"Right about now in the place with the bass,
smack, kick, push, pull at your face"
Screwball (Are you ready?)
Screwball (I don't believe youre ready for this one)
Screwball (Are you ready?)
Screwball (We...we gon' get on down now)
[Chours:]
You know we keep it gangsta (We love that shit)
Kill a nigga for free, yo nigga (Thug that shit)
Don't let the weed just sit there (Smoke that shit)
Don't let the gat get dusty nigga (Tote that shit)
You know we keep it gangsta (We love that shit)
Kill a nigga for free, because we (Thug that shit)
Don't let the weed just sit there (Smoke that shit)
Don't let the gat get dusty nigga (Tote that shit)
Motherfucker, I came to get mine
I when its ready, have that money on time
Or out comes my nine, put it to your mind
and blow that shit, on some real Poet shit
My clique be G.I. Joe and shit
Big guns and army pants
That where I spit my advance
so y'all niggas ain't got a chance
Fuck who's the nicest,
I got semi-automatic devices, to handle all crisis's
and while I'm at it nigga show me where that ice is
And don't forget you life is priceless
'Cuz I don't give a fuck about you
Smack the shit out'choo
And look at'cha crew like what'cha gonna do
I'm not your average rapper, I damage rappers
Black, white or spanish rappers
I don't descriminate, I just eliminate
Runnin with real motherfuckers that you know is tryin split a cake
[Chorus]
Jump out the Cadillac toting the mack, wavin a school flag
Throwin up the S with suit and doo-rag
Keep it ghetto, these Screwball niggas keep it wild and mello
Don't make us sneak up on you with that cold piece of metal
And push your wig down to the gas pedal, thats settled
We QB rebels we attack on all levels
We'll decrease ya red blood cells if all else fails
Chop up your body send ya frame through the mail
Now where that tank when you still tote gats that ancient
Went from juvenile to a dope delinquent
We thugged up, stay up in a low hold drugged up
School ballers actin out of order get slugged up
I love twisting phillies, love gettin drunk silly
Love gettin pussy, love gettin richer than Willie
I detest y'all, fuck the police they just arrest y'all
Fuck the mayor, fuck his wife, and his desk job
[Chorus]
Fist balled up, teeth jagged edged bald heads, spark you
Don't be surprised if I pop duke
Discombobulate, now this is hard to take?
Set it then, if you do you'll regret it to the end
Your destiny's in my hands motherfucker
Didn't studder, utter, or mutter
You're heart thudded Kool-Aid
?This blue raid? adversary shook
I'm ready like a book waitin to be read
My dogs waitin to be fed
My stem is waitin to see dead
Stomach full of tape worms hungry as fuck
Screwball push 'em up, push 'em up
Southeast big skinned it, power moves unlimited
Universal, rhymes been past curfew
Our men will hurt you, lay you in dirt too
Flame thrower, extraordinary fame holders
Same chick on the same shoulder
Same clip til his brains blow up
Screwball, the name's heard of
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
Yo, Infamous Mobb on they job, 41st side originators
Smacking fake players, struggling to cop gators
Fronting with, ice grill metal down off the impost
You know the deal, NYC official battlefield
[Unverified] up on death, can't hear your squad is effused to heal
Permanently scarred, niggas from here to hill
Non-religious, who with the gods, yes you know I bill you
Their standpoint, keep an open mind like a dime shorty
My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tainted aspects
Yell timber, you getting chopped by my gortex
Dissect, tap ya [unverified] plus your chicken, we ripping
Ship from NY to North Click, lotto pick
Budweiser make you piss, scared to death
On your own self, the Infamous
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
Now it's verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use
To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese
KL's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce
Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum
Impregnating the track to make it fatter than it was
Giving life to ideas, through the verse is what it does
We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress
We roll a squad deep on the Kawasaki horses
Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all niggas trying to toss us
We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is
We live for this shit, ain't trying to take no loses
Accumulating too much cream for you to touch
Fucking welcome to my clutches
Wipe the blood up off my chucka's
From the ruckus, you gone and your crew still love us
Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
I'm working with jewels, cars, chicken clits, paying rent
Morg presidents running wild, stacking in piles
Onyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound
Yo 'Mega, lets cop this brick and let the Mobb supply the town
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
Begotti rims on a Yukon Denali, jewels on my body
The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody
Where my ice is glitter, my nine'll fucking terminate
You ghetto license nigga
I know you heard about my gold chain choking me
Cocaine provoking me, boo from Peru with my llelo in her ovary
Y'all niggas front, I rule in the hood
My sons in the hood, I rock my jewels in the hood
Got guns in the hood for making moves in the hood
Hit is on, there's another funeral in the hood
You know the deal, test me, get hit directly
This little nigga pack big heat like Joe Pesci
Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me
My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me
My niggas at the corner stores hustling, go for yours
Life's a bitch and I'm gonna run up in it raw, nigga
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures it's my life, no exceptions
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures you got one life, no exceptions
Now who ran guns with Bounty, did a joint with Rakim
A song with Mariah that had the whole world poppin'
Who that be the R-A-Double P-E-R
Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the E.R.
