Verse One: Shaquille O'Neal
You can't stop it, block it, when I drop it,
anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic,
You ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena,
I look into your mind and I see your shook demeanor,
In your eyes, why are you suprised,
no matter how you try, I'm fly as eliquie,
The new edition, is this the end of your last night,
in the day time you couldn't see me with a flashlight,
I crash flights on sights of my enemies,
I'm comin through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity,
why they actin fakin jacks, you're not a friend of me,
I peeped your card, you're not as hard as you pretend to be,
who wanna spark it, with the chocolate macademian,
hand clean to the cranium,
you know the name, Shaq aim to maintain,
money on the brain, can't stop the reign
Chours:
You can't stop the reign,
when it starts to fall,
there's no one else to blame,
you can't unlock that door,
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
It's knee-deep with killers, about million-dollar figures,
blessin' ------ that act legends, and vigers,
cream lizards, cream coochies, I do my duty
as long as they fly as me, and high as me,
success of my circle, try to break it, I'll hurt you,
ain't no gettin out that, I doubt that,
we want the exotic, erotic ladies,
not them toxic ladies, that burn I lot,
I learned alot, from chunkies to ruffians,
from being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin,
listen, had to change my position,
from wanting to be large to head ------ in charge,
my garage, call it Selo, 4-5's and 6's, honeys by the mixes,
if it ain't broke don't fix it,
smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino,
Size like a sumo, franc wad numero uno,
Chours
Verse Three
Shaquille O'Neal:
7-0, towerin inferno,
invincible smooth individual,
who wanna test it, forgein or domestic,
no matter where you're from, I'm not the one you wanna mess wit',
original with this style, livin lavish,
private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris,
I'm not the average, I'm far from the norm,
It's Daddy Long, keepin' it warm, hitting them strong,
Notorious B.I.G.:
A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women,
bringin in to G-minumums to condos with elevators in them,
vehicles with telivision's in them,
watch they entoruage turn your's to just mirages,
disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs,
killers be sureal, Copperfeild material,
my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it,
any place I visit I got land there,
how can players stand there and say I sound like them,
hello,
push wigs and back and push six coup's that's yellow,
bust clips to expand some hand to elbow,
spray up your days in, any teller you win,
crack ?? to ?? is how I may be drivin,
??? of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon,
I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die,
put that on my diamond bezil,
you're messin with the Devil,
why,
yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
yo yo, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
yo yo, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife Dawg, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
get on the microphone and just rip the track
[Verse 1: Shaq]
who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
punch you in your face like that kid from Detroit
really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama
tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma
watch out yo it's time for MC bashin'
got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and
I'm hard like a 360 twice jam
ask Dr. Dre and Ed Lover who's the man
I'm sure they'll say me brother please don't play me like a shrimp
dunk it on your head then I'll point like Shawn Kemp
don't need the drink crooked I juice to get loose
my favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the Moose
I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol
yes yes yall call me Ed Jones cause I'm too tall
put the rhyme between my legs then I'll score
never mind a whore I wanna do a phat tour
come freak the style that the big Michelle display
you know the style that be my fortee
hey Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
hey Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
you know I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
Phife Dawg, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
Phife Dawg is over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
get on the microphone and rip a funky track
[Verse 2: Phife]
it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods
making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
make ya boogie with the fly armstrong crew
Phife Dawg and Shaq Fu this is how we do
funky renditions there's no competiton
split mc's apart as if their group was New Edition
make mc's hush stop look and listen
it's hard to comprehed so they commence to remincising
far from an amateur microhpone damager
end your whole career beat down your manager
never was a herb kick you to the curb
there's more to my attitude than the city of Johanesburg
styles are mean but this year they're even meaner
carrying chips on my shoulder so call me Sarafina
gaurantee ?? martin pissin' and a fartin'
mess around with this and you'll be on a milk carton
mc's don't like me I say tough titties
blow up the spot like my man from Jersey City
people always askin' 'why is Phife so cocky?'
I gotta be good at something cause I can't play hockey
you know the status and the status is live
the first draft-pick for the label called Jive
yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife Dawg, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
you can't front on the track 'cause the track is phat
Verse 3: Shaq, Phife
yo here I am again you'd better call the cops
pump up your Reeboks and ya just don't stop
I got mad styles you better sit and watch
I can kick it like he-he then I'll grab my crotch
yo it's 1993 I mean nineteem-ninety-Shaq
whatever year it is the Shaq will never slack
giving mad shouts to my homeys up in New Or'
on and off the court you know I do her
peace to that dog and peace to this dog
here comes the Phife Dawg aka the top dog
world's greatest 5-footer as if you didn't know
rhymes are like the Lord's lessons they constantly flow
mc's need to step on you see it is to ???
as long as the mic's on that's when I get my run on
battle anybody come bring your whole crew
you want the short black eskimo come see me in my igloo
nasty like vomit couldn't clean it with comet
psycho like the Lords crazy like Onyx
forget the hes and shes and concentrate just on the flow
Phife Dawg sigining off enjoy the rest of the show
Yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ Big Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ 3-D where ya at?
he's over there/Big Chris, where ya at?
he's over there/Nick Ander, where ya at?
featuring Peter Gunz
Remember this signature sound right here coming up
Two seconds one one and a half two seconds
[Shaq & Peter]
Uh Peter Gunz like what
Uh and Big Shaq like what
Uh T.W.Ism Fam like what
Quick uh
Yo Shaq
[Shaq]
Now who's that bringing that heat like D'Nero
Ride through your hood in a six zero zero
Cruisin' at the low speed of 10
You could take a look
Make a U-turn and see me again
Big Shaq drop crews like Quick
Got a little more G's
The one get 'em slick like Rick
Makin' all you playa hata's sick
Ballin', actin', rappin', stackin' chips
Got a personal vendetta
For those who oppose my dogs
Shut your windows and close your doors
Hold the walls, watch how the clean get gritty
Seven-One coming straight from the Brick City
And I'mma be Frank like Nitty
Even if I lose I'mma still get fi'ty
And you can ask Peter, call 'em on my Nokia
Or you can find him in the Bronx in a two-seater
1 - Now they your friend until you've lost
But they never payed the cost
To be an inner city playa' by hater hell
I like the way it's goin' down
I like the way it's goin' down
Now they rely until you're made
But they'll never take the place
Of an inner city playa' by hater hell
I like the way it's comin' around
I like the way it's comin' around
No hata's allowed
[Peter]
Yo, well I'm too hot to handle
Too cold to freeze, Gunz
Ya never heard no rhymes like these
Maybe that's the reason I see wild G's
Bought a crib in the hill
And still push wild V's
Back up, gots to make way for the illest of the earth
Who represents the Bronx to the fullest
Pete be the grillest
Some come try test I
To the east side, to the west side, to the best
I burn like Left-eye
Represent T.W.Ism to the death
I rep I, maybe cuz you slept
I came up to wake that ass
Get your girl on the dance floor and shake that ass
Now, I'mma tell you playa hata's this
While you at the door gettin' frisked
If you don't wanna be lyin' stiffs
Go up in your wallet get your tips
And leave that other garbage in your wips
Repeat 1
[Both]
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(Make 'em dance, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(Make 'em dance, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(G1, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
[Peter]
Now me and Shaq is like Batman and Robin
And I'm robbin, straight muggin'
[Shaq]
Hey yo, Gunz, stop buckin'
It's all about the Benjamins
And the women in Benz'es
And the lex'es, the girls wit the Rolex'es
[Peter]
Now I hear what you're sayin'
But these hata's tryin' to stop my flow
Sabotage things and block my dough
[Shaq]
Yo, just rock your roll, dog
And kill 'em wit silence
You never get nowhere using violence
[Peter]
Yeah, I know and you right
I'mma parlay, chill' and get cheddar
Laugh while they fall and I only get better
[Shaq]
And you'll be the last man standing
Fannin', me and my man
With smoke coming out the cannon
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Yo, Quick make 'em dance
[Both]
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(G1 make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
Peter's got T.W.Ism for life
Peter's got T.W.Ism for life
(T.W.Ism)
Check C T.W.Ism for life
Check C T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
Noxema
T.W.Ism, T.W.Ism
And no Hata's allowed
Oh, yeah
No hata's allowed
"They call me Superman..."
"They call me Superman...""Big Shaq, where you at?"
"They call me Superman...""Big Shaq, where you at?"
[Shaquille O'Neal]
You can't stop it or block it when I drop it
Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
Ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena
I look inside your mind and I seen your shook demeanor
in your eyes, why are you suprised
No matter how you try, not fly as ?ellequad?
The new edition, is this the end of your last night?
in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a flashlight
I crash flights on sights of my enemies
I'm comin through and then I bomb your whole vicinity
Why the act of fakin jacks, you're not a friend of me
I peeped your card, you're not as hard as you pretend to be
Who wanna spark it with the chocolate
Macadamia, hair clean to the cranium
You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain
Money on the brain, can't stop the reign
"Big Shaq where you at?"
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
Blessing *niggaz* in Ac Legends and vigors
Cream lizards, cream coogi's, I do my duty
As long as they fly as me, get high as me
Success in my circle, try to break it, I hurt you
Ain't no gettin out that, I doubt that
We want thee exotic, erotic ladies
Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot
I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians
From bein tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin
Listen, had to change my position
From wantin to be large to head *nigga* in charge
My garage, call it celo -- fours, fives, and sixes
Honies by the mixes, if it ain't broke, don't fix it
Smoked out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino
Size like a sumo, Frank White numero uno
"Big Shaq where ya at?"
[Shaquille O'Neal]
7-0, ha, towerin inferno
Invincible, smooth individual
Who wanna test it, foreign or domestic
No matter where you from, I'm not the one you wanna mess wit
Origin-al Willie style, livin lavish
Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris
I'm not the average, I'm far from the norm
Daddy long hittin em strong, keepin you warm
[Notorious B.I.G.]
A lime to a lemon, my CeCe women
bringin in ten G minimums to condos with elevators in em
Vehicles with televisions in em
Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello
Push wigs back and push six Coupes that's yellow
Plus clips that expand from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any 'telle you in
Crack braggin sick of braggin how my mink be draggin
Desert ease street sweeper inside the beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messin with the devil
RZA:
Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
Shaq's on the track with the blackular,
Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzler,
Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
Veins... do it quick, before your brain get drained...
