her man and she called it quits
Made me eggs in the morning and she made me quit
[Hook : Cappadonna]
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
[Cappadonna]
She hold my cock when I piss
My mic when I spit
My hand when I trip
My pussy when I skip
Now...
[Hook : Cappadonna]
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now
That's my kind of bitch!
Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
That's my kind of bitch!
You left me here alone with a shine
Our hearts were strong but I couldn't find
My world alone how could I break my home
Still I doubted you and still your strength
Enchanted me you was the father to my child
And a man to me now I'm sung of strong hearts
Run free run free young hearts
Young hearts run free, run free young hearts
Girlfriend, what you did was wrong?
Even though the love was strong
You moved on, never had faith in the Don
You was safe with the Don and then you walked out
A broken house, a broken heart
Cry for my dart, we had a plan
We was woman and man, the hourglass
Held the sand, I held you like contraband
But you didn't understand when the four devils
Came inside of your life that night
We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right
Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger
Every ounce, it's not my fault
That you wanted to bounce, now you tellin' me
That you cleaned up your act, beep me every time
But I never call back, that's how I felt
When you was makin' me crack
Me leave wifey for you?
I'm crying
I'm crying
Young hearts, run free
Run free, young hearts
[Intro: Pike]
Yo, hold up, yo you know what..
S.I., Staten Island, niggaz, yo, yo
[Pike]
Ain't no more talkin' money or fame
I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done
I'm stickin' the fork in this game and run clutchin' my gun
Name P.I., place S.I., N.Y.C
Caramel papi chulo, mammies vena que
Let's see if you could stop me
I beat it like a one man posse, I leave it wet and sloppy
I'm cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back
A lot of niggaz about to get paid back (HOOOOO!)
Because a lot cats that don't like me
I guess they thought I took it lighty
But I rhyme and make you niggaz wanna fight me
I'll melt a nigga like a icey, and wipe 'em up with a towel
Still on the prowl, how bout? It's Staten Isle, I'm foul
The same time I got respect for what's real
Who said Staten Island niggaz ain't real?
You dead wrong, and took you tied up with a red thong
For goin' against The Struggle
We squeeze on the team, crash your huddle
[Lounge Mode]
Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano
You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano
Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano
I keep two guns in my hood like paisano
My style iller than ill, I'm sick like Alzheimer's
A bugged cat, ready to bring back old drama
If it wasn't for the Slash, what could I tell mamma
God damn, it's bad blood between brick and the mud (HOOOOO!)
Brick and the thugs, shittin' on love
Turned over on the newest, start spittin' the snub
My flow is nice and I ain't worried about them hoes at night
For my wife and seeds, gotta get this dough shit right
I'm analyzin', a look how the pro's get ripe
And number 16, yeah, I want it showin' the lights
I rep the hood, gotta respect the good
Even the ones that left the hood, bitch!
[Chorus: Lounge Mode (all) w/ ad-libs]
Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters
(We got this, we got this)
Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers
Cellies and beepers (we got this)
Hoodies and sneakers (we got this)
[Remedy]
Yo, it's the smoked out white boy back on the block
With the thirty eight snubbed nosed, tucked in his sock
From the H-Block, Huegonaut, part of the rock
Shaolin, Staten Isle, and I love hip hop
And when it comes to the kid, man, shit ain't easy
I Lounge with the Cappa D. and L.O. Beezy (I see you!)
You sees me? Yeah, yo, believes me
The Code:Red for life click, racoons need me
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, I got this
Rock this, radio drop this
The Code:Red's for real, yo, you can't stop this
None of ya'll muthafuckas out there could block this
Jumped in the whips, all dipped down low
Ready for a trip, to where, I don't know
No matter where we go, you can't stop the flow
The heat's on, gun's drawn, what's up, yo?
[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, my spit never tasted good, I'm sour
I spit for the money and I spit for power
Then I lean on ya'll like the Eiffel Tower
And to my Staten Isle niggaz, that's my heart
I might leave for a minute, but could never depart
Yeah, I'm married to this bitch and I'm still fuckin'
I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin'
And niggaz don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton
Paranoid like Bush, press the button
Don't make me grab the boomers and get disgustin'
Poppy Wardrobe King, Code:Red Production
Pillage for life niggaz, the hoes that's crushin'
To all my niggaz that went out bustin'
Grindin', the black Timbs on, wild out, hustlin'
(We got this, we got this)
[Verse 1]
Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage
live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against
pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation
cats got the puff powder dance
underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot
speak at the ones on top
at the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real
whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you
the struggle is official with this
chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers
we rock those real black leather bombers
for real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
ya'll better be still
my brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
I put the work in, any predictament
in fact it don't matter to me
the rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency
but rock beautifully, no security with me
hard times and prophecy
one idea, two children and three for virginity
pure energy whenever you confront me
I'ma take yours, star wars.
