(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on your fm dial.
I'm in here chilling with buddha monk and my man, poppa chief.
[bm] what's going on, baby?
[dj] peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up with you?
Peace to the gods and the earths.
[dj] yeah. got my man buddha monk here, giving a shout for his new
Album.
[bm] oh. no doubt.
[dj] and your crew, I hear about your crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the album is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it consists of everybody in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' dirty bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shorty shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the brothers from jersey?
[bm] yeah. yeah. that's my niggaz. poppa chief. k-blunt and all of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. hyper snyper. we can't forget my
Mother fuckin man, hook ninja. you know shy d and them?
And ob and all of them. that's most of the jersey niggaz and shit.
Then you got the manchuz and shit. drunken dragon and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz don't know about manley mussa and all of them.
You know and professor king bee and all of them.
[dj] bomb to come, word bond.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad different albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit we're
About to come with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I feel that.
[bm] you see-- you see, they saw the wu come through, now it's time
To see the brooklyn zu come through. youknowi'msayin?
'cause we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally unified
To make things happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically about it right now. the name of the album is called,
Like I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
Lord buddha monk. and what? niggaz, what?
[dj] straight up, we got buddha monk right here. a thinking brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, check out his album. yo, so how
About this? how about we get you boys right here into a little
Freestyle? aight, youknowi'msayin? kick it to a freestyle.
[bm] uh-huh. I'm with that.
[dj] I know you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we could handle that.
[dj] yes? can we do this?
[bm] uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the listeners out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a freestyle like this.
Yo, check it like this.
[buddha monk]
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
Yo, I be in this game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so many amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily plan on how to act right, think right
Get the subverb on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
Heard better shit on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that wild stack
There's the brooklyn zu laid on every track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style made strictly for the rap, where it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? what? it's the freestyle!
[poppa chief]
It's a psycho, so shoot fast on the warpath
Every time I touch a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
Black licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga written across my chest
I'd bet my left nut, plus all of my riches
I won't be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle 'cause it itches
A hundred-mile an hour pitches
I love it when the bitches be blowin me kisses
*kissing sound* right back at you
Spell my mother fuckin name right when you put it on the statue
I'll come back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n z-u
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I want the whole entire Clan
I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real
At ease, 10-4
There's only one that will ? to have the powers of truth
I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (Sir, yes, sir!)
I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth
*chanting of "Zu" begins*
I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second
My troops are you ready? (Sir, yes, sir!)
Buddha Monk? (Yes, sir)
I want you to show and prove the powers that the ???
Are you ready ??? (Yes, sir)
*army soldier marching chant begins*
Pick up the pace!
*army chanting speeds up*
Take your left foot up!
*chanting stops*
[Buddha Monk]
You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this Manchu'
I bomb you with the tactics, and I don't warn bastards
So think fast, watch this God cut like glass
Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands
It's that Brooklyn Zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands
I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse
Now bow down to this God, and all wish you will give to I
Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake
Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
Then my oddessey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinch
Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!
Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin
There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
I'm mastered, and I'll attack like a praying mantis
So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it
You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage
Most niggaz parish from fuckin with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
[Interlude: Buddha Monk]
*chanting starts up again*
Don't never fuck with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
All my soldiers, stand forth!
Show no fear!
Pick up your feet!
Now there needs to be some teachin goin on!
Are you ready ???
*chanting stops*
[Buddha Monk]
Alright, enough of nice, this next recite
Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe
Sharp as ever, hellbound Brooklyn Zu predator
Whatever, we can get down in any weather
I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin
Dirty psycho trend, (SUUUUUU!) here come the Brooklyn Zu men
There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win?
Monk accompanied by X-Men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin
I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin
The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin
Yo, I mean this, I'm like a Q-Tip cleanin out yo' penis
And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin Venus
At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed
Watch this Zu God seize, like seeds, that of Johnny Appleseed
You wanna battle? First power, I see, hears you
Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you!
Now!
*chanting starts again and continues to fade*
*sounds of fighting*
[Intro: sampled]
I'm the warrior chief.
I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.
Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath.
[Buddha Monk]
It's assassination day, so the devil now prays
That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms
Now y'all stay calm, let me move like Rahmadan
Speak one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers
It's death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it
Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid
I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home
Get out my war zone! and I'll leave you hit down all alone
I attack, that Killa Bee's chopping with an axe
[Dutch Masta Killa]
Fuck, it's dangerous in this game to bust
In holes, while triffels gain your trust
Representing Brooklyn from the Hook on
No question, we keep the truck on
Hoes, now get your fuck on
Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on
All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on
Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, eating my soup
Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency
[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings, international
Going against the odds and the curse
A universal traveller verse
The first to peep this right or wrong turf
Trapped in the Earth's atmosphere
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear
A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge
Naked asylum, strangle this kid
That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian
[BabyFace Fensta]
Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron Fist
Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian
Learned secrets in divine pamplets
Manuals numerous with horrendous skills
Intentional calculated kills from the hills
When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on through
Assassin's interior, humble exterior
You're getting warrier, stagering from the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see eight
Motivate, Manchuz cleaned the plate
Went back for seconds, turned MC's to reverends
Ricans, Born Again Christians
Believing in mysteries and their histories
Nimble and swift like cheaters
We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions
[Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle
Guzzling MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, watch your fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then
Hitting straight to the point, I don't smoke joints
I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
'cause your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he
Do what I think he just did, that kid is witty
I don't need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to
Roast an MC 'cause that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, Manchuz'll get up in you
[Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz]
The click got crime with it, rolled back like I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, gang tackle
Most wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas
Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play
Planned it, before I did it, then I shitted
Lovely like Jada Pinkett naked in Jason's Lyrics
Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on it
Give me a beat like this and I get stank on it
Players is getting older, the older's getting younger
The Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder
I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don't like you
One way or another Zu gon' get you
[Shorty Shit Stain of Brooklyn Zu]
I keep the toast in the harness
About to stick some foreigners
Run your garment, 'cause I hear my stomach calling
It's a predicament, I'm falling
but you don't see me crawling
'cause I'ma get this loot if it kills me
I'll lock your shit down like a master lock
Rolling with a master flock
Brooklyn Zu, those the warriors
No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of fame
I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their brain
Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds
'cause we shining as we bubble on this gold mine
And sip fine wines with all my kinds
Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies
You niggaz bring your ruffy ruffy
Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy
Niggaz dealing with the real, come hear me
[War of Zu Manchuz]
Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this shit
War lies in the bloody pill like alligators
Perpetrators got laced, War written on his face
Nigga lost his place and his concentration in his place
Clip full for too long leaks it empty
Reload, shots at the sky, boo you watch a mole
This original Manchu, technical assassin
Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfaction
Destroy your anatomy aggressively
Killing niggaz was meant be be
Not logically, but self-explanatory
Your man died in a blaze of glory
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha
Once again it's the God Buddha Monk
Representin the Zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av.
Peace to all my niggaz
The RZA, knowwhatI'msayin?
We gon' drop this track for my nigga, Y-Kim
and Q-Base. And it's deadly, deadly.
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller
[Buddha Monk]
There's no need to get frantic
The Zu attacks minds and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills with total disaster
I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and after
You want to test the style of the Shaolin foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not enough time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the callico and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skills
It doesn't really matter how you feel, I want you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chins
Who, tell me? Who, tell me? Who, tell me?
Can be known within...
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
I see it in your eyes and you're scared to fuckin death
You fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual powders
I'm deadly to the grain with my Brooklyn Zu slang
A killa that leaves no trace or blood stains
You're fucked up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt
You want the Zu name, for that you must work
You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life like my mad Fidel Castro
There's war, things ain't just peace no more
I come thru like a Texas chainsaw
F.A. is where I rock with twin glocks
Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shit
You wish I disappeared by same this I'll fix
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the chamber
I'm Mr. RipYou when releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pain
Lyrical master with diaster, BLAOW!
Push yor caps back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts cuz I'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, I'm ready for the war
The hits from the God, prepare to hit the floor
Sparks of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the Buddha, no wait for you to check it
Check this, here's the killa thru this danger
Not enough, enters 36 chambers
Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the Shaolin foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in souls
Master of disaster, Wu tapes are raptures
Cut many ducks, became a grand master
You want to oppose this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*
[Chorus]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
You don't understand!
You don't motherfuckin understand!
Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Zu
if you don't have the motherfuckin skills!
You bitch-ass mothafuckers can suck my dick!!
Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Zu!!
[Chorus x3: Buddha Monk]
Prepare for the prophecy
[Buddha Monk]
Yea, to all challengers, let's begin
I be the holder of flows like air seepin thru your windows
First nigga that oppose be the first nigga that goes
A deadly comedic dealer, nasty-ass good fella
Crazy-ass dweller novelty known as best seller
It be the slack that you lack, I shoot the verses like gats
Your styles is too wack, it makes you burn like exlax
Buddha'll prove that he's the boss, for years I paid the cost
So now I am the force that keeps you at a state of loss
Wannabe kamakazi shootin at everybody
I'm worse than your John Gotti or your mayor Julianni
Severe body parts, who has to master this art?
Whether it be the day or dark, the fuckin sun has to spark
Niggaz
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk]
It takes 8 million and one stuns for the God is done
If you feel it's a lie, then your ass I will fry
Styles is dirty dirty like some desert water
Watch out for the Zu slaughter (I'm talkin to you!!)
Your blood spills made me the science of my kills
I feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill
Sight of an insighter who's out for real tight
Whatever lurks in the dark we shall bring to the light
Sit back and breathe the gases I relieve
Breakin off parts, piece by piece of enemies
You done made mad one of the dirty dozen
Guaranteed to slaughter off your moms, pops and cousins
[Interlude: unknown voice]
The prophecy, I see which can foretell the future.
The foretellin of what is to come.
Prophecy, to foretell by divine inspiration.
Something declared by a prophet.
One who speaks with the mind that's been stricken.
The prophecy, Lord Buddha Monk is the prophet.
Now you see, now you hear.
Take heed, which way of life would you travel?
The road of truth or the road of death?
(I can't take it no more!!!)
You have been warned, the prophet is here.
[Buddha Monk]
The prophecy has seen that you remain with the sting
Removin the skin, I never die and kill again
Sinfullness is my trifeness, leave a nigga lifeless
If you try to bite this
I levitate minds like 9's levitate your spines
If inclined, I kill with one line
and leave you dumb, deaf and blind
Done with the swiftness of a sword of Excalibur
Move with the speeds of culos thru a callico
Feel the heat as my thoughts burn deep
Explosions to mind that I seek, now it's you soul that I reap
I remain in this game and take fame like grand larceny
There's pure fuckin havoc when you fuck with the prophecy!!!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: same voice as interlude]
...[indecipherable]...