Now I'm rockin' jams with the Screwball fam
They connected so thick, with them men
In submission you know who [unverified]
Screwball and the Mobb so sick
We repin' QB son, they wouldn't understand it
We roll so thick that niggas get Noyd
Niggas don't want it 'cuz Noyd bring noise
No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me
They tried, I pulled out and popped three
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures it's my life, no exceptions
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures you got one life, no exceptions
Hey yo light the blunts up, cook the coke up
One Times out, so what motherfucker I'm tryin' to blow up
And when they show up I put the cracks in the stash
The gats in the grass, when they roll I just blast
With no problem bumpin' Primo, to niggas we know
You try, you die like Peschi in Casino
No exceptions to the rule, the Ball to the Screw
Go back like check one two
Street gang to the rap game
Worldwide thang, thug style niggas feel the pain
Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain
Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions
Im'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human shield
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill
Is it real, I'm cryin' blunt retaliation
Follow [unveried] for your information
4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-dun
Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol
But you never blast a missile, ship your baguette pistol
Gettin' scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed
With no exception
Yo, the streets baptized me to money and war
Gettin' yours is a law that we never ignore
We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-four
We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking
Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking
The hoods rotten, we see the [unverified] from the crabs plottin'
The sneak kill, sabotage our deal
But we overlook it, 'cuz our environment is crooked
And hard to finger who the D's got as a singer
Spillin' the beans on the dealers and the fiends
So I move separate and conversate with the connections
On the low key, gettin' this money with no exceptions
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures it's my life, no exceptions
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make survival's at stake
We under pressure still we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures you got one life, no exceptions
Yeah that's right we all Screwball up in here
No exceptions baby, my team go to any extreme to get the weight up
Streets don't stop, streets don't stop, no exceptions
Gotta get it, gotta get it all in it to win it, y'all heard
Ayo, Auxiliary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars
Why's my chain so big with no job?
Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
Ain't it funny how the innocent change?
Used to be kinda quiet
A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
Until the shit expired
Learned to drive at age twenty-five
See I used to catch cabs
Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
Do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything to to have
Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
I got signed with no rhymes wrote
Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free
So y'all could know my shit
Know my zip, 11101
Pretend thug niggas own one gun
Bust shots and don't run
Late nights the police don't come
And if you still don't know where I'm from
10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)
The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
(Organized crime)
Livin' life on the edge way back
Now I get money and stay black
Some find it funny, others hate that
Reason why the angers developed
Put a shell up in the chamber
Let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote
Bassheads numbed off coke
A rib got broke, police slid
Yo, yo, you see what they did?
A lot of money to be made, now they raid the spot
Niggas engagin' to pop shots, aimin' to drop cops
The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses
There's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures
The Bridge blossoms with gossip
Chicks who cock suck, niggas who hardly wash up
And they light as paper weight
I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition
Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen
Regardless of the district we ballin' on a mission
At any given moment I destroy competition
10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)
The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
(Organized crime)
Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourteenth will put the chamber
To their brain and bang 'em, you violatin' Q.B. had to lay 'em
I'll serve you if you onto that, hit 'em up with all of that
Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to that
Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that
It's 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at?
The truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skirt
Take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts me
You wanna know who's Donnin' these hoes? Just ask me
The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty
Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the table
Look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel
Love thy neighbor, we can live in the World
That's your Man Fifty Grand till he fucks your Girl
Now it's all out war over that Whore
Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before
10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)
The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
What what what what
Yeah yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas
Transform transform
[Poet]
Yo, I'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas
Screwball empire, Poet spit fire (Fire)
Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver
My family's Hydra, but we smoke HY-DRO
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust
Severly touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat
Represent Vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[Hostyle]
Man, I brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, Screwball blasts the raw facts
And its long lastin, yeah
A lot of crews are soft like puddy
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck
Wanna give props to Mercy for your ??? drops
Set it on my man Phil, then my eyes get chinky
Here's kinky, then I'm ghost like blinky
I'm PacMan, lyrics thats written by a mad man
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when I write 'em
Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah
[Chorus: Screwball and Capone]
(Do what?) Pushin' weight back (Nigga we'll win)
(What, what) clack clack clack clack (Screwball)
(We're the illest) Can you dig that? (I can dig that)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (Take it there)
I wanna hurt something (Nigga we'll win) I wanna hurt something
Don't make me do something (We're the illest) (What)
Pull the curtains on 'em (Yeah yeah yeah)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians
[Capone]
Yo, understand this I aim rich, aim stainless steel
Aim at the beast when the game get real
Yo, them corna's I been played, got schooled by fame
Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens
QB is like the villian'est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps
and whores
From a blimp I glimpse at the raws
Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin
To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home?
Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me
Pop the bubbly y'all, salute the reign of QB (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Kyron]
Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality
Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be
I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you
Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you
I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin
We hangin in the club just to bag som'thin
Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som'thin
So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som'thin
You don't hustle around, you wouldn't mind time
Bitch you ain't a dime, if you ain't improvin mine
Who y'all, I see through y'all
Fuckin with Kyron, you fuckin Screwball
We do some ugly shit to y'all
[Chorus]
The reign of QB (Salute this shit)
Screwball (Screwball nigga)
Capone 'n' Noreaga
Thugged out (Thugged out)
Kno'imsayin? (Hear me?)
Y'all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin
Kno'imsayin?
If you see a devil, smash him
[Keron]
Yeah, Screwball shit, yeah-yeah-yeah, Keron yo
Little something for that snake ass, slimy ass, devil ass
motherfucker out there. Listen to this and suck on it bitch
Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeah
check-check-check-check it out, yo
Ay-yo Who shot Rudy? in broad daylight for cash
I woke up this morning and hear the newsflash
They said it happened down at City Hall
He had his wife with'im from the crowd made him fall
It was chaos and pandomonium blood covered up the podium
Covered his face, and wouldn't show me him
I had to see if it was true
Secret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue
Scatterin, like rats and ants, with the lights on
Man hunt the suspect all night long
Interupted episodes, every channel show
Barracaded the city and blocked every road
Jakes in riot gear, blacks smilin it is
Reporters cryin out in the street, ?"It ain't Rudy!"?