With the horror you now have become stained...
Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter,
The skill like a splinter! A decimal,
Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...
(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual,
Styles break your mind!
Shine, nigga, shine!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Shaq:
The Shaq Attaq has risen,
Au concrete PM this is twizm,
Always & forever, forever always attack,
I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic,
CD, #3 Static!
You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin',
AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken
Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger,
Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out,
So here me comes! Quick to beat you down,
Like the RZA on the drums!
Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'.
My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman
Emblem! Marks, get set, go left,
The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Method Man:
Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome,
Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down.
I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method.
Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz,
It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:
Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back
To the head, black, ''cause when my Soul Train hit the track,
Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it,
The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted.
My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin',
Got your wholes block duckin'
Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!
Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.
[Shaq]
before anyone gets upset
we're only sayin funkin'
f-u-n, k-i-n
ah ha ha ha
ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
that's right boy
George The King Village
watch this seven-footer spit rhymes like a loogie
funked up like some doogie warrior, just like sazuki
ah, Twism, man of steel organism
combined with phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism
in my league hoopers don't act their age
you might be another dead boy front page
I make more cash than the president
find a bigger residence
Shaq is the man and that's evident
irelevent, what them critics say
until they come rhyme, come act, come play
get out me way
or come trip into this rhyme funk
I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk
it's about where you're from not where you went
Newark, New Jersey, represent, represent
to the fullest, you messin' round, you's a dead man
prepare for the Redman
[Keith Murray]
oh yo yo yo, hold up
due to certain circumstances, Redman will not be performing tonight
but we got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here
so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out
never question who I am, black
I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq
I wreck this with wreckless emotionless
above any beyond the depths of physics
with bio feed back techniques
I speak over the beat
so peep a true thug from the streets
of New York
where you get outlined in chalk
and the herbest person gets foul like pork
you walk and talk into tripizoid
boy I can flipizoid, trapizoid on record
all these MCs out here is a big dissapointment
so I refuse to lose and ooze like ointment
into a deconcentration
I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration
and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill
I'll have my man Shaquille O'Neal push your grill
and that's real
[Shaq]
some choose to pack a mack, I choose to pack my Shaq
twenty twos
I wonder how you'd act if you was in my shoes
this is how I take the old from the new
all my nines down the line kick and lead it too
rugged never smooth with this move as I flow
on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back
step up to get funk in your face
'88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place
cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City
high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty
fool, child, with the high profile
style kind of hoop-hoppa-listic wild
come, get some
from the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums
I flip my style like a pancake flipper
dive-dive dipper
let me pull up my zipper
I'm sick and tired of pissin' on this track
Newark represnts lovely
Redman and the Shaq
for the '96, '97
Jersey is representin'
always and fo'ever
fo'ever and always
Prince Street, where ya at
George The King Village, where ya at
Naughtyville, where ya at
can't forget the brothers in Chilltown, J.C.
Oakstreet representin'
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon
I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers
Don't udder because my style is buttah
The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied
For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up)
I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This
Even P.E. Can Trust This
I Hollywood swing my shit to the basement
Leavin niggaz stunned like how OJ's case went (yeah)
The grand imperial, with mad material
Before you jump, into my flow yell GERONIM-OHH
my God, I rock toward the right
Then I Set it Off, on the left just for spite
The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA
Ahahahaha
My style's incognito
I'm sharper than a razor blade dressed up in a black tuxedo
Word to Reggie Noble, and the Shaq
Forget Schwarzennegger, I'll be back
You know my steelo
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)
Verse Two: Redman
Coming straight from the sluggish part, of Newark, some niggaz start
My styles act wild like Jurassic Park after dark
Tyranosaurus Rex blows the discotheque
I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums
My milky styles flows Canals like Panama
So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax
Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky
It's a bird, fuck, I took the frame, that's my word
I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature
got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk
Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY THEN
My friend, bust the maneveur
How I Ace niggaz like Ventura
My style's water like Evian, that's why you Wonder like
Stevie and how I get wreck with Erick Sermon and
Shaq-Diesel and, I'm comin down with the funk
Punks, that's how we go, you know my style
You know my steelo
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)
Verse Three: Shaquille O'Neal
Tall TWISM, afro-centric Asian, half-man half-amazin
My skill be blazin, six million ways in to die
Grab this mic like Pryor
Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire
Follow me forth, follow me back
Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this track
Yo I Gets Busy, packs more Speed than K. Reeves
You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave
Punks jump up to get plastered
Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD
A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball
TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause
The world is mine, all mine
Quick to treat between the line even Ray Charles ain't that blind
Pass me a Pepsi, forget that freakish Snapple
MC talkin head then I will smash him with the alley apple
Erick Sermon, Redman, Shaq
Three macks, you look for somethin wack you get smacked
Boom-pow-ping, da-ping-pat
Shaq, is back in effect, so how's that
[Prodigy]
from Orlando to Queensboro
the Infamous Mobb
get on your job kid
word up
check it out son
Superman emblem
met with the Mobb in Metropolis
we call assembely, at round table mappin' out the
strategy, my faculty is Warren Allen
know for four poundedly
hittin' up rappers til they can't be
highly exsplosive, this ain't your is rap exclusive
leave 'em hung, and Shaq, frontin' (shhhh) is a nusiance
thirty two, and somethin' for you and you
and him too
Superman'll hold the pill, rhyme Vanderbilt
leavin' niggas in stand still
rapper be Queens real
we hydro, from Orlando to Queensboro
sit back, watchin' ESPN on the eighty inch
the game's on, my thug's on too
me and Nate Dogg
the guard jet ski
Shaq ripped the river apart
you ain't been doin' this, so don't start
[Chorus]
hey yo, I'm tryin' to get this money
there's nothin' like legal money
stackin' the cake makes rainy days sunny
one lump sum, blue chips and checks
so I can play
my way, all day, everyday
[Shaq]
lyrical proufoundest like Mobb Deep
mission on earth
bust 'em speakers in jeeps
phrase of day, don't y'all sleep on Shaq
I reconstruct abstract facts and visuals
clocks speakers at Foot Locker for risiduals
I'm beyond understanding, mystical
of the world is super ???, physical
very lyrical (very lyrical)
my style is tounge slashing
as well as brain smashing
like in your (shhh) kid, without asking
critics be jealous, they absent minded of course
first MC ever to have mics and shoes in the Source
but of course, I ride that white horse
I'm unbeliavble like Biggie
I represent Newark, New Jersey
no diggety
puttin' this down for my fam in the future
into my center, pull out size duece duece boots
than I'll boot ya
age twenty four, y'all gon' see me in history books
omega sci-fi represent, throw up them hooks
[Chorus]
[Havoc]
the unbeliavble mystic, top notch
so cock the pist', forty first side be lifted
drama we wit' it, teflon
recommended, fully automatic, approved
get that vest ready
shook ones, throw on your running shoes
we runnin' crews
danger, without the warning
night without the morning
dawn to dusk, you'll get that mug rushed
cream is a must
so in myself I trust
trust nobody else
and make moves with delf
legalize is wise guys Queensbridge enterprise
take this money rock, to all my shorties, keep it tight
no doubt, we gon' start, me and my Infamous click
nine six to the year Two-G, handle your business
get dough
sip the Alaze everyday, all day
pop the bubbley
you ain't got nothin' for me
we shinin', still shinin', combinin'
working, diamond mindin'
kid you still searchin'
jealous and gellin'
care less, records is sellin'
platinumn plates, laid back
life is great
and good to us
pay checks, give me that head rush
that early mornin' thoughts is that I need more c
so it's on, yo what he say, I'd be right back
it's like that
and Diesel Shaq got my back
[Chorus]
[Havoc]
yeah, Mobb Deep
big Shaq on ya back
get ready for attack
'cause it's like that
Intro: Frank D, Shaq
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
here we go again
Team Twism
Big Shaq
and fo' bad brothers from New York
big guy, let us know who's next
Big Shaq
One Accord
to all the lovely ladies
check it
Chorus: One Accord
I don't wanna be alone
no no no
I can't let you go
I won't let you go
Verse 1: One Accord
thinking back
to when we first met
your pretty brown eyes
now how could I forget
that day when you caught my eye
ooh girl you were looking so fly
baby I don't wanna lose your love
lady
Chorus
Verse 2: One Accord
can't you see
just what you mean to me
you're every little thing
a man could ever need
the way you wear your hair
the stylish clothes you wear
it really turns me on
and I don't wanna be alone
Chorus
Verse 3: Shaq
I got everything I want in this world except you
mansions, villas and yacths, and friends won't do
I see you not amazed by my wealth and it's cool
my family, yo they be sayin' that you play me for a fool
so what a playa do? give it up for a sis
cause you my dime you shine more than this joint on my wrist
L.A., me and you the whole world's at my feet
with you at my side my whole life is complete
[Chorus]
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
[Moc]
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who poop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye
[Chorus]
[Chip]
I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' my pedal to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis boom bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
So dunna nana nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop, hop-hop
Don't-don't, stop-stop
I'm harder than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
[Chorus]
[Poc]
Rippin' the program, slow man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor monetego
Spanish like que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand aside
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't even come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle, spirutal
but everybody's rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tounge twister
All my styles that's buckwild
No fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I rock?
[Chorus]
[Shaq]
I'm the hooper, the hyper
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no joke
Now I slam it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's broke
You have practice today at 4
You got a flight at 6
And you have an appearance at 10 Shaq
Yo why do you keep missing those free throws?
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Can you hear that man?
I hear voices
(*Various voices*)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Shaq diesel comin through doin his thing on tracks
Make hot joints bang on wax
Lay back talk style never lazy flow
Actin like you know crazy dough
Have to reincarnate me five times to blow
My power around here they know my style
When I'm through do is how you find your chips
I sign the slips all kind of whips
Quick to leave a fake scar squash I'm the finishing touch
Like armoire at the end of the car wash
Jams appeal larger than life size hands are real
Movies cause am a steel
Tell me how you plan to feel when these jams be dropped
And you try to star can't be stopped
You can croak this got a new rap style ferocious
Hopeless is what you are who be the dopest
(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
(Sauce Money)
I got the call from my man three-hour time difference
Time to lay it down Sauce Money you with this?