All the voices of the dark
...[indecipherable]...
Do you wish to take my sin? (Die fuckas!)
...[indecipherable]...
...[indecipherable]...
I choose to be ...[indecipherable]...
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
* promo version "Fuck Somebody Up" had slightly different
with "Fuck" instead of "Spark"
[buddha monk]
Get off my mother fuckin life!
[poppa chief of zu ninjaz]
Yo, yo, this some zu shit!
Yo, ugh! I know you want it, and I wanna give it. ah!
[chorus x2: poppa chief of zu ninjaz]
I got this proposal i'ma slide across the table
Mansions, cars, horses, stables
Stocks and bonds, cds and t-bills
This time around, zu strictly frills!
[buddha monk]
Yo, you act like the sun don't shine
Then I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind
Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo' noggen
Mind-bogglin, and damn right the zu will smash somethin
This verbal technique will soon be heard on every street
Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz don't sleep
We defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo' anatomy
Watch us work this *echos*
Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get down
With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs
I don't play that, my silver spoon was bent way back
Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you black
Not prejudice, but stay far away from six
And I won't give even if my balls gets bit
Stay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five wives
We can wine, to make this station all one mind
[chorus x2]
[buddha monk]
Warn this, awareness, I come like a terrorist
Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this?
Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and master
The buddha's weight is made with gats and gun silencers
Powerful thoughts increase, as I release
The knowledge on my brain, and it's wicked like ten beasts
It is not the who, it's the old brooklyn zu
Styles get raw like a freakland zoo
Fix this, flows drillin in the banquet
Buddha inflicts the hoes like bake's existence
I remain to cause pain, dirty words and slang
Yo, you fuck with the zu chain, ya headed for a headbang
Walk down my path, ya head is what I'm after
Save all those jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter
[chorus x2]
[buddha monk]
I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent
Ya body's cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low
I like brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window
Damn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a cold war
There's never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin
The haren with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludin
Bit pressure tester, yea, zu mind collector
Close your mind like chester's so your body gets light like feathers
Whatever, you think zu disappear niggaz? ! ha, never!
I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector
I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the germ gonarhea
Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of pupmed water, see us
In God we shall trust, grafted skin we never touched
Flows like black dust, now think about God bust
*sizzlin sound*
[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that what it's all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. lions and tigers and bears)
(that's what it's all about)
(lions and tigers and bears)
Look at this shit comin at y'all
(lions and tigers and bears)
Watch out
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
I'ma hit you in ya head on time, boy
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
Prepare for the war, check it
(lions and tigers and bears)
[buddha monk]
My creation comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on thru like an arabian
First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe
What's next? ashes left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of anthropology
Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
So lets proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by means of temptation
My excellerated thoughts and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of seven thieves of bagdad
Monk whips like whiplash, stains the brain fast
Brains will be cracked with swiftness of hurricanes
Within this blowin verses, God lives in this game
No time to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
What's the reason for you wantin to live in this reality?
Only deal with cautions, with devils and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass will get draped
No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kins
Deals with all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm ferocious like white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity speeds
Like packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze
[interlude: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Hahahaha (zu zu zu zu) give it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
[buddha monk]
The psychos grab ya arms, it's time to head for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the rebel
Raw is the slang of this tiger
My balls digs in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no need for domination
Zu comes with styles of gods from many generations
Forces in the dark, shall come to the light
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out like frost bite
You hold up ya shield, just notice I got tight skills
Cuts to the left, protectors of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck with me
Cuts on the body, it's the technique that's inside me
Warpath is made from the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
Things that I do, it's just like the devil
Doin mad shit to cause mad trouble
Throw up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips
[outro: dutch masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, that's how it goes (zu zu zu zu)
Be real or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not real to the grain (zu zu zu zu)
We keep it real, family (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I want a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a clan (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six returns (zu zu zu zu)
Brooklyn zu (zu zu zu zu)
Huh-huh-hahaha (zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Gz-gza-gza-gza-booka-booka-booka (zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memory
Don't try to be a friend to me 'cause you enemy
[intro: buddha monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}]
(smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Now tell me, just let me get you now
Ya right there God {robberies}
Innocent bystanders {shots laid out}
{this one's the new one} you can't do that
{here's somethin you've been waitin to hear}
What up god? (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Come.. come follow me {come on motherfuckers}
(smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
{the tiger, check it out on these streets}
[chorus: buddha monk & drunken dragon]
Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness
Where most niggaz bust off slugs and do robberies
The victims are some known and some unknown
While the good die yound and the bad makes it home
[buddha monk]
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his knot
Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long ?
He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues
To find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed
Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ?
Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit
We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch
Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head
Is he dead? no, never take his motherfuckin ?
His last request, asked to remove his last breathe
Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck
[chorus]
[buddha monk]
Now ? to make a meal with your man from out of state
You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights
On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes
He once moved faster than a rock off the place
Set up a plate, called over to this gril named chase
Her skin is smooth, ? than a buck-fifty inch
Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
He asked the name, my friends call me ?
He didn't know the plan was to stop his money flow
He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck stacy's toes
Now mr. large comes in from the back row
>from where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'
His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the ac'
Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back
Her surprise, he didn't look with his right eye
Or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder
The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug
In his mug, another body bagged, was drugged
[chorus]
[various talk]
[sample]
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I was only nine years old, when daddy left me
Poppa was always up to no good
This one here is dedicated to a very special lady in my life
She's my M-O-M-M-Y, she's a very special woman
and dear mom, I dedicate this song to you
[Chorus x2: Unknown sampled singer]
This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight
[Buddha Monk]
Hey moms, I dedicate this song to you
You're my M-O-M-M-Y, my special brew
I'ma bless you with diamonds and pearls, and rubies too
Well this is just something for the things you do
Momma soon, I'll take you on a real long cruise
Sit back with some class, champagne just for two
You're overdue, so here's some things meant for you
Benzes and minks, friends that you never knew
Private jets, year round trips to Tibet
Ah, you and Janet sand, singin that bangin-ass duet
Finished yet? Malik will pour you Moet
with hand to hand service as the sun sets
You never guessed, the life could ever be this best
Sit back, just relax, you ain't seen nothin yet
You're my girl, my mom and my first love too
That's why I dedicate this song right here to you
C'mon
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk]
Hey moms, they should've made a statue for you
Best moms in the World, yea, baby that's you
You tried to prove, the good times went down the line
Didn't believe, now I'm infested with drug crime
In these hard times and I'm still out to get mines
A motivated soldier on the hands of time
Cops draw the line, now I'm facin seven to nine
And you're still tellin me it's gonna be alright
That's why I love you, no matter all the things I did
Yo, you still turn around and call me one of your kids
When poppa slide, how was you to deal with all of us kids?
Yea, a family of four with the governor's laws
No more, now it's time to take a World tour
Breath the fresh air, we smell the sea shore
I adore, and I want to give you applause
Dedicating this song to you once more
Cuz...
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
Aiyyo, moms
Let me tell you one thing
I can't express the way that I feel
All the things that you've done for me
I was one of those bad-ass kids gettin up
every mornin, doin all the thug things
You know, I didn't get many whoopins
when I did get a whoopin, it hurt
but I still had to do what I had to do momma
cuz times was hard
and there was no father there for us
but I knoiw you loved me
and I know you'd forgive me for all things I did
but if you didn't, I hope this song finds you at your best 'partment
You're with me in my heart, I love you and you're my favorite girl
I get one, I only get one, I only get one
(You're my momma, yea) My momma
I love you, mother (yea, sweet old momma, yea)
Feel the road to the riches
and riches to the road
cuz I'm gonna leave and go somewhere you've never been before
You're my woman, and I'll always see you
(Don't you want me in this World?)
I always love you to death, momma
We out, baby, c'mon
(I'll always love my momma)
She's my only one!
(She's my favorite)
(And you only get one, you only get one)
Yea (one good girl)
I love you, hahaha
[intro: buddha monk]
Allah is god, we came here to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity. I want y'all to feel me.
Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those
Who do not know themselves.
[babyface fensta]
Heat like a pressure cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me
All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962
I used to cop 'em, but I had to drop 'em
Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound
Like the saint, remember who I am
I might just rob the bank in your town
Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street
Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat
Fallin out the windows of east new york
Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork
[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]
Yo, pictures record my wonder years
The narrator, I write like diaries and journals
Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy
Mentally takes you out your zone, I'm livin un-satisfied
My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm
More suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is science
Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants
Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper
Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted
Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, strictly quality garments
Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes
Constitution, precious moments in her life
From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast
[buddha monk]
Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me
I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee
I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin
It feels like a sayonce, but I'm trapped in chaos
Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my hive
Back up, back up, for this time you must die
[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]
I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies
[manly musa of zu ninjaz]
Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert
Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil
We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil
Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?
Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that
Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if I can't smoke, I might ill
Fight a dyke for tryin to steal
>from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag
Cop grams and hand bags
That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path
Tryin to road block the road to riches
If you got somethin, maintain what you go left
'cause the only thing to fear in this world is life or death
[redz of zu ninjaz]
Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam
Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off
Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless on your high style's check list
I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours
But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
I'm from the east where each and every teach
You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,
Right?
It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start
A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks
You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society's
Made us, fuck what you say, they played us
9 servants, but feelin better when I'm goin for life
In my man's ride, that's yo' man, right?
[buddha monk]
You was my a-alike, 'cause stars will like to shine so bright
Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price
Yo, what's wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able
You had a crew, especially known to kill for you
Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues
That's why I sing this song, I'll keep holdin on
It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms
His life's pathetic for my man nine, don't even sweat it
I'ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it
'cause maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load
And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?
[chorus (x2)]
[outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
*echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga?
(we--we been doin' this for years)
Y'all niggaz can't see this shit
Can't even fuck with this track
(ain't nothin could stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we bring in drama)
Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit
(what we stand for) justice and equality
All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set
youknowwhati'msayin?
Hit them niggaz like that, yo
[babyface fensta]
It's the sinister, sick like clamidia
Burn like no vagina, your retina
Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east
Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)
From the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa
Grab you up... ahhh!
[buddha monk]
Who's the killa? monk iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines
Yo, check it out...
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4
You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door
Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor
The actual nist gets broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's could rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber
[sha-cronz]
Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work
That show's benz and about a mil' I'm worth
Get higher than 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like hungry rodents
Rappers actin funny style and holdin
Frontin, posted up like bowlin
Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the neck
Pissin weights, can't risk kuwait
And objects, get these papes and escape
Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape
Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol
What?