He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated out
Commisioner live on channel 5 when they announced his death
Wifey was stressed, she was right there
She stated: it was like a nightmare
One-time, was combing the streets, had the whole force on the beat
Flyin in cars and on feet
The D's came through stompin
Ghetto birds had the projects lookin like Compton with marksmen
With dirty thirties out the window
I'm in my room smokin boom, playin Nintendo, high off the indo
Who shot Rudy?
[Chorus]
From courthouse to your house
Rich house to poor house
QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island
BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro
The news final, yo, who shot Rudy?
[repeat]
[Keron]
They speculated it was mob related
Every wise guy with mafia ties, interrogated for lies
Every king and yeta, had the linguistics
Snatchin they gats for ballistics and expert statistics
were drawn out, gang unit was all worn out
Investigatin his body and everybody else
Whoever gave threats, made bets or wages
Cash donators from the campaign stages
Cab drivers and frank vendors who protested
Were roughed up like Abner, gettin broom molested
Sharp lawyer suit-breasted, double-breasted reporters
Was mobbin daughters and other mourners
Pushin cameras away, blockin the sights
Had the riot squad at Washington Heights
Kennedy Airport, stoppin flights, niggaz was tight
Cause the couldn't sell a dime all night, but that was alright
The devil died and nobody cried
They was real like some Jews celebratin when the pharaohe got killed
Glasses of Henny were spilled and we got twisted
Smokin blunts on the corner like we used to cause we lived it
Knowin he was gone for good ???, it got me thinkin
Ay-yo, where the fuck Dinkens?
And Harlem World, Shaolin to Brownsville
Did Sharpton and Farrakhan make the shit real?
Was it Khalel? you know he keep mad steel
Did the Bloods or the Crips smoke Rudy on the hill
[Raekwon - Scratched my Primo:] "Basically over, basically over, basically over"
The games over, feds took your Range Rover
Your man snitched and your girl's screaming "I told ya"
About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having
Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they back-stabbing
Laughing, talkin 'bout all ya business
How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with
How many guns you got, and where you go to cop
You shoulda seen me coming down the block
You was gettin hot, but you didn't give a fuck
You make a G in a day and spend it up
In a black Benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up
Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up
[?]Daddy Warbuck? style
[Chours: x2]
I watched niggas rise, I watched niggas fall down (Fall down)
I seen it all, it went down in my town (Where, where?)
Called Queensbridge, where the fugitives live
Where some rap kids (Rap kids) can turn to big wigs (Big wigs)
My niggas rollin dice and fled
Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head
Now there's a price on his head
For pullin out on Lil Bro
Flashin his heat, he askin for beef
Conference call, ready to brawl
Caught him on a Blaz'a
He breathing hard like he got asthma
Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster
Last to the gramma I spit
Told him "Fuck you and whoever you get"
He's like "Whatever kid"
Fourteen days later
Whole team made they way to my block
Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked
Like they runnin the spot
Im'a load one bullet for all of y'all
You saw it on my face, war ready
I'm callin the pace, its gettin more steady
Don't bite what you can't chew
Dumb little niggas like "That aint'choo"
Yo, recognize what it coulda came to
Put a whole in you, just like a navel
[Chorus]
Now keeps your eyes on
Screwball, these rap dons, QB icons
Play the project with a firearm
Fully loaded, I keep a razor thats coroded
I'll slash you with it, 'cuz every rhyme is crime committed
Speak it 'cuz I did it before, I got on
I [?]dub[?] niggas moms up til they first born
Til they only child, you pull car you'll get a wild
One, I'm at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son
A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed
Broke bread off this game and I held my head
You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales
New guns thats watched the game, clientale
Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells
From this mic to the street life, we doin this right
See we swore to these streets to vibe
And draw heat, fuck a peace sign
A waste of time, respect my nine
[Chorus]
What'choo thought
Screw holdin down th fort
Primo on the track
What'chall want now
Its like dat
Yo, yo dun, whattup, baby?
What's the deal son?
Ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night
That shit is crazy right?
For real, son, shorty was like Sixteen
Police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit
What the fuck is wrong with niggas man?
You seen them niggas dun? Them niggas crazy
Shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man
Word, it's aight though son, we survivors in this game
Screwball with the Mobb, times is hard on everybody boulevard
That's my word, I'm mothafuckin' stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
'Cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
What's worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Before I gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
'Cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead
(That's word)
Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive but I ain't livin', I'm leakin'
I made my bed and I'm'a lay in it
But I ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin' shit
I should've stayed in school but that's a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., that's like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin', niggas listen
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
Yo, all I know is guns, all I do is slug
I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub Fourth
Stay gettin' those outside of New York
Bullets from the cornerstore, I'm bringin' home a arsen
Interstate 95 North to the Jackie Robinson
Watch out for D's in Caprices in Tauruses
Security guards mistaken as cops, mad nervous
Back at home sell a few burners
Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin Fifths
380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga P is sick, I need a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My niggas is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them niggas on the night shift pumpin'
The heat is on nigga
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
The H E A T makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Just got off the jack with my son thats up north
Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off
'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets
With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man
We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up
But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up
Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong
Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone
I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-shon
Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythons
I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip on
Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat
They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat
I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit
Yo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yo
These niggas stay sleep
Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked?
Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home and
When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dome
He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four four
We pushed our way in, we wasnt playin
Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M.
Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatima
[Chorus: Prince AD]
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock?