[Chorus]
Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers
New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam
(repeat Chorus)
[Verse 2]
The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now
let the Teck blow now
more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies
blocks where the Babies pick locks
and Women make love to other Women
it's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
no more cold war, it be the poor ones
no radio play, from the hallway to the doorway
they banned us, cease to understand us
rap criminals segregated, player hated
underrated, project recipients
Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana
I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer
photographs with the Hummer
a young dumber, bound to get dumber
I speak the real CB, pillage monopoly
talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB
O.T.F., a bag of Uno Sixty
I love how the weed get me
see me whole style tricky
gats under the table, the tables turn now
life is too short and too foul
fake Brothers will get exiled
Staten Island style, chicka-Pow!
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3]
I drop paragraphs of information
my mind starts racin'
I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed
I start to attack on every track when I react
dancehall style, ain't nothin' nice
I came to regulate, Cappachino the great
comin' from all sorts of angles
I close in, my team be the chosen
authorized like a hat tucked in
you get sucked in, catch a repurcussion and crushed in
paralyzed, open your eyes, it's us again
O.T.F. hit you like the blow of death
pulled while you was 'sleep
with or without the gold teeth
crunch and lounge, Q guardin' the door
it's like Comstock, we in the Belly similar to clock
Boys to Men buildin', in the street
Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat
thugs smoke leek, it's like the penile in the ghetto
Palmetto, chocolate trees, crying Babies
rabies to the ringworm, take a turn and get burned
tryin' to be this, realness
Shaolin barracks is very high tempered
sensed it in the water sorrounded by the fairy boats
hallways with pissy cut throats
we forever live, gotta protect the orphanage
the beast men, learn to fight back with the poilcemen
Star Wars...Star Wars.
All in the club like what? … dressed up, hair messed up
What ? gold on my neck, don’t sweat y’all sure respect papa on the set
Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet
Love is love for real, for real
Feel what you feel park hill 1 or 3 or 4
I throw darts till you can’t take no more
It’s war, prepare for darts, martial arts
Let me shine, keep me and mine, sun of…took too long
…remain top hip hop, drop to your knees for these
War, rap’s under siege, … needs guns, I got European funds
My … don’t melt… mathemathics… my style
I pray like this, I break mikes in half
… I spray new york I’m an angel…
I respect my con, plus pack a …
I respect y’all, in the manner… in Atlanta
… my work is never done… my mike is stage one
…some times our thoughts get dirty
This album right here
This is the Yin and the Yang
So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
You gonna hear a lot of profanity
You might hear a lot of um
A lot of love, a lot of hate
You know what I'm saying?
'Cus it's like come on I got enemies
I got frienemies
And those that pretend to be's
Homicide Hills
That's the grits
The Grits
The barracks baby word up
Verrazano bridge, yo yo
I give a speech like Martin Luther King
Let freedom ring, forget a bow ring, it's a black thing
Holding me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up
Taking life for granted most of us abandon
How I know you not a cruel
Beef in the home, Africans with jet black Americans
Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans
Deep in the street thugs carrying heat
The rest of the projects surrounded with gates
Middle class families are moving upstate
While the younger generation selling cake
Trying to immitate mixtapes
It's all final, big locks on the Verrazano
Get fined BB conduct on some King Tut
Poverty struck, I seen the right to enter Uhaah took
My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober
This cold world got my girl scan
Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to ham
Weak minds all aboard
I see devils in the eyes of camcord'
And my reward is to let y'all know
I'm going out like P.L.O. whenever I go uhh
The Grits
The Grits
I start the slaughtering, make all eyes start watering
I know an 800 number you can get your coffin, start ordering
The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any king
Faking ain't counterfeit, money in the bing
I do a sting with two 9's under my sling
Anybody you bring, still won't do a god damn thing
You nothing but a onion in the rain
I floss rhymes, I loss rhymes, I got it like that
Y'all bitch niggas I toss times
I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll spot you
Told you I chill, lay off a shit, I still shot you
The only thing I'm unable to do is do what I got to
Look in hospital, Brooklyn apostle, lyrical gospel
Still fortunate to scorch your shit, paying for the cost of it
Your whole style remains wack, I know it's awful kid
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
Yo, I play the back like back in the days
Give thanks and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite
Take birth trees to upright, I forget a fake MC's
My song's the Bible, survival in the man, the lost lands
No radio play, the Pillage is banned
Like a foreigner don't understand
Y'all some flan cats eat pig, reneg real shit from digs
Hit you off with the packages and facts on tracks
Y'all talk but that's put that back
We dealing in the orphanage, way surpass your image
I'm a chemist, a dual dentist, treat my heritage like friendship
I be exit, I rock a gold necklace and restless, it's always hectic
Staten Island shit, bad habit shit
Made me twist it, one twenty disctrict shit
Pillage be the senate, throw darts like Masons
Garment Rennaissance, patrionts, hold the blood like tampons
Baby conduct, put your fist up, no more struggles
100 dollars for the hen' dog, 200 for the bubbles
Less troubles, Pill-Age
Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage
This beef will never we engage
Buck buck buck buck buck