[chorus (x2): buddha monk]
We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate
Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface
It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great
And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate
[buddha monk]
What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
If I do it any way I wanna do it
Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc
Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga please
I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc
And if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff
And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound
And the cops can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"
[babyface fensta]
[Intro: Juice]
Yeah, yeah
[Juice (Crave):]
Now you see that black 'Lac with the speakers in the front
That's a pimp ride, it come with four heaters in the trunk
Eighteens on lean, cause the strip's a bitch
It'll get you from A to B, but the CD skips
(I need something with more power) Alright, the Eddie Bauer
(Explorer or Expedition) It depends, what you chip in?
(I got dough for days, though) So why ain't you say so?
I got three Denalli's, an Escalade and four Range Rov's
(What's poppin'?) Nah, what's droppin', six four and hatings
And a G on dubs, all install PlayStation
I save 'em for my ballers, but I like your style
And if your money can hold a conversation, we might be pals
(I don't need friends, I need a Benz) You might of just got signed
Already to spend your money, and your check ain't dry
Peep, Miss Sweet Piece, two thousand and three, like
A leading mother, standing still like Brian McKnight
She acting innocent, she Dominican?
Sho be shaking like a Jamaican to get up in (We'll I'll take that)
Ok, black, you talking long dough, with bread in short pockets
Plus, you don't look that strong, so, you know, you need the weight
Got the gate (Not that late) Well, hey, you need the skate
We talking 45 for the whip, and 10 for the title
And a prayer from the bible to pray you don't get jacked
Cause you'll be the only muthafucka on your block with that
[Chorus x2: Juice]
It's a big boys world, and we conducting business round here
Ya'll don't like it, you can take your business down there
You better respect us guys, you must of just got signed
Already to spend your money, and your check ain't dry
[Crave (Juice):]
Listen dog, I sell and smoke lots of the weed
Good thing you came down here, cause I got what you need
My name Crave, what up, I specialize in trees
First time, free, light that up, get high on me
What you trying to get? (Some of that, Hawaiian shit, or that dro)
That'll make you fly off a cliff (shit is good)
I know, I see you gaggin' and shit
Come on nigga, that's it, pass me my spliff
I got twenties of the haze, and fifties of the choco
(I heard if weed was carrots, you'd be Bugs Bunny of the projects)
You must of just got signed, already to spend your money
I feel you, you wanna get high (yup)
Shit get hot, I gotta get off this block
Give me what you got, and I put the weed in the ziplock
Here's my number, dog, if you wanna try some blueberry
I'm cool very, I be another bed with blue cherry, like this
[Chorus x3]
[Hook: Buddha Monk]
You don't like what I'm saying, go elsewhere
You don't like what I'm saying, go elsewhere
You don't like what I'm saying, go elsewhere
You don't like what I'm saying, go elsewhere
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk (Lifestylez)]
Zu keep gettin' me high (spark a spliff) high (crack a fifth)
High (gotta keep on making it hot, gotta keep on making it hot)
[Lee-Major:]
There's nothing like this, you hide in the mist
So I can flow, hold up, forty style throw up
Now you see the gun in the pants, fuck that
Whoa, got you all lost in the flow
Your hands in the air, like somebody screaming 'goal'
Let's go... let's go...
[Lifestylez:]
Drink treats and smoke bottles of gin
Don't you know that being sober in Medina be a sin?
Yo, fuck that, can't be that, like my high explode
Watch the god 'busta rhyme' and transform and 'flipmode'
Get my limp biscuit right, sniff an Asian cess
Bust a load and lay back, and puff Hawaiian meth
My nigga, who look-out flow, I mean did you send
Take your bird off your triple beam, and lift your scale
I'm high now, chinky eyed now, Bedstuy now
Shut down your spots when I come to your town
Got to stay high, til the day that I die
Better ante up quick, my nigga, I got five
[Lil' Vicious:]
I got five to, and I'm high to
Getting weed from Brook-lan to Now Rule
What my Gods do, rock a spot out, this a drought
No more weed when I come out, time to dumb out
Shorty said she wanna get ecst' up
I ran the car, buck, getting sexed up
Yeah, dog, I stay with a fifth of Henny
Drunk off Remy or Tah, weed getting me high
Pass by, nothing but smoke, out the window
Niggas like damn, that's don, nigga with that indo
[Chorus x2]
[Babyface Fensta:]
Yo, I smoke so much, I'm in a drug program
I cop grams, sell it to fiends
Told my counselor, when I graduate and celebrate
I'm a blow an ounce of 'dro, yo
Roll that joint, lick that spliff, drink that Guinness
Replenish your stash, if it's low
I gets so high, I feel I can fly
Some of my niggas get fucked up off dust or angels
Chicks take ecstasy and fuck your whole family
Ride the train, she go, nope, you on the wrong route, whoadie
Yo, I drive drunk and don't crash
Mix my weed with hash, some of my niggas
Sniff coke and smoke boolies
Fuck me style, I'm a Moet drinker
Alize and Henny, Thug Passion
Get so high, I pass out, yo
I got a hangover, let's do it again
[Intro: Buddha Monk (Born U Majesty)]
You're savage with, below average, non-solidated liquid cabbage
I blast quick, televise it to those minds that's celebate
Now document it, on this day Zu's gospel written (Yo Buddha I can hear you)
Like Adam and Eve where all fruit were forbidden (Sounds travels 1, 123 feet per second)
Enter my perimeter, I'm a destroy all you sinners
Wrap around you like anaconda, now ya voicebox becomes volume!
[Born U Majesty:]
Test this, bless this, it's priceless
God Cypher Divine, 5% I represent
Nation of Gods and Earths, seeds, original first
Sun, moon and stars, original black Gods
Sixteen shades'll show and prove who you are
Sixteen gold, basically, when you were stole
Bought and sold, and tossed all over the fucking globe
I won't fold, better breathe just like ya cold
Six hundred years of Yakub's 'fro matter
Motion and speed, grafted seed, break the spleen
[Buddha Monk:]
If thirteen men, enter the battle, Manchu Mongolians
My evil forces within would tell me to kill again
You're savage, below average, non-solidated liquid cabbage
I blast quick, televise it to those minds that's celebate
Now document it, on this day Zu's gospel written
Like Adam and Eve where all fruit were forbidden
Enter my perimeter, I'm a destroy all you sinners
Wrap around you like anaconda, now ya voicebox becomes volume!
[Professor King Bean:]
I blaze tracks like lightning, shit's frightening
I get hype, just from the talk of fighting
Buddha Monk, Manchuz, B.K., plus the Zu
Now who's gonna win this battle here? I say you
There's your anti-thoughts though, I see you fought slow
My motto, get gold, then fuck a hoe
We, got this shit locked, yeah, all in a smash
You get in the way, feel the mega-ton blast, nigga
[Chorus: Lee-Major]
It started when them cats came back from the cave, nigga
Used to be slave nigga, now I'm brave, nigga
Hanging with Gravediggaz and two gold triggers
Time to realize, a mind, body and soul is bigger
[Babyface Fensta:]
Got styles and miles, of a New Jersey Drive
Pierce like syringes, if it's war, yo I'm in the trenches
Public Enemy #1, hit the bank, job done
On the run from c-cypher, still serve pipers
Later that night, I hit the club, flick my Bic
Pick a chick I could creep with, my life, in containment
Still sell drugs, with three arraignments
Fuck it, street money, po-po blocking it
Gotta build, legal conglomerates, ain't no stopping it
Gotta feed and educate the babies, so I run rabid like rabies
Niggaz can't fuck with my grammer
If I was a bitch I'd be a bad mamajama
[G-Note$:]
Your music sounds like Loops of Fruit, kicks dissolve
808, sore, six doors, American Tale, feeble calls
Was West, pray to the East, the Sun don't rise, plant ya feet
We eat ground turkey meat, carnivore was tranqued, original peachtree
Drunk-ass poetry, in the clouds style
Zu assassins Duck-Lo quietly, strategy, outburst violently
Finitely, Brooklyn displays how it was tooken
Tracks is utensils, niggaz stencil art
In war paint and, perimeter was an open lane
Intoxicated blows, is rugged like fatigue wearing hoes
Yo, pick your play action
[Chorus]
[Drunken Dragon:]
I cross ya ass like a Soddomite in pale moon light
Cause to me ya all sounding like bitches on the mic
It's official, verbal pistol ripping ya bone gristle
Invisible move like stealth missles, undetected
Catch it if ya can, man, listen, shit is getting hot in my kitchen
Baking lots of chicken, with Lord Buddha Monk kicking a can of ass-whippings
It's a barbecue with Ol' Dirt and the Zu, bring the L-I-Q
We gon' drink 'til we drop, smoke pot, from the finest weed spot
You need not, act like you insane, I spit flames
Shame the devil and the demons in ya brain
[Lee-Major:]
Yo, your raps brought back negative feedback
My mind explores at where your inhibitions is lost at
I sour tracks, win beats, flip through loops
I'm with an ace even if my style threw a deuce
I teach the truth to the youth
Before you should attack your central nerve system
Leaving brain damage and addiction
Through forced lyrical infliction, reality's what you missing
Baby, do you remember me from "Follow Me"?