P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit
Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin off and more drive
?Diggy with the seats sung?
half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin
Clouds of smoke, yo this lifes no joke
We from QB son, we ain't tryin to be broke
We makin moves to where the money's at, get it up and bring it back
New cats the boogie OT knew how to work it
Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked it
Bad habits, livin lavish, rockin front and cabbage
Tyrin to follow the leader, but paul paid for peter
The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat up
I'm from NY, city slicker, beat'choo with the G quicker
Business so well I'll have your towns clientelle
Kyron but me on through the cell, my OT
Get that brick money son, I'll meet you back in QB
See we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat off
Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat off
See we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plate
And keep our name low key on this New York state
You know how ?rule? quiet is kept, lets get this money fool
[Hook 1:]
You can find me (Yeah)
Blowing mad trees (What)
Screamin Screw B (What what what)0
All day (Screwball motherfuckers)
Little mami's (What what)
Countin my money
About to have this orgy
Screwball don't play (Yeah, Screwball don't play motherfuckers)
[Hook 2:]
Jump offs on my nuts like ?clothes?
But Im'a QB hustler, I don't love you hoes
Jump offs on my nuts like ?clothes?
But Im'a QB hustler, I don't love you hoes
Yeah, get the two G pimp shit
Cane and limp shit, lobster and shrimp shit
Mariott, five banging bitches on some big shit
Piggity, he got the card key, KL got the Bacardi
Hostyle in the room he already got it poppin
Gettin head from two bitches
They heard the door but they ain't stoppin
Smacked the bitches with a bag of phillies
Hoes you heard me knockin
I proceed to unbutton my shit, and light my L
Shorty with the thong as fat as hell
Now check the stiggity, jump offs get jack shiggity
Big black Piggity totin' the mack miggity
Bitch you must be kiddin me
All you gon' get is some big fat diggity
All up in ya big black viggity
Unitl you feel that shit up in yo' kidney
Rippin it, like I'm Jack the rip-riggity
[Hook 3:]
Aiyyo, we zoned out, in New York we boned out
Without throwin out, you hlodin out (No doubt)
We goin out (How we go out?)
The cash route, the weed ain't free but the pussy on the house
[Hook 1: with Variations in background]
If I say jump chick you ask "How high?"
'Cuz I can meet a senorita on the prowl or not
Its foul, but take a lie
Every kiss is like medicine to hear you whine
I'm pullin off with benjamins
Don't be dancin on the brass bed
Anotha bumb in the closet
or are you stitchin with a fat head
I can't front though, trump tight, rump was right yo
??? gave me clostrophobia from this tight hole
Blowin up the taste buds with milk duds
Flinchin like a snitch when my dick does
You know you was, two chicks on my dick
Two birds with one stone
And a love song with ???
Straight up, my man's telling me
[Hook 3]
[Hook 1: with variations]
We got the 'dro and the henny low
Bunch'a freaks lettin go
In the limo jettin on the grand centro'
Tryin to guess the plane, gettin brain
Its all in the game
Screwball, we entertain niggas
Same niggas, thugged out with the hoes
So we could all jump off, bag somemo' at the next show
Honies love my stee-lo, I dig egos
Any dick up on the first night, feed 'em forced info
Then breeze on 'em yo
We pumpin rap at'choo
while the camcorder captured me going at'cha
Been hard since I came up to ya job to snatch ya
Now my jism out, the henny gonna put the ism out
Anybody got a nut? (Yeah yeah)
Put those bitches out
[Hook 3]
[Hook 1]
Yeah, mic check, turn my fucking mic up
Yo this hip hop to the fullest M.O.P (Yeah)
Screwball NONSTOP
[Billy Danze]
I'm not very conversational
So whenever I'm facing you
With my intensions is erasing you
I'm lacing you splatter your whole shit
We interview the whole clique
Bitch Brooklyn is out control with "Torture"
Live nigga rap get clap
Martial Art me spray paint your body with hot words
From M-1's, AK's, Macks, Techs and Uzzies
M.O.P to Screw B Brooknam to QB
[Chorus]
Bringing the gats
Kill'em with clap
Slugs fill'em with that
Drugs dealing with cats "Torture"
Cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around it will cost you
Boss Man is Torture
[Lil Fame]
This is this is torture
Knock your head right the fuck off ya
Guns N Roses huh
Whole spit huh
Don't spit huh
Fourth fifth is "Torture"
Nigggas getting shot up
Niggaz getting sliced up
Aint nothing nice what what
From the QB borough to the borough of Brooklyn
Uptown Manhattan Dirty Bronx and Staten
Niggaz stay gun packing and stupid acting
9's and Mack 10's loaded up for action "Torture"
I don't give a fuck getting Henny up
Kicking that thug shit yall niggaz can't fuck with
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
My shit is ghetto average
Fuck living laborious
Fuck me around put it down on some savage shit
I ain't having it when ever my automatic spit
Tragic hit those shall have the cabbage split "Torture"
Man I'll smack the glock off yah choke you white out
My bombs holding the arms now is night out
My life is clef note cleverly written by skilled hand
The way I rhyme slay my rhymes a kill a man is "Torture"
... Slugs, by the hand full put you in a land field
Amityville show you how the heads get stealed
Camel fields I battle lay him on his face
In the gravel stomping the place in the shadow "Torture"
[Lil Fame]
Check what the gun do
Put a whole pack in you one two
Pop slugs and hot thugs will rock mugs
Gun smokes steam from his clothes ehwn he got mugged yo
[Cormega]
Yo, loyalty is worht more than wealth
In a world where niggas be all for self
I got friends who never call til they want help
Beg me to show love I don't recieve from them
And hurt me, cuz I'll bleed for them
But is it worth me risking being free for them
I got a lot more to lose and thoughts a lot more secluded
Yours a lot more polluted, what should I do man?
Bitches clockin my dick like the blue van
My nigga Blue Pad, I see he was one of my true man
The same nigga life I saved
Defy my name ???