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
{If you fucked my little ho, yo, let me know that then
Let me know 'coz I definately let, I definately let niggas know
When I was banging they ho up
I was like, yeah, yeah, you thought she was in love with you
And I tried to tell you that she wasn't in love with you and I blazed her
Then I, then I called you the next day and let you know
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon
High like my man cmon give me the fame
His flame is so bright, open up your life
Let me swim wiht your feelings
I love yall to death get married to my song
I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong
Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school
Blood pool kid with the low cut fade
My darts is number one, playtime is over
Black October, my debt still correct
revised and updated from the old temple
Big Pens is Tai Chi
Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee
Put away your weapons its Master MC
[Cappadonna](Ghostface Killah)
Uh-hoh
(We back up in this piece, yo)
(Yo, Donna)
(Snatch these birds for a second)
(They rabbits)
GROUPIES!
(Straight up nothing but rabbits)
(Word up, birds are free)
(Word, let go)
Verse 1: Cappadonna
She a super model
33 - 33 throttle
Love the way her body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
Make me fall to my knees
If it's possible
Can I get a set of keys
I swallow your tasty's
BBC's they come in all varieties
Hire me
Hire CC
I'm a liar
But gimme, gimme
My middle leg get you skimmy
Take this shit like a shot of Remi
Bend over let me introduce you to Rover
Until it's over
Now you sober
Put your leg back on my shoulder
I'm a scrub like you
And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do
My new 75 wives's coming through
One female that live near the Bronx zoo
Had to be home no later than 2
And the 2 twins with the hour curfew
The light-skinned females one's you call Boo
THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!(Wu Tang)
HOOK:Ghostface Killah
She a super model
33 - 33 throttle
Love the way her body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
Starsky leaving marks on your titties
Verse 2: Cappadonna
Chocolate milk you look good in your silk
Put your body on tilt
Take me for 2 G's
Even though we not married
I make love to you
You can call me Larry
Call me anything
Don't trap me with the ring
[Intro: Cappadonna]
(... it's like I'm back in the guts, the worlds
The streets, the projects, it's always a struggle
No matter what you do)
Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
[Cappadonna]
All ya'll fake ass niggaz, what you know about this?
Album after album, like I don't give a shit
And you still writin', you ain't flippin' no bricks
And you got a big mouth, but you ain't go no hits
You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over
Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover?
You never had a whip, you never had no chips
You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips
Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits
Smoke greens with ya'll niggaz, come on, get a grip
Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?)
Deep down inside you wanna be like me
And get a little more fame and a little more pussy
But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt
That's the reason why ya'll niggaz can't work..
Yo, yo, come on, ya'll, struggle with this.
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
We up early in the morning, and all night
We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight
Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight
Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life!
[Interlude: Cappadonna (King Just)]
Yeah, come on ya'll, struggle with this
Come on ya'll, struggle with this
Come on ya'll, struggle with this
(Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math')
[King Just]
I'm rarely seen, cuz I'm out, chasin' my dreams
Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen
Mitch Green niggaz all get punched in they eye
Challengin' the champ, like I won't take their pride
Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside
Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried
Comply, or you'll be assassinated
I'm dated and faded, download it and save it
I made it, easier for the media
So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia
Stay weeded up, like the kettel gettin' headed up
Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up
In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine
Optimus shine, here to decline your slot time
Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine
And if my ass get left back, I'mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines
And define definition of an M.C
Tempt me, I ain't got a lot to give, I got plenty
Since you went from 103 to 104
Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more
From shore to shore, I laid down my law
And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors
Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie
I ain't gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly
One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io
With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio
Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera
Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular
I could see through binoculars that you've been watchin' us
Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us
Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges
And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant
[Interlude: King Just (Cappadonna)
Come on ya'll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right)
Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up)
K.J. all day, Donnamite (get fucked up)
Come on ya'll, struggle with this
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya'll struggle with this
[Cappadonna]
I've been strugglin' a few years, now I'm back
All ya'll stupid muthafuckas best to learn how to act
I ain't here to rap with you or here to clap with you
Cappadon', I'm just back on the map with you
Plus I'm gettin' it hot, ya'll hatin' ass niggaz not gettin' a lot
Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block
Know you can't get down, nigga, what you got?
Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block
With the glock, told them niggaz in Crimestock
Hold ya head, it's gonna pop
Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top
Like one in the dome, nigga, we refuse to stop
Don't get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop
But the heat's still rising and ya'll gonna get it
It's me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted
And my goretex shit with the FUBU knitted
And I'm coming back for all ya'll niggaz that shitted
Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off
Run from Don, I tear the wax off
Osama Island, nigga we been wildin'
Struggle with this, come on ya'll, fuck talent!
[Outro: Cappadonna]
Struggle with this, put that work in
Come on ya'll, struggle with this
Homicide Hill, come on ya'll, grizzly
I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow
One kid told me he used to be a pro
Until he bump heads with new Cappachino
You might of seen my face in the old school arena
Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina
I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor
Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina
Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin'
Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island
All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion
What you don't really want this here rut
Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut
Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning
I tear mics up, y'all need to quit
The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit
Some of y'all sing like never before
I sleep all day while y'all trying to score
Then I wake up like Alien 3
Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me
Bitch, this is how the poor got rich
Lay on the track then insert the hit
Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant
Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment
Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic
Nobody in my team have it
You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill
Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel
It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics
Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish
[Intro: Culture]
When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water
[Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers)
(If y'all ain't wit) Yeah!
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all)
Uh! Uh-huh, yeah
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
Come on, come on, yeah, uh!
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
These thoughts is fire hot like uh!
Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah!
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
[Cappadonna]
These thoughts of fire, hot like sex
Never fall off in the projects
Original Don, rockin the world
Catch in the palm, hold on to me
Real rap shit, over here
The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC
It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G
Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee
Chill with the hoes, and get lovely
OTF, cases of bubbily
Shake ya ass, don't trouble me
We keep it real, Homocide Hill
Off the meat rack, coke in the bill
Gun talk, a ruffneck city
Shake ya ass, show no pity
Get the cash, fuck that kitty
After that, it's time to get dough
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
Gimme a track, I lace the flow
I go to places y'all can't go
Overseas, me doin the show
Playa hate me but we got the Mo'
Test me, that's a big no-no
(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
[Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers]
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Whateva, whateva man
I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest
I got a message man, and the message is straighten up
Or get eatin up
[Culture]
All mighty God is with us (2X)
[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ]
Save the children, these streets is like a villain
Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin
Save the children, these streets is like a villain
Save the children, let the blood stop spillin
[Cappadonna]
Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you
Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand
Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell
Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well
While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher
Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul
Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell
Kick my door down, without ringin my bell
Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that
All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back
Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult
Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak
Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold
But I still went gold, where the joy go?
What happened to the Black Boy video?
Bring Run back, y'all scared of Cap
Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks
[Chorus 1.5X]
[Culture]
See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko
Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead
Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside
I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside
I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry
Tell dem save the children
[sample]
"What ya said to me.. about me"
"What ya said to me.. said to me.. said so much you just.."