Just-I-Cee-Equality, with these thoughts
I leave explosions, overdosing off the Lord's potions
Got some shit delf-defined, some shit I won't mention
You don't need to be trying
Make fake rappers don't wanna-be's, bitches 'tract to the wack meat
With this ghetto fashion, actual faction
Beats flashing, style fly like Jane flashing
Flows clashing, holding this mic triangular
Freestyle strangler, baby
[Outro: Professor King Bean]
[Chorus: Politic]
I'm trying to do me, get cheese and blow trees
Travel seas, push the V and ride beats
Blaze through Sac's, like I blaze through tracks
So I blaze two macks at ya Gray's ballcap
[Politic:]
I stay laced in, what's in ya freezer, bitch
Cause I can cock back, dump, cock back a frit
It's Hurricane Polo', tip bottles and hit models
Spit for the love of the streets, the kid's motto
I'm cold like the top of the mountains in Colorado
Unexpected like Roy Jones hosting at the Apollo
I think different, flow hot like ball liquid
I master my impossible shit like Verbal Pete did
Like D & P, leave the game but I can't leave it
Having trouble breathing, even though I'm breaking even
Still limp with my chin up, quick to pick ya chick up
In and out of tracks, like I'm spitting with the hiccups
I'm real, dog, spit fire and blow fog
Keeps it dog, like Grandpa Dukes and Boss Hog
See, the streets changed my mind, I think different
Listen, I got missing, young, I'm done and waiting on my day in trial
[Chorus x2]
[Politic:]
Yo, how is it, I'm unheard but got props
If you the nigga on the block screaming how you hot
You flossing, I'm tossing back shots with no gwop
Forcing my hand, gets you popped like old locks
I thought you knew, hollows for the people, but tick
We spitting hot hollows through ya tephlon shit
Just because you been in the bing don't make you tough
Tough guys beat cases, playa, smarten up
It's like target practice, rapping with ya'll cactus
Act like ya the master of the game, and y'all just average
I epitomize the middle of your verse
Then in the worst situation, O.T. and double work
I take a step back, and wrapped a wave cap and let my thoughts free
Since way back, twenty's and dutch, can mean it off me
I'm saucy, pardon if I come across harsly
I got hate blood, and I'm so so death, to talk enforcely
[Chorus x2]
[Politic:]
Aiyo, pardon me, if you don't like my approach
I'm a brain with a voicebox, I speak what I know
I'm a ghetto vocal chord, I just holla for the people
Who bust those, get those, stay blowing leather
Devil's Advocate, DeNiro, the main character
Wife dime, hollering at a two to make ya marry ya
Crew flip, niggas move quick than sound barriers
I'm flu sick, I Politic sicker than his carrier
Listen, I think, live and I talk different
Get dough, pimp hoes, drink and spark isim
I done been state to state and ain't hate
So excuse my attitude, if it's rude and out of place
I bubble like Mr. Move, to waite and shake rectors
Knock down ya play sister, then played the block witcha
So don't knock if I don't get in ya zone
[Intro: Juice (Buddha Monk)]
(Watch this) Talking shit? Juice, Buddha Monk (Uh)
The fuck, what the fuck (what the fuck, nigga)
Alright, ok, alright, let's go, yeah
Come on my niggas (two of the greatest pirates)
I'm bout to put y'all on, Buddha Monk
Here we go (Fuck this til six in the morning)
[Juice:]
I like gluey ice, chain like Kool G.'s twice
Japanese shorty do me, naughty sushi night
Blue jeans, gucci hair wrapped in a doobie ice
Platinum ruby, cast in cream got her nice
Y'all grab and squeeze booties, I get head in the bed
Where the co-ed SUNY, Puerto Rican groupies do me
Y'all lose me, not enough heat to catch up
I'm already squeezin, y'all pickin' y'all gats up
Don't get it twisted, act up, left in a casket
Calculus professors can't even add my math up
Too much hoes, never could be too much gold
I poly with the crack, y'all niggas rap, I just flow
I mastered that dough, life's a bitch, I harassed that hoe
Young thugs, and I'm laughin' at po'
After that dough, spit that action packed flow
I'm still number one when I'm last on tracks, yo, I rock slow
[Chorus x4: Juice (Buddha Monk)]
Understand black, when the gun goes clack clack
I aim where ya hat's at, nigga, you ain't that phat (It's Brooklyn)
[Buddha Monk:]
What the fuck is this beef nigga? Then let's settle this shit
I was born a Dirty Bastard when my daddy stuck dick
I major in gun toting, bring your wack ass beat
I silence the lamb that think that he want it with me
My gun blazes four mics, nuff to bring all night
Take on the nice souls, remove all you assholes
No need for Duck Low, you outer bug gets holes
Clack clack the fo'fo, clack clack and make sure
It's daddy warbuck, war for willing, armed and ready
No mission big, no mission small, so fuck all of y'all
You cats think you rapping, kid, you better suit your happening
Weak chicks, weak clips and also, weak dicks
Ain't that a bitch, keep your game, run your shit
It looks better on my wrist, then it did you, bitch
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk:]
We used to play truth or dare consequences, now we play with pop getters
Hard hitters, that'll shut down ya spot, nigga
I'm not the same kid that used to cut in school halls
Sex in back stairs, spittin' gum on walls
I'm how that west was won, I left ya son
Copped ten from yo show, break out with yo hoe
And you probably thinking, he's not the best MC
But it's best for your health that you don't mess with me, come on
[Juice:]
Yo, give me the night, cause I ain't had a good day in a long
Right or wrong, I write bombs, entice the norm
I'm precised informed, I'm bright, when the lights is on
And a lot claim they hot, but they writing wrong
And I really don't think these cats is ready
Cause we type that fight with knifes, gats, bats and semi's
Blastin' any, war wounds, splash on Henny
And if you snatch by the enemy, then stash ya memory
Cash and envy, nigga...
[Outro: Buddha Monk (Juice)]
Clack clack... (savages) it's Brooklyn (all you nigga)
Clack clack... it's Brooklyn
Clack clack... it's Brooklyn
[Chorus x2: sample (Menace)]
Livin in the city... (The siren speaks)
Livin in the city... (When the heat hit the streets)
Livin in the city... without a heart
(What you want beef? You're too short to talk down to me)
[Intro: Grime]
OK... ch-yea, come on... Buddha Monk...
Brooklyn Chronicles... get in here!
Grime...
[Grime:]
Nigga, you don't know my name
Murderin y'all cats got me my fame
Searchin for more cash, go find them lames
Niggaz'll smoke bitch-ass and their dames
I'm comin in yo' spot to wreck yo' show
After I drop, collect my dough
Grime never fall, I just fall back
Watch 'em niggaz that ball and take all that
You roll with clicks, you free agent
Fuck what you got, look what I spent
To my niggaz in North Cackalack (uh-huh)
To the G in the Tek and smack (uh-huh)
If you see a fat ass in the club tonight
Nigga tell me is you smackin that? (uh-huh)
Grime like the city, I never sleep
All those that try me, countin sheep
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: Ruggs McGusto]
What? It's Ruggso baby
Yo it's... Gusto knows this... what?
I ain't quittin shit, yo...
[Ruggs McGusto:]
When shit hits the fan, I might just hit and you and your man
And all them onion-head fuckas you call ya fam
You caught Ruggs at a bad time, soldiers die
And you know you laughin from Heaven watchin y'all get fried
You've got the audacity to try to pull somethin dastardly
Talk murder then let me leave without blastin
The never of you, but now I'm herbin you left and right
Every minute, every hour, everyday, every night
You ain't built for the beef, dog, fall back, forfeit
Cause ya next stop's the crossroads and talkin awkward
Black suits, big boots, coffins and people with flowers
You like to front with ya man but for real you a coward
Your first artist is the next nigga after him
Hurricane Ruggs, you have to feel the wrath of him
And I don't discuss you niggaz cause I don't trust you niggaz
I'm about dollars, mother made, mothafuck you niggaz, what?
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: G-Note$]
Yeah... yo it's G-Note$, Team Gunbook
[G-Note$:]
Yo it's G and I be gritty, Many Men wanna kill me like 50
It's Corner Luv in the city, no money, you feel shitty
I feel So Fresh and So Clean, get with me, ride with me, vibe with me
It's plenty schemes, and we could scheme on pennies
We could go in it with jeans and feed our team
I'm a Gunbook crook, ain't nothin to shook
Over Kenny and other marksmen like Chilli
Niggaz envy, so you could catch G up in Envy with the semi
Doin the club dirty, these thugs ain't friendly
Or pretty, what you thought? That thought was silly
They're hearing Note$ got stuck, feel me?
Niggaz wanna kill me, in the P's
They say "See him, watch him, he will fuckin beat 'em"
And it's Note$, my tote, it's G givin dick to ho's
Make 'em feel like the hit the lottos
[Chorus x2]
[Dee:]
There's a war goin on outside
Ain't no man on this mothafuckin land or place safe to hide
You could get lower than the fuckin Timbo King
I send my bimbo bitch to duct tape and bust off
Cut faces, purer than that cocaine dust off
Love aces surrounded by pretty faces that study the law
Your green matrix kept me out of mean cases, made the forty five keep me alive
Made the sawed off speak in different tongues, fuck bein black, gifted and young
I'm young, black and strapped with Osama's attitude
Duc Lo and Gunbook collabo, you fuckin with longitude and latitude
What's fuckin with that? Dope aim bustin the gat
Slow pain touchin ya back, show no signs of slowin down or stoppin
That gun blast is showtime, nigga, we here to get it poppin
We here to get it poppin...