Niggas, unrighteous ways
You up they wanna stop you
Down they talk about you, even ya friends'll rob you (Ya heard?)
You think I'm lyin' ask Rich Porter mom duke
This shit is real, uhh...
Give me a bitch thats faithful or a friend who won't snake you
and loyalty unlike my previous label
And all my niggas on the run be careful
The cops don't know ya secret but'cha MAN DO (Ya heard?)
Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga
Thats the reason I wasn't with The Firm nigga
All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga
Somethin that a lotta snakes don't deserve nigga
Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga
Why I wasn't with The Firm nigga
All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga
It's Loyalty
[KL]
I thought I seen it all with friendship and money
Dealin with fiends gettin head from the same honey
My old man, a mutual friend tried to capitalize
Sabotage the enterprise, STUPID
He almost fucked us up
We on same page, same stage, same shine
Feelings I've been holdin back speakin my mind
I helped feed ya kids, woulda bust my nine
Protected my life, woulda sacrificed mine
Help you down on stage when you fucked up ya rhymes
Cuz you was too bent up to remember ya lines
But you really hurt our hearts the most cuz you was close
Stabbed us in the back over bullshit contracts
Befriend me befriend us, now you disliked
Caught up in ya own hype, feelin ya own snake bite
I don't plan on dissin you in interviews
You taught me a lesson, I learned ???
Thats why we named this album Screwball Loyalty
[Kyron]
What'cha'll niggas know about going out for the fam
You got beef, I got beef, yo understand?
Loyalty, what it means to me
Blood sweat and tears
Niggas you thugged with, bugged with for years
One love all my duns bust one slug
Screwball I'm still loyal to you while you up above
I'm still reppin' I'm still wylin' I'm still raw to the floor
Like my niggas on the Island
And all you fake niggas, snake niggas get the fuck outta here
'Fore the shotty hit ya face nigga
I'm the same nigga, insane nigga
Screwball we came to regulate the game nigga
Fuck everybody else we goin' for delf
Married to the game in sickness and in health
Real niggas roll with my family
[KL]
Yo, here we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all, yeah y'all
That new Screw shit y'all
This is what y'all been worrying right? Uh-huh
This is that new Screw shit right here
[Poet]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix
Back up, I'm 'bout to wage out
I'm 'bout to pull my shit
Clit a spip out
Y'all niggaz don't know nothing about
The dangerous routes
The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke
The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top
And still survive the bust shots
Spit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames
'Shit's not a game
I'm flowin' like a hurricane
I come through you town and let murder rain
Acid from the planes
When it's time to bang I bang out
I'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains out
Creep up on you were you love to hang out
Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out
[Chorus: x2]
Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta
Gats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangsta
Though cats; grillin' em
Bad bitches fillin' em
Thuns keep it real with em
Bitch niggas; killin' them
[Matrix Bars]
We live life like niggaz who can die any day
But you forget it's heaven, but we lie anyway
Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday
We spark three Scotts, my climb all day
My light in all directions, move in all ways
I travel like smoke that creep through hallways
Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices
My gage just die from lack of
How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D?
Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleat
But then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as me
Pull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freeze
Let 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his knee
Have his team and cops come gunning for me
Have gat men coming; have 'em running from me
Where them missiles come from?
From Matrix B, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[KL]
Ay yo, I'm low key
What the fuck you look like tryin' approach me?
Put your brains out on the ground with the debris
I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze
We don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas
I'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick
I'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did
I'm that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with
New gel like hair grease
Just leave it on a small piece
But the picture's bigger than you
I'm living from Screw, Lou!
Open the gates 'cuz I'm sending 'em through
I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash
All you over night thug niggaz just won't last
Got enough thuns and gun that'll come and blast
We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom
Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'em
Fuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: KL]
Yeah, yeah...you know, you know
Did about some game shit right?
Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball
Yeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo'
'Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right here
And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off
We ain't slowing nothing down
We gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga
'Bout to make the game hard
And next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jaw
Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah
One album, Screw some shit
Y'all ain't ready for this type of shit yet
Shot niggaz down
FUCK a major label...eat a dick
[Poet]
Now how should I start this first let me explain
Straight up drama since I bumrushed this game
Now I been doing this since a little rugrat
Representin QB, where my fuckin duns at?
Thats where I bug at, thats where I love at
Used to be small time then I got mad stacks
But lets rewind the hands of time
Back when I first laced the wax with rhymes
It was eighty sa'en, I was a crazy sa'en
Niggas tried to diss the Bridge I came bustin'
Even quoted Doug E Fresh sayin we was nothin'
You don't believe that, you know I called his bluffin'
Made 'em go buy a click and put 'em on patrol
You know P-O-E-T stayed in war mode
My gats stayed unlocked ready to unload
Loungin' waitin for the drama to unfold
But luckily we never had to go there
Lucky for them cuz I'm a nigga that don't care
But what did I get out of it? jack shit
Cuz I ain't the one to be on niggas dicks
Runnin around sweatin, put me on
Fuck that, I hit the block and popped til dawn
I was sick of the fake niggas selling they fake dreams
No time for that my niggas gotta make cream
Extorsion crew hits the block thoroughly
Merrily, merrily gettin bent up everyday
Makin money, takin losses
Beef with the nieghborhood wannabe bosses
Everybody gotta eat, heads bounce to the beat
Niggas is politicin on the hill twenty deep
Next thing you know I'm back in the studio
I could'nt help it, I had to let my guns blow
PHD hits the scenery real heads in the industry remember me
I was flippin (flippin flippin) over them ???