No doubt I'm going to hell of a night
Shaq with T.W.IsM. Sauce Rockefeller for life
How these queues put it down kinda funny you know
Cash come with whistles now cause it's money to blow
My flow register under license hits
My man Reno hold straps with lights and clips
Finally wish you was as nice as this
Got a priceless gift people flow rap device is swift
Listen to my essay you can see
Easily I am M-O-N-E-Y when I say nobody move then I spray
When the smoke clear your whole crew'll be M-I-A
Then I'll be on the M-I-C to LA from the P.G. to NYC
(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
(Shaquille O' Neal)
My thought rocks the real estate Shaq bought blocks
Sauce you know is real stack more knots
(Sauce Money)
My thought rocks from rap sure shots
Shaq you know the drill
My whole state of mind Fort Knox
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Ignore cops on the creep make you the villain
Just a non-violent
.. who rap just to make a killin
(Sauce Money)
How was I thinkin?
Prisicking no sons like fried chicken and bustable guns and died lickin
(Shaquille O' Neal)
We collide quick when it's this phat
Shaq's like a dentist my job to fix plaques
(Sauce Money)
Sauce Money stage discreet cause everyday is beef
Who number one when you play the streets?
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Mesmerizing (uh) what you call my flow
(Never lose my focus baby it's all for dough)
Just a little somethin that you all should know
(Voices in my head got you fallin slow)
(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
(*Various voices*)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!
You need to stick to ballin
You need to stick to ballin
Remember this signature sound right here, coming up
Two seconds, one, one and a half, two seconds
[Shaq & Peter]
Uh, Peter Gunz like what
Uh, and Big Shaq like what
Uh, T.W.Ism Fam like what
Quick, uh
Yo, Shaq
[Shaq]
Now who's that bringing that heat like D'Nero
Ride through your hood in a six-zero-zero
Cruisin' at the low speed of 10
You could take a look
Make a U-turn and see me again
Big Shaq drop crews like Quick
Got a little more G's
The one get 'em slick like Rick
Makin' all you playa hata's sick
Ballin', actin', rappin', stackin' chips
Got a personal vendetta
For those who oppose my dogs
Shut your windows and close your doors
Hold the walls, watch how the clean get gritty
Seven-One coming straight from the Brick City
And I'mma be Frank like Nitty
Even if I lose I'mma still get fi'ty
And you can ask Peter, call 'em on my Nokia
Or you can find him in the Bronx in a two-seater
1 - Now they can front and they can floss
But they never payed the cost
To be an inner city player ba-by
I like the way it's goin' down
I like the way it's goin' down
Now everybody they can hate
But they'll never take the place
Of an inner city player
I like the way it's comin' around
I like the way it's comin' around
No hata's allowed
[Peter]
Yo, well I'm too hot to handle
Too cold to freeze, Gunz
Ya never heard no rhymes like these
Maybe that's the reason I see wild G's
Bought a crib in the hill
And still push wild V's
Back up, gots to make way for the illest of the earth
Who represents the Bronx to the fullest
Pete be the realest
Some come try test I
To the east side, to the west side, to the best
I burn like Left-eye
Represent T.W.Ism to the death
I rep I, maybe 'cause you slept
I came up to wake that ass
Get your girl on the dance floor and shake that ass
Now, I'mma tell you playa hata's this
While you at the door gettin' frisked
If you don't wanna be lyin' stiffs
Go up in your wallet get your tips
And leave that other garbage in your wips
Repeat 1
[Both]
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(Make 'em dance, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(Make 'em dance, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(G1, make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
[Peter]
Now me and Shaq is like Batman and Robin
And I'm robbin, straight muggin'
[Shaq]
Hey yo, Gunz stop buggin'
It's all about the Benjamins
And the women in Benz'es
And the lex'es, the girls wit the Rolex'es
[Peter]
Now I hear what you're sayin'
But these hata's tryin' to stop my flow
Sabotage things and block my dough
[Shaq]
Yo, just rock your roll, dog
And kill 'em wit silence
You never get nowhere using violence
[Peter]
Yeah, I know and you right
I'mma parlay, chill' and get cheddar
Laugh while they fall and I only get better
[Shaq]
And you'll be the last man standing
Fannin', me and my man
With smoke coming out the cannon
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Yo, Quick make 'em dance
[Both]
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(G1 make 'em dance)
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.ism for life
It's gotta be T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
Peter's got T.W.Ism for life
Peter's got T.W.Ism for life
(T.W.Ism)
Check C T.W.Ism for life
Check C T.W.Ism for life
(No hata's allowed)
Noxema
T.W.Ism, T.W.Ism
And no Hata's allowed
Oh, yeah
(Intro: N-Tyce)
Uh, yeah Deadly Venoms up in here with Shaq
(It's the world's, world's greatest lyricist)
We about to freak up on this track
Like, like this
(J-Boo)
I bring heat to any tracks storm lay down
J to the B double O hold the crown
Catch me on the rebound I'll put it down
Bang it hard than the underground you don't want it now
(N-Tyce)
I want wax like a candle
I'll be the chick you can't handle
Pretty feet check me out on sandals
Down even scandal on me too hot, hot
The way my crew rides baby girl tear em off the roof top
(Deadly Venoms)
Camillion get the party started
Make ya tear the club up
Back in retarded because I'm cold hearted
Step through the door gambino hard core mosquito
Keep on soaking you up like El Nino
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo gon respect me correctly
Got something to say do it indirectly
Baby check me a tall brother, chicks wanna call brother
The ball brother, lyrically never fall brother
I'll be in the club with the boys
Making noise on the regular
Mad chicks blowing up my cellular phone
Ain't nobody waiting for me at home
Ain't nobody scoring on me when I'm up in the zone
(N-Tyce)
Got a squeaky voice but I rhyme bold
Lyrically you can't see me like a blind fold I design so
Never try to touch my click, we too thick
We too quick, we too slick, pluck ya like a tooth pick
(J-Boo)
Been the one I swing the swords like an outlaw
Hard to the core you keep it real I'll keep it raw
I bounce back like black ninja's in attack
Quick to react while Shaq smash from the track
(Deadly Venoms)
All you real live[..] put your hands up
And all you fake[..] put em down
We don't clown, Venoms and Shaq step to you in a flash
Break like glass, quick to throw you back in the trash
(K-Raw)
You better step back
Hanging with Venoms out on neff rack
Shaq whack, nah ain't nobody yapping, nag
Got you enemy the way I master things
Need to change my name to Worship Utility
Even your grandma be feeling me
(Deadly Venoms)
When I'm tweaked out and time to snitch
Personalities peep my travesty
I'll smack it back into reality
That's what you get for thinking until I left that
stinking
You didn't know that I was peeping
Your whole scenario tipped the guards so
I brought you low my stylo hitting see-low you know how we go
Slam dunk just like Shaq guess whose back?
It's the Venoms snaking you fools, handle your business
(Chorus: N-Tyce)
We be the bomb baby catch this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this
(Deadly Venoms)
We got the Nine-tino yo who that?
Venom and Shaq true that
We'll break your back on and off the track
Pull your card like twenty-one black jacks
Smack that put it back in fact react
We'll be twisting your cap
(Deadly Venoms)
Trying to reach my destiny and get this currency
I worrying about a thing my brother got so much love for me
And plus I'm Daphne and devious
Take me serious the way me and my friend roll will leave you fearious
(N-Tyce)
Yo I sip it but not a chaser
Just to add some flavor
If anybody step I'll take em out like an eraser
The N dash T Y C E can't nobody see me
I don't eat meat but I love me some peanut butter
The male lover type of chick you want to meet your mother
I'm kind of sneaky at times, my mind though
My rhyme flow, guarantee you'll open every time yo
(Deadly Venoms)
Critical that's why I don't laugh hysterical
Cause it's pitiful[..] the wild like Mystikal
Damn, I mean really y'all know how to slam like O'Neal
Push back up like a rebel when appeal
(Deadly Venoms)
Yeah ya heard me Venoms this clear the premises
Grant your wishes and gave you four death kisses
Not privileges, spitting images, puffing Indians
I know your feeling this, what's spreading the point in this?
(J-Boo)
You know I'm thugging the 41st side is where I rest
Hit you with the venom take your very last breath
Who wanna flex, I'll bring it to ya all night
Four times four chicks with Shaq on the Mic
(Shaquille O'Neal)
It's the brainiac, rap maniac, Shaq
Standing seven feet tall when I slam on tracks
And reading inches with my Venoms on a mission (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Something major, gotta keep a count of my paper
Where I ball is my home so I score for the Lakers
Beware of ?the picture? cause it just might snake ya
(Chorus: N-Tyce)
We be the bomb baby catch this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this
Rhyme baby test this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
Hah yeah we be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(Shaquille O'Neal)
I be the bomb baby
(Outro: Shaquille O'Neal)
Venoms, venoms
Beware of the Venoms, beware of the Venoms
Ready for attack, ready for attack
Big Shaq, Wu-Tang
T.W.IsM., Protect Ya Neck Records
Wha-wha-wha-wha, one love
It's hard being this good
Yeah
Yeah
I took a stand in the 90's
Shook but heard turnin' it
The fact that Shaq could leave a cold track burnin'
Even though in the Tahoe
My whole crew could follow
I convoy 100,000 dollar car follow
Keep your eyes on the biggest big man in the era
Represent rap for all
Enrico Gates bring the terror
T, W, I's to the M - The World Is Mine
I'm gonna shout till a thousand 99
I'm dope for breakin' backboards easy
Even caught bills slippin'
Like they greasy
Pockets stay cheesy
Believe me
I can stack your chips on the remix
And you still couldn't see me
Now pay me
Run to the border
Hit the water
'Cause your style and your profile is out of order
I flow like a river, none come bigger
It's a fact big Shaq is just one bad
I like playin' on the west side
Even though I miss playin' on the east side
My girl Michelle still got my back and it's alright
We could do it from the night until the daylight
I got suckers from my past tryin' to feel me
And all the ones gettin' fresh tryin' to kill me
A force goes through her body that could chill me
There's nothing left for you to do but try to feel me
We can cut through the red tape
And bust through the fakers
Keep your eye on big Shaq
And put your money on the Lakers
I'm guaranteed
(You'll do what?)