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Ahh... what a drink (I wanna be loved by you)
Chambermusik (let me get your undivided attention muthafucka)
Mowie Kei (This is CHAMBER... MUSIK, M-U-S-I-K)
G-Clef, Cno Evil (exclusive, I don't give a fuck about ya'll seeds)
Sho, Touch (I'm tired of all ya'll acting like, we ain't the niggas)
B. Yakin (fuck ya'll niggas) Buddha Monk
Straight up and down, this the only radio station you gon' get the hottest shit
Underground and everything, Yo, Rod, let me tell ya'll niggas why
[Hook x2: Buddha Monk]
Ya'll niggas out there, you really don't want it
Ya'll niggas out there, you really don't want it
Ya'll niggas out there, you really don't want it
Ya'll niggas out there, you really don't want it
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Aiyo, we beat ya'll niggas up, by smackin' ya niggas around
Lay ya'll niggas out, by gattin' ya niggas down
If Chambermusik can't bang, ya'll niggas can't bang
So stand up, pay ums, we run this game
[Buddha Monk:]
This Chamber that I bang for, run with no game lost
Gats up, hoes down, lay a nigga down
This BK, 718, on your plate
So stand straight, you slumped over, welcome to Hell's gate
We pop any tops off, just to get rock soft
Then head to the liquor store, Henny and reach score
Never hood and we war, hit bitches for detour
Monkalicious, fruit dishes, spread on yo ass quick
Brooklyn, put ya lighters up
Thanks for ah, lighting the way for me to rock that ass today
Damn right, I get my shoes scuffed by doing G-Monk stomp
Who want it, want it, come get it, plenty to give
There's nothing in this world that I won't do
I put the gat to you, lay you and your crew
I'll do anything, so get the record straight
Play it again, Chambermusik to the end, ahh
[Chorus x2]
[Babyface Fensta:]
I got Chambermusik, when I spit, show and prove it
Been using that phrase, since the Beat Street craze
From Brooklyn, good looking, eye candy for the ladies
New name for ya goon squad, the Haiti's
Originator, style greater, no equator
The father, enter my Chamber, it's danger
Caution, gave you fare warning, beware
Of MC's cloning, anyway, my hood stay hot
The cops be posted on the block
Under they noses, I slung rocks
The grind don't stop, it only slow up a bit
I keep the haters sick, so many niggas on my dick
I think they funny, haha, po-po had me on the runny
Buy my album please, I need the money
My ears be all over the place, lotta dudes talk behind ya back
I tell it to your face
[Interlude: Babyface Fensta]
Yeah... Chambermusik Exclusive
Ya'll niggas ain't ready
We gon' change ya'll brains to spaghetti
Straight up, I'm coming from the nine ounce
Where we make you bounce, with weight or with the butt of a gun
Ya'll niggas better run, straight up
It's Babyface Fensta, Buddha Monk, T-Boogz
And my nigga muthafuckin' Dungeon Masta
And we gon' blast ya, ya'll niggas better run
Hide, run for cover, word to mother
It's Chambermusik, we bout to do it
Ya'll better get used to it, straight up
Layin' you down
[Chorus x2]
[Dungeon Masta:]
I could picture broken bodies staying in them flusty chains
Nobody come forth to claim the remains
Niggas rather hustle, when it's sunny outside, smoke when it rains
Hit a bird on the hip for brains
Don't play lip ball, my spit break down walls
Hollow tip make clowns fall
You wanna get at me, I'm a call away ya'll
We could smoke trees together, try to scheme together
Cross me, come around, won't be together
Fucker, I'm starving, beyond fammen eat
And you right, niggas do draw heat, hold up
Hey, I'm an inch away from making niggas who did wrong
Pay, I know your pockets long, hey, them niggas ain't that strong
Hate, where I'm from, niggas survive off crumbs
It's just a day in the life in the slums
When dealing with the fiends, the jake, in the slums
The grimey ass niggas got slugs for ya'll muthafucka, duh-deh-duh-duh
[Outro: Dungeon Masta]
Chambermusik is the shit, muthafucka
Word is bond, cop that shit, muthafucka
Don't make me have to split ya wig, muthafucka
I'm telling you, shit ain't... yo, son
Duke, that's the muthafuckin' radio station right there, G
I mean come on, muthafucka, open ya muthafucking eyes, man
What the fuck more can you see man, what the fuck
This shit ain't no muthafuckin' game, you knowhatImean
Chambermusik or die bitch, word is bond
Don't make me come at ya'll niggas with the hatchet, son
I will fucking scalp your bitch ass, son, for real, G
This ain't no muthafucking game, son
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Oh, oh, oh, don't get it twisted girl
Ooh yeah, alright, alright, the feeling, you know
Oh... it seems like you can't feel me back though
I wanna chill with you, I wanna chill with you
Chill with you, chill with you, come on, let's go
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Hey girl, I wanna chill with you
Don't want nobody else cause I'm feelin' you
Drinks at ya bar, holding you close
I'm chillin' with this girl, that I love the most
And I don't care what your friends say
They don't want you happy, so a lie, the'll say
Hook you up with a guy named Ray
Break up a home, why it be that way?
[Buddha Monk:]
Look ma, I got something to say, when I met you boo
It was all about me and you
Not you and the crew, all the lies they told to you
It was, long trips, long kiss, long drinks
Now it's, small biz, that boy ain't shit
Here grease my hair, wake me up at six
I'm playing myself, but the horse is hard as hell
While you sitting on the phone, say I'm sitting right here, oh well
It's a ladies world, we got a baby girl
And what you show to them will be the same damn world
You think you cute, but the way you dissin' me
When I came to this life, to give you what you need
A man who cares, a man who's here
When nobody's there, just you and your fears
This the thanks I get, shoved in a corner
With a bottle of Hennessey and a hard ass dick
Nah, this can't be love and affection, hug & love lessons
Rug burns and club dances
Chillin' with my girl, whether it's the movies
Walkin' in the sand, in the park holding hand
Damn, I'm the best man, that feels like the worst man
From the way you treating me, talking to your friends
Stella got her groove back, and I got the loose wrap
What you need on your way up, is me on your way back, belive that
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk:]
Look, I wanna chill with you, live my life with you
Fifty/fifty love, not a footstool for you
Practice snow white, dressed up in the finest
House, car, and your own ounce
You say money can't buy you love, but it sure do
Ex out the way you give another man your love
It's the root of all evil, and if you don't got it
Then believe me, the next man is poppin'
See what I came from is love the one you with, cause
Other guys out there only givin' a mouth full of -
Promise you won't love right, but after sex it's one night
Now you sittin' there wondering, can't you have another sight
But you gave it up for one night of minutes of pleasure
Now you kick back to the hood, to whoever, no tell me
Do you know him? He's that guy that loved you in the deep
The kind of guy who'll give you anything
Now, he's the guy, crazy for the things you did
Still got love and helped you raise your kids
But don't think it's time for weakness
He may love you with all his heart, but don't know how to eat this
You should of loved him when you had a chance
Love him when you got mad, never enough not to give up ass
But you better do what you gotta do
Cause even though it looks bad, remember he just wanted to chill with you
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Ok, that's what it is, she give me
[Buddha Monk]
Now the topic for the day is how I got these butterflies
Long hair, chinky eyes, skin so light
She never met a guy make her feel so right
When bedroom be up, Monk, killed them lights
If in trouble with my hustle, gun tussle with jail dudes
Tight rope, but no worry, butterfly got you
I got you too, I sware on you, my beautiful butterfly
This ride of, you and I, until the day we die
When we baby try, huh, seven thirty-five
Get in, let your hair down, shades on, gone with the wind
My endless love, I'm in this love
Whether rich or mugged, chains like from her belt to her butt
So I made ice bling, huh, Rocawear with nike skins
Vasoline, I'mma tighten your frame
Take the worldwide chooses, hot tub nuded
Wake up the next day with them butterfly cooties, haha
She said, that's what she means, she gives me, inside
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Stay with me, mommy, love with me, mommy
Mate to me, mommy, dance with me, mommy
Stay with me, mommy, love with me, mommy
Stay on it, mommy, drive on it, mommy
[Mazur]
This blue-black pon' dutch, cocked to the side
Arch brows, light brown, tints in your eyes
Krispy kreme, pearl hair doo to die for
Banging backyard with that waist size four
Hypnotic voice, sweet like baby breath
Out of billion other shorties, only you god blessed
Take word life, my gut flutters, when you pass by
The scent of you, hit me like my first weed high
Nervous temptrum, girl you got my palm sweating
Wishing I can find the right words to get you undressing
Fuck a dime, mami, you the whole damn dollar
You'se a throw back beauty like a '64 Impala
Fake minolo, wide thighs, pretty sweet, well feet
Let me, drop your top, pipe out your back seat
Let me, hit your switch, and takes you on a low ride
Let me - damn, here she come, now I got butterflies
[Chorus x2]
[Layza Life]
Hello sunshine, could you be related to the moon
I see stars in ya eyes, everytime I look at you
Course I know it's corny, girl I'm only funning with you
Or maybe we can chat for a while, so I can check ya attitude
But your probably get this all the time
So if not, I ain't even mad at you
The pleasure is all mine, enjoy your afternoon
But wait if we could, you could the glows
And the flows, don't make over hood
I'm into romance, and I just wanna stand where you stood
Enjoy your convervation and admire your looks
And you can test my intellect and get lost in my depth
Knock a nuzzle in your neck, when you was feeling my chest
The foreplay is mind sex, the field play is all wreck
And if it's for, there's not enough I can get
You can be my butterfly and I'll be your net
And on your mark, ready, let's go, here we go
You was off the side, and yo, that's what I know
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
Ha-hah, ha-hah, butterflies
Jail Break Records, Duc-Lo Productions!
[Intro: Derrick Sassin (Dungeon Masta)]
(Ahh man... yo son, it's about the 5 boroughs)
B.X, B.K., D. Assassin, what? (Dungeon)
Yeah (Lord Buddha Monk) Buddha Monk
(How y'all feel?) What's good?
(Haha) Bust gats, baby
(Bust the gats, son, yo D, son) Uh-huh
(Tell these niggaz why you The Assassin, man)
OK.. (Holla)
[Derrick Sassin]
I feel my wrist kick back
Before you take a second to think, how real was that?
The second one enters ya back, with mad rational force
Before the third gets popped they tell us to stop and break North
Run until I cough, the strings in this beat are the same ones I hear when I hold heat
Lean Back like The Matrix, bust gats like The Matrix
Couple bombs explodin' givin' you and ya crew a face-lift
Face it, my inner Ayatollah will blow you a hole as big as the South Pole
Come on, out you go
I doubt ya so gangsta with that lead in ya bladder
Now that's what I call a kidney stone, you bastard
It feels like I'm kickin' shells to another universe
Still shootin' up ya hearst until my trigger finder hurts
I'm the worst, drinkin' fifths by myself, I was possesed by evil
Forget that I did it and chilled with all my people
[Chorus: Derrick Sassin]
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Didn't I tell you niggaz The Assassin is not a sucker?
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
[Dungeon Masta]
Catch me in devious
It's only the envious ones who wanna stake claim on oppressions
Ways and actions is mysterious
Free from lime light, pressure cut off air, veins tight
Imagine all the crazy shit we do at night
Off the roof top waitin' for someone to snipe
I like to make the spot hot, nigga run the cash
Don't make me have to send my little dudes for the stash
Now, I'm too grown for the kiddie games
Unless ya bitch wanna voluntarily give my brains
D., check for I.D., po-po steps ahead of them
I roll with scientists and crooks who not scared to hang ya body with fish hooks
Don't make me tell ya ass again, you're no friend of me
I'm public enemy number one, you don't know how I get down
I lay you down face down, wanna get hostile?
[Chorus: Derrick Sassin]
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Didn't I tell you niggaz that Dungeon is not a sucker?
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
[Buddha Monk]
I notice a lot of cats that wanna be like me
But go ahead and try it, you could never eat like me
I'm first thought I'll see him, meet him, beat him, bleed him then leave him
Left dead on the canvas for the D's to retrieve him
Toast nylon to the side, no eyes, 7:45
Takes the weight of this ride for this 'scape to get by
This is serious, ain't no chicks in this paper and shit
Ya bitch thought on this that's why he takin' her and shit
You better get with the Green Mile or be Destiny's Child
Walkin' that wack ass back across the 8 Mile
Don't you know, nowhere ya go is safe from me, bro'?
I call wolves and try to get sent through to every hood
Cock back the Lean Back, rat-a-tat-tat
Duc-Lo or you'll be the next traitor to flow
And my niggaz don't dance, we bust gats, hold up hands
Get a head start and that diesel gat still in our hands
[Chorus: Derrick Sassin w/ Monk ad-libs]
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Didn't I tell you niggaz the Monk is not a sucker?