Stuck in quicksand on bullshit in tough city
It didn't work out, niggas had to brake out
Take they own route fuck it no doubt
The streets was callin me I wasn't far away
Lets Get It On like motherfuckin Marvin Gaye
Been there done that still ain't finish spittin yet
Back on the set cuz there was money to get
My team, army green, on the scene doing my thing
Thats where I first queen yo I gotta blow up
At that moment I noticed mad niggas askin me
"Yo what happened Poet?"
I'll be back like Swarzeneggar, Terminator
But now, all I wanna do is get my wieght up
My man blessed me while I was already bubblin
He didn't dress me I had his money on the double dun
I did my thing for a long while
I sold shit like it was going outta style while I was on trial
Anyhow, shit got foul
It all flipped I owe dough by the thou
But I can get it back and make it all good
I do my thing blessin niggas bricks in the hood
I had it going, fuckin blowin I didn't know then
Somebody close would snitch if they had to go in
But thats how it goes you win some you lose some
All I gotta do is tighten up my screw son
And crack that henny open and bust that bottle
You niggas stay tuned more shit comes tomorrow
Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck
And those who wanna know about P-O check my flow
Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck
And those who wanna know about P-O (check my flow)
Yeah, QB's Finest
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke
Pull a leaf off a tree
Flip it over nothing innocent though
City split it over to me
Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
It's real or more a day
Plenty of ways to die
Plenty of ways to survive
Plenty of ways gettin' high
Straight sip the innocent kind
And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets
Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets
Government badges and colored stripe brackets
G's sittin' pretty like cash and [???]
Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala
Swaying in and out, above and beyond
The humidity, really got me jittery
Cold like a barrel of ice
Dark shadows of life
I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto
What son say, you still know
I catch a chill flowing through my temple
It's real simple
Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!
[Chorus]
For the thuns, each one to each one son
Street life is all I know
Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you
Warfare is when you go
For the cash 'cuz I reach for them... reach for them
Street life is all I know
Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
Warfare is when you go
[Hostyle]
Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa?
No masa; tu eres no problema
¿Cliente hah?
Drama with dada is dangerous
Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch
Deranged ain't enough
Gunpowder laying on my cuff
Call my bluff
The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round
The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds
Of hard knock, bar locked gates
These are the brakes
Family ties without a trace
Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke
Premeditated plans later dated
Haters waited with iron plated heat
Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory
So...keep countin' dollars
Keep mine moving scholars of rap
With a lot of gats; holla' back!
[Chorus]
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin
Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue
Guess you understand the risk you take
Dissed you on your forehead snake
More dead weight
Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs
Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin'
Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law
Gun firing; wall to wall
[???] closed from burn holes
Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
'Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled
From reasons of livin'
The breath I'm givin'
All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby!
[Poet]
What?
Screwball
First Blood
When I die bury me
Hang my balls from a cherry tree...
Aiyyo, fuck everybody and everything
I'm puttin my balls on the table while you swingin ya ding-a-ling
I'm here to take back whats mines, I sold dimes
On the block ?evading? the cops, opened outta town spots
Meanwhile, otha niggas slipped in through the back door
Now them niggas swear that they raps raw
I'm not feelin 'em, my rap style killin 'em
From the eighties to the millenium
Ask about Poet, niggas say "Yeah, I remember him"
Black hoody, army pants, stay wearin Timberland
QB OT, regulate thoroughly
The only one who represented heavenly
Had a whole borough ready to bury me
Yeah, you remember that, if you don't you was on Similac
[Kyron]
Now you trapped up in a cipher with wild wolves that need to eat
I chew ya dogs up and spit out they white meat, son
I'm having visions of ya ending and its not sweet
It's gettin crucial, dead you and the niggas that produce you
Yeah its conflict with the Screw
Confined in the industry, but now I'm speacking to a few
Individuals, now you fell I'm talking to you
Go ahead, press the issue, I'm QB official
Screwball authorized spit anotha one to prove its organized
Check the archives, we copped pies
Got true street ties, ninety nine wise guys
Feel for the state, hit 'em right between the eyes, what?
[Chorus: Poet]
Now its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs
Dirt thugs, Screwball the worst thugs
First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y'all
Blew y'all back to the wall, and gave it to y'all
Now its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs
Dirt thugs, Screwball the worst thugs
First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y'all
Blew y'all back to the wall, and gave it to y'all
[KL]
Yo, hey yo, yo
I told you don't fuck with me I got Jedi
Mind control with two nines with red eye
Aiming at'cha ?chedda?
Gettin off the bourbon rockin the turbin
Swervin ??? eating cats in slow-mo
Like Higher Learning, feel a burning
World turnin indeed
So one day they gonna have to hand it to me
'Cuz I'm a legacy
Flesh and bone chewin, livin
When a nigga take my kindness for weakness aside givin
[Hostyle]
Hey yo, yo
Yo Screw, we got some drama to attend to
Watch me bend you to a pretzel (Man, saayyzzz who?)
Hostyle 'bout bless you, anger I ventilate
With a banger I penetrate deep in your flesh meat
I'm foul with this, street analysis
Need to politic every twenty four
More money, money mo'
One mans poison is anotha mans sweetness
Striking at ya weakness, knowin all your secrets
Are you ready (Yeah yeah)
Are you ready for this (Uh huh)
Ok...
Kyron
Screw-ball
[Kyron]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
While I was creepin, you and him was sleepin up in my bed
'Til I caught you red handed, cocked back the lead
And let'choo have it, gave you a life, livin lavish
Took your hand in marriage, have me spend up all my cabbage
On your trick ass, ??? and Mister Kick Ass
Lettin is blast, your blood splattered over the brass
Ran and threw up, can't believe I bucked you up
Coulda thrown money out and just fucked you up
And threw your clothes out, put'choo in the yo', ?chap your nose out?