I repeat, I'm guaranteed
To bring it to your face indeed
Type of brother who can stay up all night and hit 40
After the game get naughty
And pull your shorty
And it's hard to the next stage to bring it to your idol
Bring it to your whole team and bring home the title
Let my crew known for how we do when we travel
Let's straddle leavin' folks grounded like gravel
Saddle up your horse and hit the course
It's your turn
You could stay in my face and watch your whole crew burn
Now some say I
Don't shine I
Know a different story, never lie
Come watch me fly the sky's no limit
And Shaq's no gimmick you can mimmick
But you front and your finished
I like playin' on the west side
Even though I miss playin' on the east side
My girl Michelle still got my back and it's alright
We could do it from the night until the daylight
I got suckers from my past tryin' to feel me
And all the ones gettin fresh tryin' to kill me
A force goes through her body that chill me
There's nothing left for you to do but try to feel me
Now peace to the playa haters that hate me playin'
Knock what I do knock what I'm sayin'
I'm pullin' out the red carpet and your inside it
Bring it to the front and light it and get excited
Trauma my good fellow mellow like a cello
Enrico Gonzalez one rich fellow
And watch me make your girl jiggle like jell-o
Whose world is this? Over here baby hello
I like playin' on the west side
Even though I miss playin' on the east side
My girl Michelle still got my back and it's alright
We could do it from the night until the daylight
I got suckers from my past tryin' to feel me
And all the ones gettin' fresh tryin' to kill me
A force goes through her body that could chill me
There's nothing left for you to do but try to feel me
I like playin' on the west side
Even though I miss playin' on the east side
My girl Michelle still got my back and it's alright
We could do it from the night until the daylight
I got suckers from my past tryin' to feel me
And all the ones gettin' fresh tryin' to kill me
A force goes through her body that could chill me
There's nothing left for you to do but try to feel me
Rock on baby
Rock on baby
Oh yeah
Rock on and on
Oh yeah
I love Superman
I love Superman
I love Superman
I love Superman
I love the west side, it's time to party
Whenever Superman is in the house
I love the east side, it's time to party
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo Kenny I want you to look in the phone book
Look up every model agency in the City of Los Angeles
And tell em about my new hundred-foot yacht that I just purchased
And tell em we about to do the ultimate pool party of the century
Hahaha, call em up, pool party, boogie all night
Hahaha, wha-wha-wha-wha
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo invite the whole city well mainly the rap fans
And don't forget to bring a six pack for the trashcan and
Fill up the pool with lots of water
Don't worry pops I got your daughter
I'll bring her home in one piece even though she came in a two piece
with those groupies it's a party you gotta move your body more often
Walk in soft lookin lost you'll gets tossed in
So leave home the jackets and Tim boots
Cause all I wanna see is sandals and swim suits
And get the lotion out cause the sun out
Cause now ya at the party where the grub don't run out
No fights between blacks or whites
The vibe is tight big Shaq is on the Mic
So raise up the roof with both your hands wha-wha
And boogie to my pool jam
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bounce right you know you want to party with me
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo the neighbors is tweakin cause there ain't no way to steeking
But I ain't listenin it's the weekend so let the bass rock
There's no place to park on the block gotta walk use the side gate it's unlocked
All the honeys lookin fine slumville started up the Soul train line
Lookin at the Lexus it's about that time to call my baby girl
Got to protect what's mine the ladies are squallin by the fox
My player never chops take off your shoes and socks
your bottoms and your tops you don't need it
The pool's heated you wanna be conceited beat it!
I'll be in the Ja'causezi gettin treated like a King
Throw my grub down gettin rubbed down
There's no time for attitude my days shatter proof
Just push up your hands at the pool jam boogie with me
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bounce right you know you want to party with me
(Hevin)
Our pool jams our (my girl) always the best in town
Our pool jams our always the best in town
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Takin mad noise while my boys mingle
The weathers hot like the big Shaq single
Don't know how my thing go I rush em like
I'll take 4 of ya baby even warrior
Started up on ya girl like Victoria
But it's not a secret baby on the dance floor
Show me how you freak it
Slumville's mixin breaks and Tom's on the grill with the fish and steaks
And fixin plates the ladies too fly to swim
And Kenny's on the air with the poolside basketball rim
While dirt belly flapper swam guy
Buckie is in the crib on the NBA Live
You can't crack the vibe you about to boogie all night
The vibe is tight and big Shaq is on the Mic
So raise up the roof with both your hands wha-wha-wha-wha
Welcome to my pool jam
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bounce right you know you want to party with me
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Yo, yo
(Yo yo)
I don't really wanna play the game
(Nah)
But if you want me to play the game and wait a while
I will
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Yo, the first time I met you it was love on sight
No matter what I do I can't forget that night
In my mind you was fine as wine air tight
Somethin' like a movie, but this is real life
Mo mistaken, unh, I was taken
Girl, you hit me harder than the music I be makin'
I exercise, push-ups, how you feel huh?
What's your name girl? How can I get wit' ya?
I can't believe that she didn't heed that
No type of feed back, I need to pull my sleeves back
And try again, time after time
But I won't stop until I make the girl mine
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
I got the digits, unh, remember I was
On the telephone kickin' willy bone for hours
Buyin' candy and flowers, often
I can't count amounts but I know I spend a fortune
I never sweat it, you was so cute
That I ran like Pacman in hot pursuit
(Back, back, back)
All my friends say you must be buggin' kid
You say I'm just a friend to make me feel like this
But I would never do you like the next guy did
Scared to love again and keepin' your heart hid
And just when I think you might come around soon
You proceed to hit me wit' that wait a while tune
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Vision of love, the one I think of
If I had my way we'd be tighter than a glove
On the scale of one to ten, you must be an eleven
Baby, hold my hand and walk the highway to heaven
I'm not the same old thing runnin' the game type
Love 'em and leave 'em alone, catch the next flight
I promise you, I'm a stay true
If you call my name I'll come to the rescue
I mean a queen like you deserves honor
Scoop you in a drop-top Porchse, my tire's armored
For worse or better, no matter what the weather
It don't really matter, we still down together
I got your back, in fact, I'll never hurt you
Mislead, decieve, Shaq won't desert you
Just call me crazy, I just say whatever
Prayin' for the day I'll make you my girl forever
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
Let's wait
Let's wait a while
Before it gets too late
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo Kenny tell Clark I need another hit
Yeah Brick City wha-wha-wha-wha to Beverly Hills
Yeah, yeah the world is mine T.W.IsM.
Clockworld yeah Sonja Blade once again
Another hit Sauce Money uh-huh yeah
Peter Gunz check it yeah T.W.IsM. fam
Check it
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Aiyyo heaven put on a lock of a life of a seven-footer
Never catch me in the back runnin wit dem
Like my chicks stickin gorgeous a stun in a slim
Rap style like black cobra comin in a gym
I consider y'all whack its Shaq that did it all
Everybody gotta go soon as I hit the mall
Takin my time when I shop could ya meet
Waiting inline every state I escape with a dime (word up)
Hatin to find out no data is so greater
Been purping the goal from LSU to Omega
Gotta respect that funky beats don't even sweat that
Clark got that with a hot track forever see
Which is me you'll probably never be
Besides I'm too mental like Celebrity
Plus you just begin a stack when it's whack
Shaq blow the whistle cause you bugging like Men in Black, what
("On the microphone, fiend")
(Shaquille O'Neal)
I'm the hottest thing spitting y'all
Shaq D also better known as stack neat
Paper, cats can't understand my caper
Getting dough is like Nas right hand
Checking nature might resent me
Cause cash rule the chips represent me
See me breeze in a cream Bentley
Fronting in the sun that's two-seated
Believe it pull up to the light and now you looking defeated
Girl grilling my ice got you heated (yeah)
Yep beef with the nitty I never needed (wha-wha)
What fags are true I know what Mack's might do
I'm quite familiar with cats like you
Provoke to get me give me a good reason to smoke me
Try to break me but never wrote me
Take my bacon, number 1 I know you hate my reign
Guess what, can't stop the cake I'm making, T.W.IsM.
("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")
("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")
("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Uh-huh, hahahaha, yeah
One time T.W.IsM.
The world belongs to ME
(Shaquille O'Neal)
I'm the official all star twice as hot as y'all are
Never catch me putting chrome on a small car
I'll buy four more that imagination could dream
Never drink coffee without tasting the cream
Like fill in the golf course Shaq making the green
Another way you'll be fronting playa hating my team
But you feel, still Shaquille O'Neal, real
Since I stacked the deck thick now here's the deal
I pound hard to the ground and make you canopy seen boo
Can't believe the dimes I'm romantically laid too
I think you should relax and keep your heart
Wanna hit better try and get a beat from Clark
Wanna ball grab your jersey and act like you know me
Hit the forum and watch me catch the ooo from Kobe
For y'all punk squad I duck hard
After we fast brake I hit ya chicken make mad cake
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")
Chorus 4X: Shaq & {Warren G}
I wanna girl like my dear yea
{Tall, slender, brown eyes with the legit like this}
[Verse One: Shaq]
I wanna girl like my dear, that's my mom dukes
Someone to kick back with no fake no juice
Beautiful cars cool collective
Settle down chill out that's my objective check it
My game put my on the map at first base
Make up like cake in your face just ain't my taste
Some girls try to play me but yo I find another
because I gots that crazy game and I'll make like my mother
???? speakin I'm like I'm tweekin
my buisness never leak in the street
The packin is so complete, like 7-up I never had it but maybe I will
In need a women that reminds me of Lucille, my dear yea
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Shaq]
Let's get it on I've been feeling down
Baby know maybe you can help me out
I ain't too proud to beg for some advice
Let the good times roll in the heat ofthe night
I'm supafly TNT Shaquille O'Neal
Reach out for me I'll be there you know the deal
Now ain't that peculair I found a wonder full one
ain't nothing like the ral thing buggin out having fun
A man will always be a man he sippin on ??? I understand
So let me stick to drinkin up these Pepsi joints
Dunkin, actin and rackin up these points
I look over I see you in the stands
I'm showing off actin a fool for you and my fans
I put my peace sign high up in the air
I think I found a girl just like my dear yea
Chorus:
[Verse Three: Warren G]
Ahhh a brand new verse to smoke as I'm ??? all the way
'cause this DJ is kickin up dust from the urban Eastside
Twenty-First street and Louis that's where my funk ride
Chillin with my man Shaq Diesel, cock diesel
Yes it's me Warren jiggy jiggy G'z
So G-funk, we funk till the end of our lives
with respect for our mamas Miss Dee is right
[Verse Four: Shaq]
I'm glad i found that significant other
she remind me of my mother 'cause yo there ain't no other
I treat her right like father MC
'cause I check Ralph Tresvant for "Sensitivity"
Behind every great man is a great woman
I keep it commin baby baby I keep it comin
and you don't have to worry about a thang
'cause living in the fast lane just ain't my thang
Peace to Lucille and Miss Ola May
'cause women of today like to play what can I say
I'm glad I found me a girl that's real
she reminds me of my number one baby Lucille yea
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Come on bounce (yeah)
Yeah T.W.IsM. fam (uh-huh)
Peter Gunz, Peter Gunz
Big Shaq, Shaq Dog
The rock is for all the females who wanna play
(Yeah), yeah, (wha) one time
Wha-wha-wha-wha check it uh-huh
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha
(Bring it, bring it, uh come on)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Aiyyo baby clear the way for Shaq
Another hit when you thought I wasn't comin back
I heard you askin all your girls aiyyo where he at?