[Cappadonna]
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you For helping me write this dart
And if it wasn't for you ma' would've never had a start
You taught how to read
Taught me how to take my time and never speed
Taught me how to hold my neck back when my nose bleed
I love you Mamma, espescially for the fact
That you ain't have to take my shit
While I was in the streets, whylin' out, jugglin' bricks
Hustlin', sellin' crack, catchin' 'em vicks
I love you Mamma, cuz in the Bricks
That's just how it gets
[Hook: Cappadonna]
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
[Cappadonna]
Mamma what you said to me, yeah, that's what's up
You taught me how to keep shit real and when my gun bust
Keep it low, keep on the go
Just incase keep peepin' the Po
Mamma loco, yeah kid yeah that's my true nigga
I beat ya ass for actin' up know what to do nigga
My moms and your moms might've went to school nigga
When Pops left Moms was the disciplinary
She taught me how to love them women and pop they cherry
Take money, cut time and stab Jerry
Plus I remember what you said to me
Mamma and I don't have to worry
Dear Mamma, after work meet me at the Ferry
[Hook: Cappadonna]
Dear Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
I really miss you And I just wanted you to know that
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
[Cappadonna]
You know I love you Mamma jJust because you my true team
You rose me as a real King somethin' for the Queen
That's why I always stay focused, keep my nose clean
Watch over my family, whoever intervene
Fuck all y'all niggaz, tryin' to stop my dream
Block my cream, Mamma I'll pop my steam
Just how you taught me, Mamma bail me out
Jakes still caught me, Thank you Mamma, I'll make a lil' coffee
The things that you said to me, it hit my mind softly
You a strong woman, and Mamma won't abort me
We used to live in Brooklyn, but you SI New York'ed me
[Hook: Cappadonna *Cappadonna ad-libs too*]
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
I really miss you And I just wanted you to know that
Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna]
God rules everything around us
Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
[Cappadonna]
Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll
Now it's our time to shine ya'll, yo, we did our time ya'll
Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect
Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck
My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up
We got it rough, on some guns bust
Niggaz hold dust, through it all, kept our head off
Feds sped up, niggaz in my hood read up
We still gully, and my whole click dead up
Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
I'm from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s
Shoot up your saloon and lay
Through a poverty side of my life, we came from
All the big niggaz eat meals, real niggaz kept ones
So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple glocks
Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops
Dressin' like gangstas, I've been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with rocks
We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggaz protect
Lively hood, and get Hollywood props
I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit
Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box
For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo
Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people
Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic
My mental came swift, that's the project
[Chorus 2X]
[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side
Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side
I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side
Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken
Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood
Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out
My niggaz try'nna survive, whippin' the gauge out
Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out
Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out
Niggaz stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out
Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out
Featuring U God]
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
Politic
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn
Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks
You catch one trying to pretend you could win
Headlock show the block kid counterattack
Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin
Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever
chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king
So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down
Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for
You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil
My technique is speak have you knocked out weak
Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep
Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop
Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top
Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor
Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech
Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
Cap the imperial, bring out new material
You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head
Wu is in town, catch the hand-off
Prepare for my dancehall standoff
Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
Here they come again through customs
Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
Chorus:
If it's alright with you it's alright with me
We can take this rap game to a higher degree
We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon
Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms
These ninety-nine powerful circling swords
Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on
Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists
Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist
Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist
Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip
Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone
Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone
Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger
Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up
Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean
My path releases, volcanic acids
Engage in the page activity is autographics
Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and
words plays over power practice might bust em
The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane
The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion
The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap
I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped
The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan
With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams
American hustler up and coming with a vengeance
Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension
one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation
Slang person nailed now we move on a motation
Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel
Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel
We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel
Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Knowledge is the knoalition, also too respect
Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence
Such as the sun is the foundation of the solar system
and the Asiatic black man is the foundation of his family
[Chorus 3X: Cappadonna]
It's nice to be important but it's even more important to be nice
"Got to find a way" -> some kids
[Cappadonna]
That's my word, check one, check two
Donna makes one sacrifice, what?
Started to change when the days got strange
No more hand-to-hand, strictly campaigns
It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy
Champagne, caviar, psychology
Practice to be me, strivin for equality
Buildin, I believe the children like Whitney and Walt Disney
"Got to find a way" -> some kids
Uh, uh, it's like that y'all and you don't quit
Shit that make you fall in love with it
Chorus 2X
[Cappadonna]
In the Days of Our Lives we could all feel the pain
when all of this children trapped in the game
Playin hookie from school, just ain't the same
When the guns get bigger, I worry 'bout the kids
The knucklehead ones with the elevator, bid
Trapped in America, it's hard to escape
The Projects, life is like the Planet of the Apes
When all of these kids be buggin wild off the tapes
It's your mindstate shorty, tellin you to be late
Do your homework kid, keep your mind out the dirt
You're only eighteen and you don't know who you hurt
I love you like a little brother, here's a razor
Carry that wise son, treasure what I gave ya
Chorus 2X
[Cappadonna]
Long time no so, long time suffer
As the days get tougher, rougher on Don
I wanted help but first let me help myself
Have a care of my family, black libarian lady
Run right beside me, no public assistance
Long distance, I touch man, woman and child
Diet and stretch, architect with the finesse
Chain heat, brain stained with the horror
I'm a father of two, Wu Killa Bee lethal
I worked hard for mine, intwined up inside
Energy junkie, fertilize this twice, enough spice
I teach Lo, say no to drugs, say yes to more money
I'm a Transformer when your days get sunny
I'm your number one performer, pray for the all time great
Take a toast if you love Ghost, I'll be there
Beware, take caution, often I've seen these streets are gettin mean
Less rest, put the whole world to a test
Try to survive, archive five, strangle with lies
Last days of the hive, it's the Second Coming
I'm a secretary of Wu, official article post up
More dictionaries, read heavy notes, both coasts come together
Never be blind, protect all of mankind
Chorus 4X
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Yo! Get away from the door
Everybody get the fuck back
Staten Island, stand up
[Cappadonna]
I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right
Sold crack for a living, now I could write
Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice
Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me
I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me
If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
Experience my I'll pain, the broke windows in the rain
Crackheads goin' insane
Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up
Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up
It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this?