You had to fuck a bug like that, with all these hoes out
But I was wide oped off you
Whoever thought I'd be fabricatin lies to get up out the precinct
Kickin my G, hopin police believe me
Now I'm standin in a puddle of shit like knee deep
My aliby tight, they even called my hoe
Yo, we was layed up, case closed, drug related, let me go
[Hook: Screwball]
What would you do? If you was meee'eee
Would you wash that sheet, turn and just walk away, now
What would you do? If you was meee'eee
Or would you pull that triggercall it anotha day, now
Eat that shit nigga...
[Chris Rock] "Yo man, R&B; sucks"
[Intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law, and he's ready to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
[Verse 1]
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march
Tha cops in dc, had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france
Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up
All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted lover, to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[Verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[Bridge]
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
Mike heron, jerry familar
And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz)
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb
That's right, girl j nicky brown
To my three kids, get down baby
Yeah, it's on, fredrick and my man calito
What, to all my people, ugh
Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
*fading out*
[Scratched by Pete Rock]
"This is the place where stars are born"
"The Bridge, Queensbrigde"
[Poet]
Y'all niggas love to hear the stories again and again
Of how it all got started way back then
See it was Marly, MC Shan, the Juice Crew
Queensbridge, hip-hop land, those niggas blew (up)
Nobody said it started there
But some playa hater tryed to end a party there
Niggas didn't care they burned it, put it in the air
I took it personal readied up for warfare
Shit, yeah, what?
But time passed by, shit died out
But niggas got paid off my hood no doubt
Now everybodies rhymin, other hoods start shinin
Thats ahight 'cuz the Bridge'll keep risin
[Scratched by Pete Rock]
"You love to hear the stories again and again
of how it all got started way back when"
"The Bridge, Queensbridge"
"Screwball drops the illest shit"
[Poet]
And just when you thought things couldnt get betta
Nas dropped Illmatic and let'cha'll faggots have it
He brought the shine back, made the right contact
Had the whole world sayin "Hey dun, rewind that" (Rewind that)
Niggas from every hood felt the new vibe
The word spread quick, the Bridge is still live
My dun went gold, then he went platinum
My niggas Mobb Deep had the streets right afta him
OH MY GOD, shits off the hook now
Killing kids, in the Bridge carry rap books now
Another chapter about to dominate
I guess its just in our nature, Queensbridge gotta set it straight
We on some kamikaze shit, moving at a Cormega pace
Infamous Mobb up in this rap race
This is the place where stars are born
Im'a stay repin my hood until Im'a dead and gone
[Cuts by Pete Rock]
[Poet]
You still walkin through life like you was blind
Need you a lucy but you short one dime
Damn, thought about it, ten minutes later
Bumbed a cigarette going up in the elavator
[MC Shan]
Dead dreams, more than sold
You gotta to try and recieve ya goal
However you do it, however you may
Don't never listen to what nobody say, uhh
But you chose to lead that fate
Now you're sucking on a bone when it should'a been steak (steak)
The whole purpose of the story I told
Was mainly to inspire you to reach your goal
Stop walking through as you were blind
You should reach for your goal 'cuz I'm reaching for mine
You love to, you love to
When the smoke clears
You know who gon' be there
When the smoke clear yo
Thats all we got to tell y'all right now
Y'all know who gon' be standing there right
See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze
Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze
So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order
We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter
The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border
Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)
You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit
I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh)
Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (Yeah)
Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What
happened)
'Cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders
I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels
and move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball)
Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out
Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it out
[Chorus:]
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (Buck buck buck buck)
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (Buck buck buck buck)
How many times sour limes and coronas
Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna'
What'choo wanna do, cops huntin you
Aimin for the kill, layin still
Permanent forever chill in heavens field
Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eels
Respectin the reals, countin what'choo build
[?]Prepare was heal? journey, with hard times
Examine it, playa's have money at random
Sittin pretty, sayin come and get me
[First line overlaps last line]
Standin infront of the gates of hell
Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggas
Sold crack, plus Im a rappin nigga
I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaze
Ready for motherfucking war
See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B)
Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the TV
I need some of this motherfucking rap money
I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry me
Screw B, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity)
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in the days where the people were fresh
It was one MC who had to pass the test
He was down by law and he's ready to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in the morning and my eggs was part
Turned on the boob toob saw the million man march
Tha cops in DC had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at the quarters of France
Ants in my pants so I dips in the door
Picked up the keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I'm like why can't a brother can't rise up
All I'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted lover to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in the game
On the streets,smoking dough and leak on the heap
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The drug pushers and face musher's)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Throw ya Henny in the sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The bread winners, the money getters)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck with me
(This is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Let's get this money till we die)
Climax a vocal like the local weed spot
Dimebags I go through, I'm at the penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For I blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact I got matches I strike these don
Son where you coming from Vernon forty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me unless she horny and I got some Trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over with laughter
Told me to meet me a quarter after three
And smacker her on the ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The drug pushers and face musher's)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Throw ya Henny in the sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The bread winners, the money getters)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck with me
(This is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Let's get this money till we die)
To all dem types that fuck with me
For qb and so on, the hyrdro crew
Mike Heron, Jerry Familiar
And my enginer, Max Zzzzz
(Zzzzz zzzzz)
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to the Mobb Deep and to the infamous Mobb
That's right, girl J Nicky Brown
To my three kids, get down baby
Yeah, it's on, Fredrick and my man Calito
What to all my people, ugh
The who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The drug pushers and face musher's)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Throw ya Henny in the sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The bread winners, the money getters)
Those them types that fuck with me
(Let's get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The Henny guzzlers and the Henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck with me
(This is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(The thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck with me
[Scrathed by DJ Premier] "From the underground"
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody wanna start
Straight for QB, original shit starter
Welcome me back like Carter
My three pound semi-revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin there pool of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin with the boars head
Straight up and down I'm here to kncok you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks
Y'all bitch ass niggas I'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my shits blazin hot
Smack you with the mack, give you a speed knot
It be in the Source next issue, sayin why I dissed you
Punk motherfuckers, y'all dont want the ruckus
So called tough guys, I despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin
Niggas smack ya moms you won't even do nothing
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?Word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, who want it?