Well here I am doin damage on another track
Do you really wanna rumble with the big dog?
T.W.IsM. fam, Peter Gunz, Shaq, Ken Dawg
Getting money droppin hits stoppin all y'all
Boy y'all tryin come let me warn y'all
Stall y'all I'ma make it if I'm hot or not
It is the money, ask yourself cause I got a lot
Not bein funny talkin sh.. but I pop a lot
And back it up and catch a breeze in the six-drop
And if it's sunny then I get deep in the kick drum
You think I'm wack baby girl come and get some
And see yourself when Shaq get these hits from
Same source that your man wouldn't bit from
Oh get ready baby
(Chorus w/ variations)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready tonight
We gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready tonight
It's on baby girl I hope you can remember
(Peter Gunz)
Aiyyo I used to push the a..
Now I push the six with the bows in the back
Funny how the honeys come and pose when I'm at
In the Bronx and the shows where I'm at
You can ask the hoes in my flat
Shaq made a path I came through walkin
Now I'm pushin and got the whole cold stalkin
Feelin me knowin that I'm winning in the beginning
You thought it was a phase till I heard a brother read
Peter Gunz un fellow chapter uno bruise like Bruno
Slam like sumo who know money you know
I bring the funk like under arm and see me on
That's why they get me on delivery my ?denemerey?
So configurey chips and the gzank
Is just how a
..
I've got plans for mine
I wanna know when I go that my family got the dough
When I
.
Get ready baby
(Chorus w/ variations)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready tonight
We gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready tonight
It's on baby girl I hope you can remember
(Shaquille O' Neal)
I'm a pro on the court on the microphone
Going platinum if I buy a million of my own
It gas there's recruits on same song
Why your man play off I'ma play on
Word is born pro Dawg is the Hit-man
Big dirt's hittin fools like quick sand
On a mission clear the path like Christian
Apply pressure to the
Christian
Who the man Peter Gunz is you wit these
For all these undercover haters tryin to get these
Forget that cause baby mamma wanna hit these
And bring me drama while these cowards tryin to stick these
So nick these I'ma shine like the Sun do
As you know I'm made of steel so I'm gun-proof
There ain't a member of your crew I can't run through
Won't you page me later then I'll call you
Uh wanna play baby
(Chorus w/ variations)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready tonight
We gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready tonight
It's on baby girl I hope you can remember
(Outro)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready, ready, ready, ready, ready
Ooh yeah you don't have to worry
You don't have to worry don't you say one thing baby
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
This for all my brick city ballers
All the people from the slums and the villages
Slumvillage T.W.IsM. (Shaq)
Don't be mad at the play
Be mad at the game
I consider myself a major league player
The highest level of playerism
Check it (yeah) wha-wha-wha-wha
Slumvillage (city) T.W.IsM. (Bronx) wha-wha-wha-wha
Killer Cali wha-wha-wha-wha
Check it
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Yo my mind state all I want is platinum plates
Everything that my eyes see who can deny me
Make more in a day that's a lot of y'all touch
Y'all know the fake ballers' cause they always talk too much
Now, Question. How y'all gonna be hating on me?
Criticizing, debating on me
When I got you're baby mama waitin on me
While you down on one knee
I'm doin things that your rhymes can't see
The world is mine cause now I ain't easy to trust
Skills to much bet you get brushed and bust
Got thugs with ice mugs that handle heat for me
Legal teams that handle things for me like what
Mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Don't stop coast to coast (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Like what, what, what, what, what
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what
(Shaquille O' Neal)
I know a kid with four albums but don't get know respect
No matter what he do his life's always a test
He got stress on his chest and the world on his back
They say he's greedy he do too much he raps and acts
Then try to play ball and dominate the pros
I don't know why y'all mad he's just followin those
Who paved the way, cream and Dr. Jay
When they did a movie girl didn't have nothing to say
So can he play, can he claim the world is his?
Can he do the right thing instead and set example for kids?
Reach for the sky he's tryin to hold glitramatis
Handle your biz Shaq know what time it is like what
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Before I burst let me let y'all know
You got a personal with Shaq better let it go
Don't y'all see it's not a game when you hittin dough
My man makes it kinda easy just to hit and go
Can't y'all see that I can't stand a lazy whirl?
The same way I can't stand a shady girl
Y'all didn't know JC is my baby girl
I gotta make it kinda sane in this crazy world
Talking trash'll get you smacked up crashed up
Get you with this Mic don't fall get your ..s up
Don't rub of the Shaq O' Neal
Incase you didn't know this ain't no novelty bro
This is album number four like what
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a (don't be mad)
Like what major league playa (cause I'm the best at this wha-wha-wha-wha)
Don't stop coast to coast (I'm the best at this wha-wha-wha-wha)
Like what, what, what, what, what (I'm the best at this)
Get paid let's get this money-a (WHY?)
Like what major league playa (Hahahaha)
Don't stop coast to coast (album number four)
Like what, what, what, what, what (respect)
(Outro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Slumvillage T.W.IsM.
Peace to all my favorite rappers
Noreaga, Canibus, Snoop, Kurupt I love all y'all
One love the world is mine
There's something I want to tell you
There's something I think that you should know
It's not that I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
When we get to know each other
And we're both feeling much stronger
Then let's try to talk it over
Let's wait awhile longer
Let's wait awhile before it's too late
Let's wait awhile before we go too far
Remember that special night
When all of the stars where shining bright
We made our first endeavor
To stay together
We made our very first promise
To love, to share and be real honest
But on that very first night
It wasn't quite right
Let's wait awhile before it's too late
Let's wait awhile, our love will be great
Let's wait awhile before we go too far
I didn't really know not to let all my feelings show
To save some for later so our love can be greater
You said you would always love me
Remember, I said the same thing too
You don't have to be frightened with my love
Because, I'll never give up on you
Let's wait awhile, awhile before it's too late
You know you can't rush love, love
Let's wait awhile before it's too late
Let's wait awhile, our love will be great
Let's wait awhile before we go too far
Let's wait awhile before it's too late
Let's wait awhile, our love will be great
Let's wait awhile before we go too far
Intro: Shaq
yo yo
this jam right here dedicated to all the little bad knuckleheads runnin'
around
gettin' in trouble
just follow your dreams and you'll be aight
Chorus: Peter Gunz
yo it was all a dream
deprising and uprising my schemes
but suprising realzing that
yo it was all a dream
I kept my head above the water for cream
but now I'm turnin' all heads when I step on the scene
(yesterday it was just a dream
never thought this could ever happen to me)
it was all a dream
(how a change came around in my life)
Verse 1: Shaq
I went back and forth from ??? to chilltown JC
at first it's just me and mommy
then Phil came along, he bought a basketball go to the park
get your game on Shaq but have your butt back by dark
I was acting like the doc, my game was the joint
dribbilin' between my legs like Norm Nixon at the point
materalism kept them other kids biz'm
while I was selling my game they was sellin' izm
words by Phil be a leader not a follwa
don't let the masses of technolgy swallow ya
la-d da-d we all likes to party
I'm followin' my dreams I'm gonna be somebody
Chorus
Verse 2: Shaq
now check it, commodores was my favorite joint
til I heard Planet Rock on the bop, that jam's on point
I used to rhyme in the mirrior, like I was down with UTFO
Doug E. Fresh singin' a show
for a big kid I had crazy rythem
size 13 suede crews with thick shoe strings in 'em
I was the baddest popa, baddest rhyme dropper
bustin' more mills than Superman to helicopters
I had the name buckle kids used to jock
Public Enemy came out, I had the clock
my favorite jam was by Big Daddy ain't no half steppa
my mic sounds nice check 1-2 by Salt N' Pepa
Heavy D, Rakim, Eric B, Ricky D
Scott LaRock and BDP
I never knew 'em but I used to look up to 'em
battles in the park in the dark I ran through 'em
Chorus
Verse 3: Shaq
somebody wake me up this can't be real
lookin' in the paper, Shaq's about to make a hundred mil
somebody smack me, it's gotta be fake
20,000 square foot crib on the back of a lake
five movie deal with Disney
damn I'm getting busy like Dizzy Calepsi
20 mil check from Pepsi
let's see, red benz and black porsche
??? room suburban with roof-top hole and of course
boat with my name on the side so I can ride on the water
with my wife and my baby daughter
I oughta write a book so y'all can see
how easy it is to be who the hell you wanna be
this is a message from Shaq, react bring it on back
follow your dreams and it's like that
Outro: Shaq
yeah, yeah
Ken Dawg, rock rock on
yeah, Peter Gunz, rock rock on
yeah, Lord Tariq, rock rock on
my man Hassan, rock rock on
to my dawg K Mitchell, rock rock on
to my man Frank E, rock rock on
homegirl Nyre, rock rock on
to my little baby, rock rock on
to all my homey lovers, rock rock on
and to my favorite mother, rock rock on
and to my damn daddy, rock rock on
and to my golf caddy, rock rock on
to my man Fred LaGwynn, rock rock on
to all my enemies, rock rock on
I'm following my dreams, rock rock on
to all the little children, rock rock on
rock on
[Common]
I spit feelings that soar over brick buildings
And get children and families to live better
Live whether rain or shine
Picture Com' free, is my frame of mind
My day combines from comedic to the gate of mines
Tastin my favorite wine, tryna stay divine
Realness around my neck, is my way to shine
I ain't made for time or age
My mind's a page that few can read
Made for you to breathe through the seeds I plant
Tear down Babylon, rebel missions
The hustler traditions carry on since Avalon parked dames
I battle long to spark days
Being the son that I am, got gramps offered ham for lint
She gave me the scriptures, told me to understand it
It's bug from my own planet I can see the sun
Waitin for the savior while I wait for me to come
I'm comin in the...