You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker
[Outro: Buddha Monk (Derrick Sassin)]
This is what it is
(Bronx, New York.. Brooklyn, New York stand up
New York City, here now, word up, Derrick Sassin
Dungeon Masta) Training day (Buddha Monk
Haha, bring it down.. bust gats)
[Intro: Casine Kelly (Shake-A-Vel)]
Yeah, Brooklyn Chronicles
Buddha Monk is that nigga, for real (five families)
O.P.N. (exclusive) O Press Nation (Shake-A-Vel)
O Press was the nation, On Point is the nigga
This shit is so serious right now, BK uncensored...
One time, yeah...
[Hook x4: Shake-A-Vel]
It's my world, my life, my hood, my niggas
My dough, my flow, my dro
[Shake-A-Vel:]
Like a fifth, leave 'em lying on a park bench, leaking
Told ya'll it's our season
Find you bleeding heavily, til you stop breathing
On the come through, recognize what the guns do
Catch you in the projects, duke, flipping on the humble
Send hits, all my dogs, stack chips
Get lifted off weed, before I bang out
Amateur niggas can never hang out, when I pull a thang out
How dare these little bastards
Spit acid on wax til it becomes classic
My Zu Clan is like a mafia, use spatulas
Chop 'em off, shit on top of ya
[Chorus x2: Shake-A-Vel]
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, is where I'm from
Fear no one, since a youth, bust my gun
Gats clap, rapidly, you know how us bastards be
Red hot, seven nine, chasing after me
[Casine Kelly:]
It's Brooklyn all day, the livest borough, we thorough
And they rock, corrupt the streets, drugs all pile up to murder
The boy mouth talk greasy like motor oil, twist a JR
Shake, red hot niggas, it's hard boiled
O Press, by the streets combat, I'm reppin' to eat
By any means, when we roll, cold killas, you coward
Just lose focus, bang heat focus
Enemies left in the powers of beholders
Just cut open, nigga, ya life ghosted
Got spotted by hitmen from Nostrand
Slam the scope, it's murder, muthafucka, choke
Fuck this rapping shit, I'm turning out the bit
Hagada, hagada, hagada, wrap my guns with it
[Chorus x2]
[Shake-A-Vel:]
Shake-A-Vel, the name is monumental on Brooklyn streets
Who known to let the llama spit, they strapped with heat
Like me and my conglomerate, you counterfeit
When the drama's lit, I put the mack to your mama shit
I come with the man power, wet your block up, we given 'em lead showers
Still fronting, rocking a vest, when I'm head hunting
Won't stop dumping, til ya casket closed
Bastards froze, mercenary snatch your soul
My strikes so vital, it twisted your whole hood
I'm taking the title, cats wishing that they could
Be legendary, respected by cold killas and crooks, when
Walking the mean streets of Brooklyn
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
So what I gotta do, I gotta go in on this one?
Haha, alright, Brooklyn Zu, Buddha Monk, cross, nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
So many men wanna punish me, for the way that I live
I gotta eat like you eat, nigga, feed my kids
These streets I live, got me returning nicks
Six feet deep, covered in dirt, your new crib
Your loose lips, made a nigga, do you, bitch
Prove to you, bitch, my guns bust, no punk in me, bitch
I ain't never met a man who can't get chopped down
Ain't hot now, flame drop now, late rock, clown
Always carry heat, never talk to police
Stake the street, creep the beef, wait for the whites of they teeth
And that's why we most likely how they wanna catch me
So first seed, first drop, nigga, signed by me
You wan't beef, that's fine by me, my nine speaks by me
Mocha sex rise me, with nine steel by me
With a mind that thinks as good as these
You might still have a chance and live as long as me, but
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
You don't really wanna catch a slug from me (no, you don't)
It's best for your health you stay away from me (but, you won't)
And you don't really wanna get in beef with me (I bet, you don't)
So it's best that you leave and don't mess with me (you might, lose your soul)
[Buddha Monk:]
Each day that I wake, I look death in the face
I'm ain't signed up for that, but I gotta push these bricks
Need chips, need whips, need a chick, need a wish
That I didn't have to live this life I live
But I had to get this money, so that's the price I live
So life might give, so I write off with the gift
Creep when the sun set, bulletproof vest, slug poisonous tip
Monk voided by papes, clip off, tell me who did it
No co-defendants, it's better when the God did 'em
Win with, new jewels, new presidents to, that I took from you
Pops taught me the golden rule, stick and move
Bust him in the kneecaps if he's bigger than you
And no chicks on this earth really belong to you
For what it's worth, they pick and choose
Don't be a fool, suck it up, make your moves
Never let them see you sweat, nigga, cake and rule
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Time to set the record straight, niggas
Daddy Warbucks, what the fuck, niggas?
This the one right here, check this out
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
You don't really want none, what you want from me, son?
It's useless to go against us, you will lose, dunn
So bring all your bad men, we deal with all your bad men
It's us against the world, and we will stand firm
[Buddha Monk:]
How dare you try to defy, the Daddy Warbucks is alive
Since you do, this the night that you all come and try
I'm ready to ride, ready to fight, and if it's war against me
Then fuck it, nigga, I'm ready to die
Ain't no mission big, ain't none of your clips that big
My nine enter anywhere, get rid of any kid
You talk like a gun ho, but you dumb, like your Dumbo
And your pockets is low, you rubbed out like Play-Doh
And I don't need no permission, nigga, I spit out the nine
And believe, nigga, it'll show my intention
I dig what they living, kill what make children
Big niggas is spitting, the unfinished dimensions
So you don't really want none, but you talk like you want some
Don't let the nine return that ass back to the essence
Let this be your lesson, it ain't where you from, nigga
It's just how you bust your fucking weapon
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
Aiyo, you don't really want none, because if you did
You wouldn't send your man to do your shit
So do you want the war, dunn, I don't think that you don't
I don't think you can stand toe to toe with me
What happened to your bad men? What you thought
I wouldn't show for this war, be ready for the war, nigga
Be ready, cause it's on, man, it's the last man standing
So ready aim, fire all your weapons
And Brooklyn ain't no scared cats, it's blazed where you live at
Say where you get at, tell Rae where you hid it at
We don't give a fuck, dunn, it's a life of a bad man
You heard it before, hearing the news at four
So prepare for the war, Daddy Warbucks is the law
I told you before, it's made men at your door
So get law, or get raw, or get tore
Ya'll niggas know don't fuck with my laws, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
I don't need nothing with balling, I need my niggas all in
So we can move on these niggas like the invasion of the martians
What you looking at dunn, what you laughing at, huh?
How bout I bitch smack you in the face with the back of my gun
And you can put up a fight if you really think you gotta
But is it worth losing your life, when you know you ain't gotta?
Well alright, let's fight, let's get it on tonight
I'm BK all day, where we bring hot things to life
And start right, cake ice, baking soda, things right
Duc-Lo blue and whites, tuck made drugs right
62, a nigga face right, if he try to get in the way
Of me feeding my seeds for the night
Coo-koo, that's the call to get rid of you
Go to war with any of you, yo, murder all of you
So if you want the war, dunn, bring all your bad men
I deal with all your bad men, kill all your bad men
[Streets:]
Remember them lovely nights, you would hold me tight
Tongue me down, make love to my soul at night
Squeeze me tight, tell me that you need me, right
What happened to when you said I would be your wife
I put my all in you, baby, hard than chips
That keep you laced up state, working hard and shit
Money in your commisary, I was called a fool
On the strip, go to war, do it all for you
Nine months of hell, gave birth to your child
Put my career on hold, was it worth my while?
Always, did my best, to keep you with a smile
Daddy said you wasn't shit, wasn't feeling your style
I kept it real with you, two years, enough drama
Harassed two years, by your other baby momma
And I still stay, by your side on hard days
Lived my life for you, baby, this the price I pay, come on
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
You're all that I need, I be there for you
For rich or poor, I be here for you
If it's beef in the streets, I'm a ride or die
Til death do us part, I be by your side
[Streets:]
Yo, I think back to all them nights, that I gave you, my shoulder
Came out the shell, even got a little bolder
Told you how I felt, how you made my heart felt
With all the stress in ya life, held you up like a belt
Everytime you was hurt, I shed tears with you
Even hid you in the crib, so the feds couldn't get you
Broke down when they shot you, loaded up my pistol
Ride or die, chick, they don't get this official
I would die for you, that's word to my son
Hold you down, when you broke and when you out on the run
Be the one, care for you, when ya times of need
All I ask for return is your loyalty
When I'm in the studio, I ain't in no catch face
I'm thinking bout you, getting home, can't wait
To see ya face again, everytime, like the first
I'm here for you baby, for better, for worse
[Sample:]
I told you before... you're too big
You're getting too big
The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big
Now you're going to go to work for me and first thing
You're gonna do is go back on the street
You're gonna kill that brother of yours
To cool off, and I want no more attempts to pull our people off the streets
[Babyface Fensta:]
Once Upon a Time in America, the Usual Suspect
Incarcerated Babyface, triple X
Stick a black and white, gangsta limelight
Disciple of the street, I serve fiends, with TNT
Out, lick a carnasaur, Hennessey, Vodka, Moet
Bacardi, females love Alize
Then mary Tihauana, for 21 years
Never smoke dope, sniff coke, pop pills
Or bang my veins, leave embalming fluid for dead people
Grew up respecting the cold
And hating the snitch, learn, at Somers Junior High
Never be a sucker for a bitch
Like Noodles, bend her over a bench, and drown her
In puddles of cum, four pounder, poom-poom
The guns in my slums go rump-a-pump-pump
At fake thugs who end up testifying
[Chorus x2: Juice (Drastic)]
(Now what you need), team got all of that
CREAM, what you call us at
Came to get your quarterback
On the scene where the ballers at
(On the block with the cordless jacks)
Seeds, we don't call 'em back
Fiends drifting on the raps
They dream the dream
[Juice:]
Firecracker, red whip, drunk driving, high as a kite
Nine in the night, hand on my nine, why even bother with life
Get in my way, you going with me, does it matter whether heaven or hell
I question religions, anything better than jail
No one to miss me, hell, my wife don't kiss me
Behind my back, people they chat, in fact, they whisper, they shifty
Luck missed me, doing a buck 50, I-9 music
Feeling my car, while I'm unlocking my belt
How all this felt, I'm doing wrong, I can just melt, so I moved on
In fact to this gun in my hand, and these, thoughts in my head
Far from a new song, and life remix, see, under I stand
Feel the breeze from the porsche when I spin
Before it's headed to Florida, officer said 'freeze'
Please, I can't raise a seed behind a glass box
So I pick a coffin instead, and this'll be my last stop, poetry popping
Impregnate your population with flow...