Just say something so I can spray something
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin like they boning 'em, they don't even be knowin 'em
I'm ready to smack the dog shit out of 'em
I don't give a fuck if they going plat'num
My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin out all type of shit
'Bout time I flip, y'all niggas been livin good
Niggas gettin paid to say "fuck the hood"
No its fuck you bitch ass nigga, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
Fuck 'em, with no grease I hate 'em like I hate the po-lice
If I get the chance I'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin pussy fuckin coward
All of the sudden all y'all niggas bout it bout it
Niggas ain't even tryin cop no brick
Ain't even tryin worry about the cops and shit
Niggas need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
Niggas from the projects don't wanna hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin like a little bitch
Screwball drops the illest shit
Thats blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all niggas
From the top of my lungs, I scream
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?Word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where the Bridge at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Where 43rd at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (Screwball what)
Fuck all y'all BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
Word
QB shit (what?)
What, motherfucker
What, yeah
Screwball, Big Poet
Representin QB, knowhasayin?
Underground represent forever (forever)
'Cuz them niggas like Primo (yeah)
Not none of y'all bitch ass niggas (bitch ass niggas)
[Verse 1]
Can I Get A Minute? & DONT Get Offended
BUT your time is UP so I WOULDN'T recommended it
SPLENDID, splenda rappers on my agenda
to eat(Yo)you sweet(SO)ima shoot a free throw
cuz yall foul to me so im bout to be
doing alchemy on your balcony
FULL METAL for my anime lovers
tongue is a lethal weapon, where's Danny Glover?
I DON'T Love her, NEVER will I cuff her
& get arrested in her gold digging covers
NAH I DON'T think so, she gotta be God fearing
THEN we can think about children
Naked in the jungle of the poverty stricken
where males ONLY want thighs and breast like chicken
heaven wont let me in cuz it aint my time yet
NICE with my hand cocked so WHY I aint signed yet???
[Chorus]
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss... (REPEAT)
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss...
[Verse 2]
Sleeping on me BUT my alarm is set
to Pro-JECT what they REJECT, what you EXPECT???
Yall gotta excuse me for my lateness
on a hiatus, you CAN'T defy GREATNESS
living for the mo-ment, and give me just a moment
to explain my game, you lame, ill put you on it
dudes dreaming on me better wake yourself
cuz sleep is the cousin of death
& you DON'T wanna be related to belated
if you got the right hand then you might as well play
did I mention I Pee on your art
I just call it doing my part
CAN'T see me cuz you blind to the real
a coupon is the only time you ever had a deal
(Yeah)& im ready for the take over
IF you CAN'T make up your mind then get a make over
[Chorus]
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss... (REPEAT)
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss...
[Verse 3]
If this the break-down let me break it down then
This the break-down so gone break it down then
If this the break-down let me break it down then
they say im funny cuz im always clownin'
ANY emcee that comes against me
(Yea) Im young BUT these dudes CAN'T Vince me
tryna sack me in the pocket, I dont think so
drowning in a pool of hope until you sink slow
WHY you DON'T think fo' acting off feelings
GOD's on my side, I condemn ALL villains
the voice of the culture, flying with the vultures
my words set in stone like sculptures
LAUGHING at the dudes who was doggin' Blew
now I run it, thats why im performing in my joggin'
suit
(Yea) cuz my name ring a bell in their eardrums
rap 12 months till my year comes
[Chorus]
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss... (REPEAT)
Its been TOO long im putting my shoes on
we bout to move...ON & ON
Yall gotta EXCUSE Me For My Lateness
Im tryna be GREAT Miss...
What, what give the drummer some
yeah yea give the drummer some
Asonhi, what up, what up
WE IN THE BUILDING...EVEN WHEN WE OUTSIDE....
we taking over now, yall dudes dont stand a chance
just being honest
(This From My Heart, I Miss You Grandma)
(Verse 1)
Im still dreaming for something thats non friviolous
soon as you get a wif of this, you a witness.
Still praise Jehovah, Never crossed over
to the dark side, im concealed like a holster
Living for today because tomorrow's not promised
So if you wanna judge me, then I would be honored
My vow to the world in a beautiful melody
I cant be beat, this kid is low key
I might just OD, ina spiritual manner
or a new form that is way beyond the norm
I reign through the storm, mother nature is on my speed
dial
chilling with a bottle of dreams that makes me smile
(love)
dry up your tears, dotn be afraid ill take away your
fears.
I DONT wanna die (but) when that times comes,
I hope I make a difference to someone...Or anyone
(This The Last Thing Ima Say)
(Verse 2)
We living in a world of infintie lies
nobody's trying to tell the youth to reach for the
skies
because we trying to be fly so nobody's down to earth
when you gonna appreciate what your life is really
worth?
But dont nobody care, you still beating on the drum
tearing up the snare
your hearts unaware.
The government evades all the problems that we live in,
its cool with them long as the taxes, is still Given.
You try to dodge stress so you inhale cancer,
hoping that you can exhale a answer
but its not, its still gonna be there
why you puffin that (huh) dont you like air?
Before I close my eyes, and take my last breath
I wanna leave this earth being proud of myself,
and if I did you wrong then let me make it right