[Chorus x2: Joi]
Rain, rain, go away
I need ya sometime but not today
I wanna live, play, run, in the suuuuun!
[Black Thought]
The language is mine, I take advantage of that
I'm like the ghetto thug B-Boys, Brittanica black
I gotta style that man-handle the track
Thought, Common, and Shaq, ya couldn't hold the animal back
Me, I been all emcee since like '73
In South Philly with the 'fridgerator empty
I know the feeling of the whole world against me
I know the feeling of the game tryna pimp me, for real
It never break me, or make me move the thing off safety
while I maintain control
Rather process the info than swallow it whole
You never bothered breakin the mold, you out in the cold
Trustin in a fake nigga cuz he act and joke
Stead of dealin with the ac-tual
Yo, too many hard times, detour signs, and tears
And the police stay livin in constant fear
Another gunfight, where? In the sunlight
[Chorus x2: Joi]
[Shaquille]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Now I reign supreme, sunshine hit the bling
Life; seen some of the strangest things
Fake niggaz and women, they tryna hit me for my cream
I touch a soul with this vision
I love to go back and re-live it cuz it seems so vivid
Before the money, and the fame, and the stardom
Before you schemed on Diesel, like what it cost em
Original, never ask where the style's from
And what about the haterz, that doubted the album
You didn't think B.I.G. could do it again
I'm top fifty with a ring, see I do it to win... (Heheh)
Now my name back on the streets
Name back in the jeeps
Can't tame my platinum speech
Ain't nuttin like being young and content
I'm comfortable with life, never worry where them chips is spent
Stop askin me about Kob'!
Y'all heard me say Twiz before, you seen the way I clutch the globe
Yo y'all niggaz ain't forget; the world is mine
I'm from the New Jeru's Brick City - and that's my sunshine
I was born three six seven eighteen with [unverified] on the wisdom
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte
That means I'm gifted from the get-go
Mom's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro'
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense
Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince
Times are hard, times are rough
Didn't have 'Toys R Us' toys, but I had enough love
Plus the guidance from above
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me
Then there were a few times when dad had to scold me
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling
Didn't want me wheeling and get to drug dealing
Remember when you asked me this one day
Who I wanna be like, I said, Dr J
Then you said, good, now you gotta go
Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole
Mom cracked a smile, daddy gave a frown
I said to myself, I can't let them down
So make way, I'm coming in for a landing
And nothing's gonna stop me from being outstanding
I'm outstanding
Now let's skip to the time when I was fifteen
Shaq is in the house, no, Shaq is on the scene
Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper
Now, a role model, I mean a role figure
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger?
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly
Then I remember what mom and dad told me
Remember this, son, do all the runs
Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from
You're young, gifted and Black
If they can't say, Shaquille O'Neal then make 'em scream, ?Shaq?
Like the fam' do, in the stands who
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, ahh ooh
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge
Make that gift and now it's time for me to fulfill my dream
To be in the [unverified] like Dakeem
I'll make the backboards shatter
Fans chit-chatter
Even make the other [unverified] get madder
That's me, who can it be?
The master of disaster, seven foot three
Brother, ain't no other in the nation
I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation
I'm outstanding
I'm outstanding
'Cause now I'm outstanding, wave your hands and pump your fist
When I'm on the court you know it's strictly swish
'Cause there's some things that I gotta' do
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq-shoe
And now it's time to take care of business
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis
Scott, but I won't stop, gotta' keep striving until I reach the top
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain, I flow like a fountain
Peace, I gotta' go and I'm out and
But before I go, wave your hands
Peace to all my family, friends and fam
Intro (Shaq):
Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something, something I can go
to the park to,
yeah, there you go, allright, I like that, I like that,
it sound dope,
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)
Verse 1 (Shaq):
You wanna fight? come fight me,
I'll hit ya with the "wa-psh-psh-psh", see, see
I get dirty after dark, I'll treat like Speilberg,
you get your ass kicked in the park,
(oooohhhh)
you don't beleive me, the proof is in the pudding,
little boy in the hood, way before Cuba Gooding,
I flip scrpits with the mad pa-style, freeze
music please,
I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems,
people call me E.T.,
(what's that Shaq man?)
Extra-Tallems,
you better than Shaq-tack, fool, shut up liar,
I lean on the statue of liberty when I get tired,
than I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't give a heck,
(hey yo, why you bug a hooker like that?)
yo, she breated on my neck,
people walk around like yall, they got charred,
but I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7, large,
I kick rhymes like moduck-kwong you,
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic,
I Chech and Chong you,
you don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn,
I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man,
Verse 2 (Def Jef):
suprise, look who's back,
not a prize from a cracker jack,
look at that, it's Def Jef with the Shaq Attack,
flexin', I'll be crackin your back with the boom-boom-bap,
pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back,
everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet,
still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Ali, Mohammed
do yourself a solid, don't flex, you go sex,
you know the time, get the hard hat, the rolex,
the way I see, if I was wack like you I'd be at me,
the way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity,
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't front, you know how the name is spelt,
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself,
attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad,
coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard,
don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up from the trunk,
the reason your tape didn't hit the deck is because your hits don't bump,
so get back, ain't no hassle, cause you ain't holding nuthin,
keep sticking around, you get beat down like you stole something,
sleep on me and the Shaq and ??? your own???,
cause I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man,
Verse 3:
[Def Jef]
ah yeah, yall don't know nothing about this,
the Shaq man's in the arsenal,
what's up like that,
Double XL in the nine-ohs kid,
skills to make mills,
big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya ??? large,
so check this out Shaq man, we gon' let this beat play right here, let all
the brothers and sister know.....
[Shaq]
nah, nah, let me continue
I'm a be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu,
mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka,
rocks from here to Mecca,
boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a,
I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle,
cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle,
my Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk,
all you jealous punks can't stop my dunks,
they're brand new like Heavy,
built like Chevy, Impala,
but Shaq's a smooth balla,
(yeah, but what about rhymin?)
I can hold my own,
knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone,
rhymin is like hoopin', I'm already a legend,
back in the days in the Fush-camp section,
used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby,
every once, every twice, three times a lady,
is what I listend to, riding with my moms,
how you like me now? I drop bombs,
when you see me, please tap my hands,
I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man
Outro (Shaq):
I'd like to give a shout-out to my boy Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany, Meech,
Ron Mac, and my other cousin Ron,
this is another rough shot from the arsenal,
and you know what. booty rappers, stay booty,
ha-ha-ha, and we out,
ahhh ha ha ha ha,
ahhhhh ha ha ha ha,
(Intro)
(Shaquille O'Neal & Loon)
Clockworld
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Shaq dog, T.W.IsM.
Yeah, Big City yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh nigga
(Heat it up)
Yeah Brick City ya don't stop, uh
Brooklyn ya won't stop
Heat it up
Uptown ya won't stop (wha-wha-wha)
Clockworld ya don't stop
Come on
(Shaquille O'Neal)
My game is tight people know my name ya right
Money I hold and the tight things I like
Name ya price I'm the type that'll change your life
I got money to persuade your wife
I'll be in the game seven-one three inch of change
See me I'll be in the range me in the rain
Doin it up on a highway doin the buck
Certain things you can do in a truck
But I hold my water so ya better hold ya daughter
Shaq'll be on her back like news reporter
Crews get slaughter so ya better get the rules in order
Fore you mess around and loose this quarter
It's crush time and I'm tellin you one time
So therefore your metaphors are punch lines
Don't hold no weight if you ant got no cape
Shaq is back so don't make no mistakes (heat it up)
(Chorus)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
(Loon)
Now I'm holdin things float like poles in spring
Flash cash like Golden rings
I'm about to show you things y'all ain't even seen before
Cause I ain't ever had no green before
I'll be the ?Leans? George cause my life's a thrill
Deputy thrills spent the year in Beverly Hills
Not in the game but anything that's to say my name
Leave another
to burn in the flame
The spot get hot there's more hot than drop
And I cock the glock mess around rock your knock
Shit has got to stop cause you messing with big shots
Still getting money delivering as zip-lock
You don't know about the street so keep your lips locked
Fore I rob you and find out what this chick got, uh
It be a mystery to Albert Hinchcock
You better start fronting and stick to Hip-Hop (HEAT IT UP)
(Chorus)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo it's plain to see it's not a game to me
So I'd advise you guys not to play with me
I'll scheme the plot with the little green I got
Twenty-six been around the world seen a lot
(Loon)
Scene is hot cause I just copped the six
See me in a club straight thug popped the crisp
Pockets thick see me with a flock of chicks
While you in the background there popping sh
(Shaquille O'Neal)
So I gotsta flip on all your new comers
I've been doin my thing for about twelve summers
So now my crew wonder why I cop two hummers
Got a new number chicks all over my cucumber
(Loon)
It ain't loving me down funny how money can pow
Funny style chicks wanna be in love with me now
All of a sudden got girls rubbing me down
And haters hate it cause me and Shaq are putting it down
(Chorus w/ variations)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
We been kickin it now off and off along time (along time)
But I'm frustrated I still don't know if you love me for me
The interior things yeah
Maybe it's time you start showing me (show me) you know
Gotta show me somethin uh-huh
(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me
(Shaquille O' Neal)
I took my time just to make sure my life was plush
Everything from scratch house built from the ground up
Around my family only loyal friends I trust
To love the right woman I found no need to rush
It's been years since we first met still we debate
I feel ya pain but good things come to those who wait
I'm insecure about a lot about the things I got
And if I share my spotlight you're not ready to plot
One of the main things I don't speed and take my time
But as I want to don't speed and make you mine
It's all about the future now don't wanna cease the past
Plus I know your first mistake might be your last
I know your wondering what's stopping us from getting close
If you look at it like me who benefits the most
It's not conceit it's a fact what I feel is true
Long as you keep it real with me I'll keep it real with you
Show me
(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me
(Shaquille O' Neal)
I want a woman I can love just to call my own
Pass the torture step down from the ballers' throne
Memories from my mother that we all condone
Doesn't matter if it's a mansion or the smallest home
That we live in the high priced cars ain't how you driven
I got to know what part of you don't mind giving
And strictly taking and when we made love you never fake it
Sometimes I think about all the stars who ain't make it
I know it's beautiful to have a few kids of life
And then I think back on what Robert did to Mike
In the beginning it was love every touch was soft
In the end the reign of bob style cut me off
I don't need to go to jail on the wife abuse Mr. Meaner
Or with a reputation like what Ike did to Tina
Plus it's I gotta stay Lord to love miss
Holly Berry and David how can that be justice
(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me
(Shaquille O' Neal)
So when I come through at night at time to keep you warm
I gotta let you know the deal and never lead you on
So work with me cause I've never been here before
And if I move to fast for your liking there's the door
Gotta do what's best for me what you want me to say?