[Chorus x2]
[Drastic:]
I'm a hustler, so I do hustler shit
Give you a g-pack and crack the bitch out on the strip
Cause I'm always on my grind, ain't never stressing a bitch
But I'm known for pushing bricks and emptying clips
Leave you dead in your whip, with your head pushed back
Let it be a fact, nigga I, blast what I aim at
Ain't shit sweet, nigga, ain't shit fair
If somebody gotta die, then it's you right here
Ain't a game round here, we get it down round here
Don't be a fool, and get laid down round here
I thought I told you, we don't play around down here
Put it on the block, then we shut it down round here
Dump rounds round here, loud sound round here
And please to leave, we kill cops down here
So realistically speaking, there's a war down here
And Drastic be the one, setting it off round here
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
Does the appearance of this cat, make you think I'm scared of death?
Does it look like pussy's written across my chest?
Then place your best, I'm Brooklyn, you shook, when we get it on
You cooked when I spit the alarm, fuck the talk, let's get it on
For the love of dough, hoes and house holding
Car notes, baby clothes, kin folk, I spit at folks
You reap what you spoke, as the heat coat your throat
Now your speech impediment nigga, leap with no talk
I ain't gangsta, but nigga, I gangsta shank frame ya
For the survival of the streets, all the east thoughts to flame
Here's a heart of gold, that's now turned cold
My back against the wall, so fuck all of ya'll
Trying to coach from the sidelines, only grieving one line
If you don't know what I've been through, stay the fuck outta mine
That's so you don't pass the white line or I will remove enzymes
One scene to the mind, lost souls left behind, damn...
[Sample:]
I told you before... you're too big
You're getting too big
The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big
Now you're going to go to work for me and first thing
You're gonna do is go back on the street
You're gonna kill that brother of yours
[Buddha Monk]
We wisemen, shut down your slot time for fronting
Investigate new spots, to keep them dead pres' coming
You wanted, a life time of dark coles, dark clothes
Hitmen, marksmen, that creep when the night's full
Stake out your area, barricade your door neighbors
Lockdown 5-0, with a scope that hide low
Shut down Verizon in a thirty block radius
Love holding hostages who believe in athiests
Who baked this, a nigga that's great at this
Step your depth, wishing then, watch you laying there breathless
Do I fear death? Please, a nigga cock and squeeze
My four-four ends beef with all enemies
And that shit that I'm drinking make me care even less
About how many bodies, I done put to rest
No cold sweat, no doc checks, just me and my vest
If the clip starts, slash a nigga, across his neck
You got a deathwish, huh? You wanna bust yo', huh?
I get-get jive, rush two to your side
You wanna stop my cash, that means no, lab
Got bitches with no ass, a nigga please, kill that, nigga, I roll
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
We roll, in Brooklyn, it's Brooklyn
We roll, in Brooklyn, now you know, it's Brooklyn
[Buddha Monk]
I don't sleep, I take precaution in every gun pleasure
Send about four-five slugs, through your iceberg sweater
Ring the alarm, it's Jeffrey Dahm', when it's on
My bullets are Hannibal'ist, eating through you animals
And you can't hide, from this firey heat
Where the rain is from sleet, they still got eternal sleep
Look, man, this nigga here, done shit in his pants
Tears in his eye, asking for a mercy on his life
But not tonight, he knows too much, this kid's gotta die
Leave a witness, kid, and you will get life
I swore before my daddy, on this day that he died
If it's beef on the streets, I'mma roll on it, right, nigga I roll
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
[Intro: Buddha Monk (Fung See U)]
(Yo yo, fuck that, these niggaz talkin' that bullshit out here, man)
(They bitch niggaz, man) Yeah yeah yeah, don't worry about it, Fung
These niggaz ain't sayin' shit, yo check this out (fuck them niggaz!)
[Buddha Monk:]
This one right here I'm a throw down for y'all
Just because I did that, don't mean I care for y'all
Brooklyn, nigga, the town of Biggie and Jay-Z
Where both of them made money and now, of course, me
Steppin' up to bat, ya out before ya swung
I don't have rap cyphers, I laugh at rap cyphers
What I need? I need to get in here and spit this quick
So I could get thirty thousand closer to get gettin' rich
Lampin' on the Island sippin' Hennessey and Red
That's just for a vacation, I'm a live B.K. 'til I'm dead
And fuck bein' iced out, I'd rather live in a nice house
With my seeds, could smell the sea and not worry about goin' out
Still bang, still sell them thangs
Still clap at ya man, still first on ya man
It's B.K., baby, and that was one take
[Beat kicks in]
[Intro 2: Buddha Monk]
Yeah fuckin' young bucks
Y'all can't fuck with us, nigga
It's Team Elite, what?
Buddha Monk, first see major, nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
Make me Elite off the Team, nigga, my blood dirty hungry
Thirsty fuckin' horny for the love of this game
The streets ain't my fame but it's whole top aim
Sell raw 'caine, live, cry, die, change
And remember the name but you can't you're at aim
Divin' from them things, survivin' from them things
Whoa now, don't get too cocky, it might change
Just cause you with ya man, ain't a damn thing changed
I glide for these rocks, re-up all my weed spots
And please trust, Team Elite ain't far with the heaters
All we need is us, take G's and bust, roll weed and puff
You sleep then indeed, God, you will trust
When I came in the door, I said it before
Don't make it a homicide, lay yo' ass on the floor
And Brooklyn don't care if y'all niggaz is bad
And Brooklyn don't care if you die by my hand
It's... keep ya mouth closed, live life long
It's... it doesn't matter who's right or who's wrong
It's... Duc-Lo, some niggaz gettin' it on
It's... duck five-oh, bust at them rascals
On the F.D.R. switchin' lanes, bustin' back, liftin' the pain
You got one, did his man, dropped him, get around that van
Well done, dunn, he stashed the car so they won't find me
And trial me for any one of those Brooklyn robberies
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Who's there? (Nigga, I don't know, I don't know)
Who's there? (Nigga, I don't know, I don't know)
[Fung See U:]
Welcome to Hell where cats survive off crack sales
Where ya fifteen in the jail cell and can't make bail
Where there's so much gunfire it's foggy city
Where cats release shots off a raw intensity
Where motherfuckers like to get dough, live low
To plough, pull motherfuckers out their car window
My city dark and gloomy, ain't no sunshine
Unless you lookin' down the barrel of a bloody-ass nine
Pick up a package, on the Mason Dixon Line
Guided by the angel of crime, I'm in it through time
I'm not a role model, I just sip on forty bottles
With my nigga Rilo reminicisin' about The Apollo
The monument was shaped like a bullet that's hollow
That's why I envision myself never ever seein' tomorrow
My niggaz stretch from D.C. to Brooklyn
When you hear "SUUU! " you know who the fuck's in command
Welcome to Dodge City where the ex-mayor had a crisp hand
And wouldn't serve a nigga without, a bird in the hand
Let's go, the black commando, the inner-city Rambo
Leave hoods in shambles, who the fuck wanna gamble?
We don't talk where I'm from, we just, roll and get 'em
A bunch of niggaz yellin' "Brrrr... high high high-stick 'em! "
From B.K. to the D.C., my niggaz keep it grimy
Beef is where ya find me with a whole bunch of crimies
[Chorus x2: Shake-A-Vel]
We On Point Niggas, roll it down in the hood
Ain't no rappers like this, from your neck of the wood
Representing Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough
Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough
[Casine Kelly:]
Cops harass me, chase it down, try'nna bag me
C.D. on the corners, stay cause I got a gun on me
The big boys, locking you down, these blue coats hum on
FBI, lurking around
Searching for the most wanted, whoever done it
Even if it ain't you, they frame a few
In central booking, or Brooklyn housing, Riker's Island
Crime shooting up like a job, that's why we violent
Dirty getter New York, suffer trials and tribulations
And they rock, O.P.N., O Press Nation
Be a roll model, wanna be, but I can't
Caught in the streets without a chance
(Shake-A-Vel: hear the sirens and ambulance)
[Shake-A-Vel:]
Be on my pedigree, Shake-A-Velly ghetto celebrity
Been On Point since the '80's, what you telling me?