We came a long way, fuck cheaters
We don't wanna bust the Heaterz
No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah)
Park Hill be the real niggaz and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun)
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Enough of your bullshit, my niggaz'll pull quick
Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
Niggaz should know by now, niggaz should know my style
Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
[Cappadonna]
Why it gotta be like this
Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggaz carryin' ice picks
Sometimes, niggaz we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you
Niggaz throwin' up signs, niggaz shipped to Bellview
Son, don't let coke dog smell you
Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you
Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you
I got caught up in the grind but I fell through
Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you
Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you..
And this is dedicated to all my niggaz in the ghetto
Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto
I'm in too deep and I just can't let go
Catchin' my pain, real niggaz that respect dough
[Chorus]
[Outro: Cappadonna (sample)]
It's my world!
Fucked up... stick 'em! Ugh..
2-4, Graveyard Shift
(The names and the faces have changed
[Intro: Cappadonna]
Six years in the game, nigga, I ain't changed a bit
Get with is, get up, yeah, come on
Do it, club drinkin' tonight, push, yeah
[Cappadonna]
My whole quick off the hook, catch us live at a theater
Chicks start doin' they thing, you gotta hear us
We always in effect, man, police don't scare us
We smoke weed in the clubs, drinkin' a little beer-a
Post up love, honeys in the mirror
Turn the mics up so they can hear a little clearer
Real niggaz and fly honies is in the area
Vibe with me, come on, stride with me
And when you start feelin' this shit, just slide with me
Lay back on this, come on, glide with me
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Do it, push..
Do it, do it, do it
[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, whose the illest rappers, I don't really give a shit
All I wanna hear is one of ya'll niggaz spit
We at the livest event, and to get in this bitch
Some niggaz pay 20 cent, man, make it happen
Come on, all of ya'll niggaz on the left start clappin'
All of ya'll honey's on the right start clappin'
All in together now, get ready for the rappin' (come on, do it..)
Me and my click came over for some action
Sippin' on Hen dog, everybody maxin'
Next thing you know, these niggaz start yappin'
Heads was gettin' flown, jaws started crackin'
But then shit calm down, everything was chill
Stupid muthafuckas wanna test our skill
Ok, back to the beat, now, how it feel?
[Chorus]
[Cappadonna]
Ladies love how it's goin' down
Cuz we always show 'em love, everytime that we come around
And niggaz like how we doin' shit
It's just a couple muthafuckas wanna ruin the shit
You little thugs can't wait for the tunes to hit
Niggaz is wildin' out, racoons'll spit
We at the spot where the willies at, spendin' their chips
And them ghetto glamorous chicks be swingin' they hips
Niggaz best to believe, we like it just like that
All love in the fiesta, no kinds of crack
Everybody is fancy, see the jewels is fat
Come on ya'll, fuck with this, nigga, where you at?
[Intro: Lounge Mode (Cappadonna)]
Yo yo yo yo yo (Guess who's back?)