Baby please don't leave you know I want you to stay
I hope that you already know that and even though
I'm in the NBA relationships are not a problem
See me big price pant-less TV chick schist can't trust
I glance up at this time to see the clock on two
I'm out the door but understand it's not a knock on you
So death do us deep like in the mob like when
I take your application are you right for the job
Until the take all the time I need for you to know me
Besides there is a few more things you need to show me
(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me (show me)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me (help me) show-ooh me
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo Trigg
(Trigga)
Yeah, yeah diesel
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Come take this ride with me dog
(Trigga)
Let's flow dog
Diesel, diesel
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Wha-wha-wha-wha
(Trigga)
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, lethal
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Speed baller to Emblem ember shot caller
Natural born athlete, actor with a rap sheet
Contain live parts minority five stars
See me on it g'z at your neighborhood ball park
(Trigga)
Spark explosives an LA way magic doses
?Elopeses? minor league you can't cope kid
We prime slack, twelve 'o' clock news a lot
Half time we gonna dedicate to Biggie & Pac
Eazy just got rocked, forgive me if I forgot
Do believe we mourn till the traffics torn
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Till hip-hop's reborn till the youth is worn
Peace to all setbacks, time the key, fuck rap
(Trigga)
Ahead of the game I'll be better with fame
Displaying one's name, cool legers get cheddar in vain
Nuff to make the sane insane, the tame untame
New rules, new opponents lost is no condolence
And we ain't studying till we stable holding
You holding, you holding, you holding, you holding, you holding
(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss
(Trigga)
Fans claim on the court torch the jam sport
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Millennium leader sip Gataray no trieve-a
(Trigga)
Focus physical soul-matic with the lyrical
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Crack balls with swords leave you in gay form
(Trigga)
Let me find out let me find out
Pressure on you, you yell time out
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Sports illustrated hip-hop affiliated upgraded
Killer rumors are being out-gated
(Trigga)
Giant it's me in my alliance trade Mack for science
(Shaquille O'Neal)
No long shot, chest pass when the balls hot
(Trigga)
Winners ingredients slow it up be obedient
Learning something, close attention might earn you something
Sit on a plane, master the game, life of a cane
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Rock the crowd like a cango, peep the lango
Old nil flow so ill from any angle
(Trigga)
We switch while you throw bricks and air balls
Pay raps for calls, never make it to play-offs
(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Score half a man, tour inner more than a clan
Official fam, protect ya neck, T.W.IsM.
(Trigga)
Shizam generation X ask Flex
We ain't against the law guess it's cause you too tall
Too muscular, too busy with the sizzler
B-boy's can't stand so they hawk us
Send an enemy to stalk us self-destructers
I slam jam bring ruckus get you suckers
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Seven man scissors like the ones I ain't planned
Ball daily, hoops from the roof like Haley
(Twin tower blocks) me, Brian and Fox
(Trigga)
Non-stop am, pm at the Coliseum
Players is timid when we get in its no limit
Flow splendid a fast brakes how we end it
(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss
(Shaquille O'Neal)
(Flow diesel)
Big Dogs don't miss Big Dogs don't miss
Big Dogs don't miss Big Dogs don't miss
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals aiyyo fly like an eagle
(Trigga)
Yo, yo, yo you gotta drop me off at Coney island man
(What?) You gotta take me to Coney Island man
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Nah dog, nah dog we on our way to Jersey the Brick city son
(Trigga)
Y'all I live in Brooklyn man you gotta me to Coney Island man
I can't get on a train from here
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Aight I'll tell you what
Since you lace me in a song
You ain't gotta take the train
I'll send my helicopter to come get you
Aight?
We gonna fly like an eagle
(Trigga)
Aight, aight, aight, aight
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, diesel lethal (need a sequel)
Diesel, diesel lethal (need a sequel)
Diesel (no equals) diesel lethal
Y'all wanna flay ruff?
Huh, that's how I do man, that's how I do, aight
For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM.
(Shaquille O'Neal)
I get deeper then the fire thin
Y'all wanna riot?
It's like a rifle without the firing pin
In the hire wiring in to all my men's
Who retired from the Spiring Inns
Better call your next of kin
They recommend me to wreck men's
Not one or two clips I stretch ten
My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone
And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone
Any criticism take it to the crib for some ism and twist em
I shine like ?pea-fogs? in prison that's T.W.IsM.
Shaq dog the rap dog duck all punks and shatter back boards
Matter-a-fact y'all, I take advantage, I'm taking chances making advances
While you sit, waiting for answers, wha-wha
True ballers see paper like typewriters
The rest think y'all bullet proof like nightrider
(Chorus: Clark Kent)
Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake
I regulate and keep fate cause in they place
Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper
Get it - stretched out
And found taped up
(Sonja Blade)
Spit ya - cause when I pitch .. ya wrist get slit
One hit from my grandma your banana get split
And get this, I display words to slave you herbs
Got them screaming "Sonja Blade you've got a way with words"
It's like I strike again blow you away like kites in the wind
And hard men with my sharp pin
Who rock the spot?
I've done it, you hollering about
Want the war but none of y'all worth the dollar or amount
See chicks want none of this if you do confront it
I peel hundreds while you things only keep one stick it blunted
So y'all gorilla looks I don't fear those
Cause I go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes
So t-knock your z-rocks you can't rap with me
Cause I'm Big-ger than Lez in this +Rap City+
No, see what face, smoke an else to the rose
Sonja Blade choke chicks like Sprewell did coach
(Chorus)
(Clark Kent)
Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake
I regulate and keep fate cause in they place
Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper
Get it - stretched out
And found taped up
(Interlude)
(Shaquille O'Neal & K-Raw)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 tick, tick, tick BOOM
Y'all gon mess with me for the last time
It's a bomb in your speakers
Get your - out RIGHT NOW!
(Shaquille O'Neal)
You could be the one that inflict they defeated they run
Believe me many seen it done from O'Neal
The raw deal draw steel
And we can take it to the street for the sport it's all real
(Sonja Blade)
Uh take the residents from the president
Make his state evidence
For pape's we never hesitant
Red-Rum regiment strictly "Moe D" and "VI"
The "No-T" the take care of "BI"
(K-Raw)
We blade the "GI" resting A-Xin
Deranged the one day thought was about to change
(Sonja Blade)
Roll with those who hold bottles
A whole lot of follows cause they know dough
And think you a role model
(K-Raw)
They wanna give you dumb looks
Lyrical gun books never did one juke
And the crew had one crook
(Sonja Blade)
Son, look before you split the Dutch
I get you touched by everything you kick with the... you bust
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Uh-huh, wha-wha-wha-wha
T.W.IsM., Red-Rum, Clark-world
Big Cuss, "Dirt", Ken Dawg
Wha-wha-wha-wha, Sauce Money
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Peace to hutch
Yeah, blaq supaman (blaq supaman)
Everybody know yeah, yeah
(Shaq supaman)
Future above them all
Barney Rubble (everybody know)
(Shaq supaman) future flex
T.W.IsM. the world is mine (everybody know) all mine
(Shaq supaman) yeah, yeah
Uh (Shaq diesel) yeah (everybody know)
Yeah (Shaq supaman)
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Enter the mind of a rhyme extroadinaire
Opposition crumbles under the wear and tear
I'm slamin emcees like Ric Flair
Chillin in the city where it's sunny but the Mic I don't share
So if you step up like a stair it's guaranteed to get hectic
Cause my style is electric like the chair
Whoever wanna test just STOP!