[Chorus: Lounge Mode]
Aiyo I thought I told y'all before that Cap is Back
And the bitches in the club said Cap is Back
I got them thugs over there that said Cap is Back
And them Bloods over there who said Cap is Back
[Cappadonna]
I don't have to tell y'all niggaz how it is in Da Struggle
Police chasin' me down, niggaz start to bubble
Cracks and Blood niggaz in the huddle
It's rainin' cats and dogs, and kids in the puddles
We still in the game like Poppy, Chad and P-Double
Hard-headed niggaz causin' the trouble
Stank-ho niggaz wanna see niggaz behind the bubble
So they could start fuckin' ya man
Space Invadin' ass niggaz takin' up land
Tryin' to understand my I'll pain
No matter what you do I'ma still gain in Da Struggle
(Fuck you, double, niggaz shoot dope in the game
This shit is serious)
[Chorus]
[Cappadonna]
Aiyo it's not a game
You play chess with life, end up in the flame
Y'all snakes is five dollars and I'm about to make change
Out of devious chicks and niggaz that lack brains
I'm on a whole 'nother level, kid feel me
Yeah, nigga, it's the real me
The project roaches, hoodrats, the broke TV
You can't see me
And let it be known that, any pretty ass chicks, nigga? I want that
Voodoo ass bitches get thrown back
You can't dethrown Cap
Stay focused on the regular
Be in the Hoopty with a shorty on the cellular
Lovin' my project like Nelson Mandella
Or the church love Christ, just pass the paper
Everything be alright, from Da Struggle
(Uh-huh, you two faced motherfuckers)
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
Y'all don't like me and I don't like none of y'all niggaz
[Cappadonna]
You don't have to ask twice, I'm still in the Hill
Been all around the world, it's hard to pay bills
What you think? That Da Stuggle ain't real?
Rappers don't murder shit, niggaz won't get killed?
You just a baby on an E. pill
And I'm I'll with the skill
Shake the po-po off me
Runnin' fuckin' the ho's, fuck how y'all niggaz feel
I'm too official
Any time, nigga, I could come get you
You shook while you got sickle
Brothers amongst brothers
Stay to make babies but they not wit you
Bleed with you, they snitch for the police too
Reptiles in the Benzo
The come adept, what they still do to ya clit
Struggle with this
[Interlude: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode)
Come on (y'all comin' real fast, push the love
I'm killin' you) To all y'all niggaz out there
Yeah (go with y'all man, go with y'all)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode)]
Right in ya balloon you two-faced bitch
(Right in ya balloon, we got Skeero with us)
Yeah, I used to love y'all niggaz
(Skeero is wit us man
Yo how ever y'all wan' do it man)
Now when I see you (when I see you
I see you, you could be me man
Ain't nothin' man) Niggaz speak in codes
Intro: Cappadonna
This is the bread of life man
The bread of life
Cus I'm gonna feed all of y'all
I'm gonna feed all of y'all with intelligent lifespans man
I'm gonna give y'all vocubulary veggies
Word up and make y'all understand that
Now is the time to come amongst this nation
And end all devilishment
2nd Intro: Cappadonna
You don't really want god in your life
You don't really want god in your life
Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Verse 1: Neonek
Pour my wars out basins
My gates is filled with live grazes
Live and die for the king
Escaping hells faces
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds and bees to eat flesh
Shouldn't turn the man you are
Consume you in your darkness
Bloodbaths sealed with fire the lords wrath
Man fainted
Now they see the glory God painted
Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement
Swinging the sword against God
And every mountain
Unleash a vile plague on all you heathens who be doubting
Lined up
Split you in half and grind up
I lined up split you in half and grind up
Enemies are the most high dined hired up
When your times up
The lord made his mind up
Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen
Verse 2: Cappadonna
I got pains in my stomach
I just need to eat
I can't take it no more it's like life in the street
Got my hands shaking
Stressed out for cess
This rap is like coke
My mother can't rest
Times is hard
GATS in the projects
Niggas got jealous since my LP
Made life better
Now y'all hate me
Putting my life down for G-O-D
I rock this
Only love can top this
Laced in clean spirits
Now I'm spotless
Pulling out nots
Now I make hits
Throw jewels at you
Reap the benefits
Laid back love eat my tuna fish
Like that y'all
My God'll slap y'all
Devils in the place
Angels'll trap y'all
Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Verse 3: Killah Priest
As the full moon follow my passage
Enter my tomb now strike the matches
Light up the room
Open my caskets
There's my Mummy
Covered in maggotts
Say the words bring me back like Lazarus
Came to pass like the old lady who read my tarrots
My GAT spit
Still I she'd the tears of a saint
My hearts passion
Painting pictures that's mad graphic
After my words are said
My paper burns up in ashes
All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper
Cold winds beat upon the window shutters
We break bread
8 Fed's came in and bust us
They rush us
They took me I screamed to my dog
The Sun Of Man must suffer
They kill me
Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers
Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life(You don't really want God in your life)
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Verse 4: Cappadonna
We always in the struggle
Making those Wu-Banga's
We hang like hangers
It's the essence of hip-hop
Live in the present
Write rhymes or Hasson'll never test this
Eighties fundamental
God is essential
Rents due plus the greatest lesson is don't owe
Pray with the flow and cruise through the avenue
Blacked down like some of the Jews do
Guns kill so do a missle
All praise due
May the father be with you
A child need milk
These needles are specially built to open your mind
Now is the time oh Lord place your hands upon us
It's the meat by selling bricks
To building cocaine weak
People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches
Cats and dogs
Cops roll like Bozz Hogg
In the jungle
Where every black man is Tarzan
We are gathered here today
In the name of this rap
We coming in peace
So nobody have to get clapped
Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Outro: Cappadonna
You don't really want God in your life
The bread of life
[Cappadonna]
All y'all hatin' ass MC's Run 4 Cover
Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother
I'm a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters
And every time you see me, I always got the butters
And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow
I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow
Travel across the globe, show after show
We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal
And there's a bunch of y'all niggaz that's feelin' the O.