Before you catch the diamond in the back with the sun roof top
If you come on stage you get got
I think I need to stop droppin roll cause I'm burnin hot
Stay grounded keep my visual pointed to the sky
Lyrical wise keep your eardrums high my CD's you must buy
Sky rocket in pocket and my publishin points and politics
My Benz is straight strugglin, bubblin like about on the moat
Control crowds with the flow melt the Mic like snow to get the dough
(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Timber the room I need space give me mad BOOM
Blowin up the spot like you blow up the bathroom
Like a lady with a bad womb brothers in producin
I got the noose around your neck and I won't loosen
Style biters title gets took like barge fighters
Barney Rubble bomb tracks nobody can come tighter
I came to make meals and came to peel grills
The secret of my style is concealed I still real
You ?overcome? with comics with phonics
And under M-I-C I'm a black belt with the fifth degree
Came to California horney-a didn't know
Got a sack full of rhymes and I'm ready to unload
Fly like an eagle or a superhero
Watchin over the ghetto smashin the gas pedal to the floor
I'm even movin like a world tour
Opportunity not so I kick down the door
(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
(Shaquille O'Neal)
My X-ray vision see right through your skis
You got pinto pockets and Catalac dreams
And no game plan to put the cash in your hand
So ya grab your glock and try to take it from the next man
No doubt the ruckus you took out like shout
With somebody quick on the draw see what you about
I chose to make my fortune from Mic scorchin
Leavin emcees stuck like two dogs in a coarsen
I save the day with eighty ways to slay
All I need is the pad eight pens to pave the way
If you want to pursue then do what you gotta do
And I'll knock your
into two thousand-two
You'll be time travellin throw a bird javelin
Nice, precise think twice before you're battlin (WHY?)
Cause in your city zone I pimp words like pretty Tone
The street corner is no microphone
(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist (everybody know)
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss (Shaq supaman)
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Hahah everybody knows
Shaq supaman everybody know
Shaq supaman uh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah lyricist with actin with styles that don't fit
Yeah everybody knows
Shaq supaman everybody knows
Shaq supaman uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq)
Yo, yo, I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison
Word up, 'cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man
So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother
Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old
Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not
You brought me into the world but you're not my dad
Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad
So we left you with no remorsal pity, took the first bus
From York to Jersey City, women and child alone
Noww that's pressure, mom's got to go to work, drop me off
By Obesa momma, aunt DeDe, whoever aunt Falma, uncle Roy
We stuck together, a year went by and I could walk y'all
Moms got that good ol' job at city hall
She probably didn't trust men anymore
Until Philip Harrison walk though the door
Went out a few times but what about Shaquille
Mom's offered him a million dollar package deal
She said, "You want me, you gotta take my son"
Or else it's like a hot dog but without the bun
Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it
He kept it, he kept it he took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father, 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
January fifth, Phil made a promise, what's that?
He joined the army, we moved to Fort Mamth
He disciplined me right from the get go
Age two bottle and my mom shaquille let go
Actin' spoiled, rotten, trippin'
Got a butt whippin' because I didn't listen
Back then you see privates made no bucks
Had to get another job driven trucks
Workin' hard as hell didn't satisfy him
Had to another job working at the gym
He wasn't gone with the wind like Clark Gable
Work all them jobs to put food on the table
Phil's my father, daddy and that's the scoop
Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops
Come on he, put me under his wing
Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team
Sometimes he even made me mad but it didn't matter
'Cause I still wanted to be like dad but a little bit better
Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters
I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard
Got to watch the knicks, play if I had a good report card
All types, all sorts, disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left, I couldn't do a damn thang
With all them F's, age fifteen father and son confrontation
That's nothin' but father and son trials and tribulation
Back then I could understand but I'm glad you did it
'Cause now I'm a man, he took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
Look at me now successful for sure
Phil raised me well to be an entrepeneur
And if your making big dope be materialistic
'Cause you'll end up another statistic
Everything's going well following my dreams
I dunked on Patrick Ewing, I won the ring like Hakeem
Oh, what do you know? Biological one's on the Ricky Lake show
What does he want, does he want money? What people do for money
It's kinda funny to me, he ain't gettin' no check from me, check it
He can go on all the talk shows he want phil is my dad
So don't even front, he took me from a boy to a man
So Phil is my father 'cause my biological didn't bother
He took me from a boy to a man
I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong
I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter
Have the pin back hands up white flag surrender
What I'm into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar
Guaranteeing the world you can't find nuthin' better so whatever
Bring it the front and put your money by your mouth
Find your teeth and cash coming out
I bring drama to your momma if she want it
You think I'm fronitin' a fruad, Peter tell 'em how I want it
Aiyo Shaq the world is yours but can I get a city
Gritty blocks shitty cops broads with tingo bittys
Hit 50 in the ruckus mutha is I happy
You callin' me fraud but your broad's calling me daddy
While you pumpin' dollar bottles on the floor looking funny
I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid and dirt getting money
Sunny days is made the pain it rains no more
The cash will last from now the guns hits the floor
I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong
Check it, Enrico dope like prescriptions from pharmacys
Injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy
The ill beat seaker
I mystify minds like I'm a preacher
When I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure
You best believe I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve
Expidisouly I get loose like hair weave
Which MC out there wanna come test me
Put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me
I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs
I change my name to Deon
'Cause I'm mutha freaking prime time
I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong
Out the alleys of the ghetto there echoes a voice sweeter
The melon a felon under the first name Peter
Looking out the hour glass what do I see
Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty
I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left
Young gifted and black but yet I'm still marked for death
My breath and oxygen is limited
They did me in with it
They took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it
I live alive to see my seed breath airs
In and exhale but please breath clean air
Runnin' 'round killin' people with sex you flex
spread in the bed ask me dread who's next
I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
(Intro)
(Clark Kent)
Sonja Blade, Shaq Diesel
T.W.IsM. fam uh-huh
That's right uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say what, say what, say what
(Shaquille O'Neal)
All these destinations with split second acceleration
It caps enough time to witness you're gone evaporation
Slash paragraphs that emphasize my emphasis
Abbreviate lyricist the lyrical short hands
I kidnap planes for atmospherical advantage
My lyrical damage the rise for mental mechanics
With the Mic in hand I'm immortal to hu-mans
My diaphragm allows me to kill a whole clan
Verse reversal get your verse reversed
Battle rhymes since fear in mid-air and change course
I've been held captive for scientific attractions
Nuclear rays made my brain radioactive
Knock the world off its axis re-design the atlas
Re-construct the globe with gee-saw geographics
Rhythmical mathematics calculated you to average
More elves than 90 Degree angles and graphics
(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y'all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain't seeing us
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Aiyyo I leave you check form
I respect for when the sex raw inside the Lex four
Which really means I'm not the one
And these Billie Jean chicks kids they not my sons
Tryin to scratch my rips tryin to match my chips
And yo Shaq
. snatched my chips
So my position is to strike with opposition
Y'all wouldn't know pop the kids who always choose not to listen
So
I'm relentless
End it like a seven-day inventiss
Who wanna play against this?
Get rich is senseless ya rather get bent
While I stack cash you cats never spit
It evident I flow predicates flows as evidence
Hittin chicks yelling they celebrant for the hell of it
In the chest is where the metal went
Never delicate is how I'm tellin it
So anything else is irrelevant, the what
(Hook w/ variations)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y'all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain't seeing us
(Sonja Blade)
Aiyyo I go to war and break Mics
From daylight to late night
And blades strike just like a snakebite
Kiss the venom is toxic
Call me clumsy cause I always drop
.
Don't have to lick slugs at men
I spit rays as like Pac in "Above the Rim"
I'm above him or her, Jim or Gin, the fur
And Tim's, the tennis skirts forelimbs to mini firms
And if I spit first you get it worst
Get a nurse or leave in a tenant Hurst
Suit yourself it's hot
.. towards boots to melt
It's murder either way so shoot yourself
Let me know you want war yes or no?
My crew link like exinal a chick with a lot of testicles
Especially those freshly clothed
So please don't test me hoes
I guess these flows got you beating your Johnson
Eating a Swanson and wishing for my death like Charles Bronson
(Hook)
(Clark Kent)
Aiyyo you rap cats better sit back and relax
We getting stacks while the rest of you cats getting attacked
By the fever y'all bad you wanna be with us
Leaving players with 20-20 they ain't seeing us
(Outro)
(Clark Kent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
What, this is how we do
Uh, yeah mop crew
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shaq diesel, T.W.IsM. fam
Sonja Blade word from
Clockworld, Supaman
Yeah, hahahahahahah
You know, we know
Uh-huh, yeah from now until whenever
How we get down, Big 'cause
featuring Notorious B.I.G.
Verse One: Shaquille O'Neal
You can't stop it block it when I drop it
anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
You ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena
I look into your mind and I see your shook demeanor
In your eyes why are you suprised
no matter how you try I'm fly as eliquie
The new edition is this the end of your last night
in the day time you couldn't see me with a flashlight,
I crash flights on sights of my enemies,
I'm comin through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity,
why they actin fakin jacks, you're not a friend of me,
I peeped your card, you're not as hard as you pretend to be,
who wanna spark it, with the chocolate macademian,
hand clean to the cranium,
you know the name, Shaq aim to maintain,
money on the brain, can't stop the reign
Chours:
You can't stop the reign,
when it starts to fall,
there's no one else to blame,
you can't unlock that door,
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
It's knee-deep with killers, about million-dollar figures,
blessin' ------ that act legends, and vigers,
cream lizards, cream coochies, I do my duty
as long as they fly as me, and high as me,
success of my circle, try to break it, I'll hurt you,
ain't no gettin out that, I doubt that,
we want the exotic, erotic ladies,
not them toxic ladies, that burn I lot,
I learned alot, from chunkies to ruffians,
from being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin,
listen, had to change my position,
from wanting to be large to head ------ in charge,
my garage, call it Selo, 4-5's and 6's, honeys by the mixes,
if it ain't broke don't fix it,
smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino,
Size like a sumo, franc wad numero uno,
Chours
Verse Three
Shaquille O'Neal:
7-0, towerin inferno,
invincible smooth individual,
who wanna test it, forgein or domestic,
no matter where you're from, I'm not the one you wanna mess wit',
original with this style, livin lavish,
private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris,
I'm not the average, I'm far from the norm,
It's Daddy Long, keepin' it warm, hitting them strong,
Notorious B.I.G.:
A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women,
bringin in to G-minumums to condos with elevators in them,
vehicles with telivision's in them,
watch they entoruage turn your's to just mirages,
disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs,
killers be sureal, Copperfeild material,
my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it,
any place I visit I got land there,
how can players stand there and say I sound like them,
hello,
push wigs and back and push six coup's that's yellow,
bust clips to expand some hand to elbow,
spray up your days in, any teller you win,
crack? to? is how I may be drivin,
? of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon,
I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die,
put that on my diamond bezil,
you're messin with the Devil,
why,