But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so
I clap one of y'all niggaz and leave you flat
And the rest of y'all bitch ass niggaz'll fall back
It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth
Cold stab y'all niggaz, what the fuck y'all talkin' about?
[Chorus X4]
[Interlude: Cappadonna]
Homicide Hills, Staten Island
That's what it is
[Lounge Mode]
Aiyo Cap what you speak about? Niggaz still frontin'
Like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin'
What? We blood for life, we thug for life
Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
Mama Love always screamed on us
And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us
Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back
Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack
And we ride together, rhyme together
Eat together, talk shit and sleep together
In the Hood we pack eat together
What you think? Y'all niggaz keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather
L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up
How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up?
[Chorus X4]
[Cappadonna]
What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all
Pop off 'til I get along with y'all
I'ma stay strong with y'all
Knucklehead niggaz, Shaolin volume two
Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace
Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease
I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar
I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga
But the hood is redder
Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta
Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike's on kid the green leather
I ain't sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together
And my big dick go right in ya heffer
Ahh the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
Word up, it's a beautiful day
Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD
Aiyyo
Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid
Dipped everyday my style is po-lit'
I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost
I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast
For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit
I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
It's war with the Gods this year, represent
The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent
But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent
Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs
Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns
But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive
Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side
Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu
Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
After the tour I came back for more
Comin correctly, just like before
Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate
In the rec room regulatin with Osirus
Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts
Minds on lease like expensive imports
Elevate the seed, no lust or greed
Livin life long time may continue to breed
Never gettin caught up inside the agencies
For ten long years, but I paid my fee
Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C
Back me down these streets are still ill
From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill
Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill
Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill
I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill
In the projects where my man got killed
Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night
Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right
Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice
From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man
When the world go around these things start to happen
Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin
Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient
Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin
That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon
Pull my man in, hit y'all again
Now I make sense, we do this for the rent
Build with intelligence break your defense
No hesitation, time gets spent
Some fall victim, others get bent
Some recognize, real niggaz represent
I can't never stop til my heart is content
Puttin in the work til I feel confident
Blast out darts in the Wu basement
Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Feat. Crunch, Shyheim
For real, for real...
Yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land...
Verse 1: (Cappadonna)
I'm goin' all out, I love trout
Black is what I be about
95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules
I'm crusin' with the angels
Goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that
Graduation hats, bigger stacks
Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream
I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers
I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice
Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic
Hold ya'll like the Atlantic
Pillage at your service
Clubs start to get nervous
Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips
Packed with the info, join the revolution
Slang prostitution, even if you boostin'
Play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side
My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired
A Baby that never cried, a family that never died
I see everything from the outside.
Chorus -
O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through
Watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too
'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this
Live this, that's how we conduct big business
O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga
When we come through, might have to jump on you
'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this
Give this, that's how we conduct big business.
Verse 2: (Shyhiem)
I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty
Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty
Yo, it's the burial ground sound, Dunn
It's real out here
Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all niggaz
Forever in it, yo
My devastatin' hot '97 Mentality
Keep me on point for my four digit salary
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
Never limit to the diction, 'cause chaos to mixin'
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
My word of mouth, it's all real wigs might peel
Livin' large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond government named God
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin' large
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin' me down
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
Method forcin' J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
Realizin' food for thought is self-compromisin'
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin'
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin'
Hopin' I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
Instead of catchin' bodies, niggaz not keepin' it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
That's my type of niggaz I be wantin' on my tours
Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square, I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
Gats and my man, keep 'em bustin' till he's gone
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
'Donna come through everyday my uniform
Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
Crackhead niggaz get stitches
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
Form another pyramid, look how we slid
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
On a twenty dollar bill all in it together
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
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