Green Hornet, they call me Hornet cause I'm Green
Anytime a nigga get murdered on the scene
It's strictly for the paper, that shit could kill, you know the deal
I represent from Bedstuy to Brownsville
Buddha Monk, O.P.N. colabo, killa connections
Getting dough from Connecticut, all the way to Texas
Flexing, taking over niggas sections
Cross my click, make a nigga toss you quick
Talk is notion, yo, son, we forcing shit
It's pass time, you said the same shit, your last rhymes
It don't impress me, I'm smoking Nestle with Capo and Pesci
305 Park, where the best be
Straight and they rocker, since a kid I've been playing with poppers
My murder one niggas do you proper
I gave rules, to the militant man
That chop your body up, disposing the parts, never see you again
Run through your weak little team, like Black Dracula
Causing a massacre, O.P.N., spectacular
We hungry for blood, my whole team is nothing but thugs
Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves
Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves
On Point Niggas, what, what, what
(Casine Kelly: It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, shit)
[Chorus x2]
[I-Born:]
Check me in the tri-state, I erased getting weight
What ya drugs for, slaughter slow, scholar brain throbs
Scream with ya toast out, style like slang hanging
Out in the dope house, pop pipes with the mouse, in the same line
Hang glide, my ad-libs, and dive in the rip tide, that rip inside
Box like cubicles, on street corners
Mourn my last line, corner moonshine
Code name is street signs, fuck you, pay me
Cheddar, couple keys of the raw, whips, keys to the door
A broke nigga, like splitting, son, zip guns
Swiss pants, low tops, I'm a park romance, cancer
Serious with a wish, break limbs for a fifth
And can't dance, two step to the rhyme
Hustle, the Soul Train lines
Pray fast and hate quicker, cause a sucker blast
Rock 'em to to sleep, love with them fiends, hate me
Sky, I'm the future, where clouds die with Spacely
Shut up ya MC's, circle stank breathe, flirting with death
Walk on the streets, be easy, pussy
Thorough thoroughbread, congrats to the I
Swing a bat, hit a four five
Do or die, doing drive
[Buddha Monk:]
In the heat of the night, I grab mics or bust guns right
Take a life, never think about killing a nigga twice
It's the thug life, who want it, I'm nothing nice
Slug a nigga right, hit him in his hat with my twin pipes
It's all out war by G.O.D., down for seven scores
Wettin', for him of course, fuck it
Two tears, then you duck quick
My repertoire, take the money, leave you with permanent scars
I was born with nothing, and I still got nothing
But until I do, the next victim might be you
I come from streets, where holding the heat, ain't nothing sweet
Bloody ass nightmares, and no one cares
It's all good though, throw on the vest, armed with four-four
Then duck low, and make sure I'm clear of the po-po
What you don't know, I'm surely headed for the back door
My getaway, grab the money, then peel away
Check the rear mirror, looking for that red picture
But the faster we move, the image only gets dimmer
Slow the fuck down, looking for house, there's no one around
Stay quiet off a show, we all going down
Can't have that, my black steel, ready aim and bark back
Stay close, or my slugs won't tell you no
Complete the mission, stay away from the white pitching
That's the way we move in silence, a bad boy in violence
[Popa Chief:]
Stay off the radar, banging with the guitar
Better ya sit to par, Duc Lo in the strip bar
I bumped into this dancing chick and her name was Caviar
Only richer cause I knew star
From the bottom of my shot glass, saw more than ass
Zoom, reaching for his cash or his gun in his bag
Sometimes I feel like somebody's watchin' me
Got a trick for a proof, disappear on the same slang on 'em
Bang on 'em, get ghetto James Bond on 'em
I ain't seen nothing, I ain't heard nothing
First thing, don't let 'em know, know last name is nothing
[Dungeon Masta:]
Eh-yo here's the situation, my name is Joe Ski
Rap niggaz hating, I won't face defeat
Parasites waiting to deflate me of energy
Running, hunting a V, in my vest with no fee
Was gonna get the trees, stay on point for the enemy
Death to the mothafuckas, niggaz ain't shit to me
I can't afford to go back, man
Talk so much beef so what you kidnap him
Hogtie him and duct tape him
And if you try to catch me I'm escaping
The D.A. don't want me in music
Like the way they locked me down in the drug game
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
And I ain't got no privacy... ohh ohh ohh
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
Oh tell me who can it be? Ohh ohh ohh
[Silkski:]
My patience is gone, know where is he?
An eye for an eye means a new identity
Fingertips cut cause the feds are befriending me
Fifth to the rib cause it won't be the end of me
Stash a leaf in the bulletproof
Grab the heat in my shining Brooklyn Zu
Sound like my faith is gonna die from my infrared
Cause we all little shivers or bullets scared
Oriental mocassins cover my feet
Skimasks, vests, black gloves and gold teeth
Still scoping a nigga from across the street
But once again, feeling the agony of defeat
[Buddha Monk:]
I was raised where it's drawn
F.B.I. got taps on our phone, rats in our homes
Slugs worth life time, knife work, three consecutive nines
Fight scenes, grateful for mines
I'm Duc Lo, giving songs of Picasso
Still watching my house from crime mafia boats
Now more horsey, more horsey
Partner you ain't got no wins in mi casa
Your land of the dreams ain't nothing but dreams
Get up off yo' ass and get that C.R.E.A.M.
M.O.B., nigga, money over bitches
Snitches get lifted, clipped from ya slipping
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Ha-humph... ha-humph... ha-humph
Alright...
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
So you wanna be a gangsta
Walk like a gangsta, talk to like a gangsta
Shake fifty on a stranger
Hold ya head up and do things right
Fore this type of life will sneak you in the night
I had no choice, I had to be that gangsta
Delete fake gangstas, scheme on anyone who's gangsta
I didn't want it but I was forced with this life
I'm from the ghetto so it's a part of my life
So I fight...
[Crave:]
Yo you think you gangsta? I shoot at you chumps
Catch me gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts with Buddha Monk
I'm a marquee playa, spark the, haze up, and a, Garcia Vega
Stop smokin', that's what the surgeon general urges
But I'll smoke a nigga, off the general purpose
Pockets full of money
And niggaz, be's in my business cause I'm around they honey
Now stop it, fore I pop clips at you dummies
And leave, be in the tropics where it's sunny
Crave was in the dark, but now, I see the light
Attitude like "Fuck tomorrow, I might not see tonight"
Nowadays, cats, don't even fight
They just shoot you, leave you leakin' on ya Nikes
When I get on, I'm a make crazy wrong
Then fire crackers like an M-80, gone
[Chorus]
[Delta One:]
Beautiful girls in them thongs
To all my niggaz that work hard like "Hang on"
Y'all niggaz wanna be like Ol' Dirty, baby, hear me on
We play, no games, we handle them thangs
Everybody wan' bang, here's a rope, go hang
Listen, I exorcism rhymes when my thoughts break out of prison
Who is the shizzle hang out with his SupaFriendz them?
Yeah, call 'em my menacle, you get tackled
I crime beats with my rhyme scaffold, hazardous but natural
Certain thoughts'll leave you baffled
It's different from that though, type of shit that kinda laughs at you
Listen my nizzle, avoid gettin' hit with the utensil
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk:]
Take this Brooklyn holocaust, low key any cross
My Elite Team force bringin' noise at any force
Don't bluff the hand cause man, that's yo' ass
Don't know what it takes to be this man
(Could it be slangin' the drugs, bustin' a slug at any mug
Or duckin' the cops, takin' a shot, robbin' the spot, nigga?)
It's all above, I gotta do whatever the fuck
Daddy made no chumps, let's take the gun and then bust
(Well, I hear that but what you gon' do if they react
You ready to go out and watch the blood fall out, nigga?)
I'm goin' with that, nigga, take 'em out
Grab him by the neck and put a gun in his mouth
(You sound like a gangsta) You wanna see if I'm gangsta?
(Nah, I wanna hang with a gangsta) This gangsta bang with no hangers
I don't wanna reap what I sold, I pull the heat then Duc-Lo
(Oh, I get it, you don't want a cat like me to know, so I'll go)
Don't even talk about it, get ya shit now, nigga, and go
[Buddha Monk]
It's the Buddha Monk with that slang that cuts
All you other MC's, it's time for you to duck
Other than the Wu, it's who, I know your crew
I break out on that ass, like glass, mixed with glue
You crazed, never amazed, with a name, you crave
I come with that roughness style, that never fades
You fucked, and you ducked, and you're hit with the front guns
Niggaz should have told you that you're shed of luck
To fuck with my shit, I'm that MC who's a killer
Carried by the track, gonna be leavin spine chillers
Let's get wicked, cuz your style is addictive
It makes me mad, I grab my fuckin biscuit
Dangerous fish, take these looks, and don't approach this
I leave many wonderin, whether I'm God-less
This drama, I drop shit like atom bombs
and if you touch my skill, you're the one it will harm
Why do you want a name that doesn't even fit you?
I'm bustin out with actual facts, your style is wack
Here's the run-down, I'm deadly like a virus
Breakin down foes like the colonize pirates
Why you wanna test the 'chuz?
Like the fourty fuckin beams, what you niggaz wanna do?
Huh? Shootin thru your town, nigga, lay that ass down
It's the sharpness of this tiger that moves with no sound
See me get raw with my sharp-core style
Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
See me get raw with my sharp-core style
Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW!
Comes from far, but hits very near
It's the one and only, War, things and just peace no more!
[War]
Gotta get the fuckin gauge, cuz niggaz actin stupid
Time for the War to get hype with rebel shit
Bodies droppin, like rain falls, that hit the ground
My sounds breakin hard from the Bronx or the Brown' pound
Avoidin oppenents, niggaz lookin hard and wonderin rocks
I rock knots, and blocks, with my nine, glock
So ease back, War comin thru with the army
If you had Bambino family, you still couldn't harm me
I strap your shack, like I keep your fuckin shipment
War gets civil, react, like a mad villian
>From Sing-Sing, bets that ass and have your things hang
An eight plus one, son, no shame to my fuckin name
The murder plain, who's to blame? What's my name?
War child, son, it's time to rearrange your fuckin face
You're a disgrace to my races
The ghetto nationality, you nimble, cuz I aced it
[Buddha Monk]
See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style
Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style
Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
We're not finished yet!
You are now about to enter the realm
of, the Spiritual Assassin [echos]
[Spiritual Assassin]
Yo, it stops, leaves your brain
It's not stimulated to bring the pain
I got 'em dazed, runnin thru mazes
without flippin the pages, choppin heads off for ages
Assassin's technique, your grave the punishment
In the light, eyes close, and accurate with the slice
Fightin fear, streets in here, clear
Speak and chi is deep, deep in a vagina
For attacks, gangstas backwards, so I creap up behind you
Like ass, MC's is gased off of diesel
So it's target practicin, with you fuckin weasels
Over the top, your only zone is to get dropped
Wesley Snipes, but I'm the sniper, thirty/thirty
And rust leaks is dirty, it's on my fuckin bullets
Now pull it!
[Buddha Monk]
Ahh.. watch out, here I come with my Deadly Venom
Shootin thru your town like that old Bruce Jenner
You're runnin, lookin for cover, but you discover
I kill like atom bombs, there's no need for deep cover
My missile rocks, flood watch, I missed spots
I'm sure off to return, like Backland suffered germs
many fall victim to the madness of my chemistry
Blink one time, and I'm bound to demolish thee
Ahh.. it's the killa straight from the villa
Riddler, peddler, mind cell dweller
[laughing]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
So, as you enter the realms [echo] of Manchuz [echo]
There are too many chambers for you to enter without your crew
We lock down, states to states, nations to nations [echo]
cuz this is a Wu-Tang Killa Bees creation [echo]
[Intro: Free Murda]
Yeah, U.K.
United Kingdom, Lil' Free, Sha-Cronz, Tory
Popa Wu
[Chorus x2: Free Murda (ShaCronz)]
Yo, we touch niggas
Hush niggas when we pop up
U.K. will I get you shot up
(If you keep the blocks hot, throw the glocks up
Let's get this money son, fuck being locked up)
[Free Murda:]
What don't kill us, makes us stronger
Niggas believin what they ain't seein
Wanna be what they ain't
Freedom or death, leave in a slink to get you aired out
Runnin through the P's, get it cleared out
Niggas wonderin, what my whereabouts
The same shit, don't wear out
Peep my dress codes, niggas fear it now
Lil' Free tear it down, where your chest at?
Killin me, nigga where you gon' rest at?
Here, hot one, test that
Pop one hit you in your mess cap
Playin the buildin, don't hit you
I'm slayin your children, grief in the night
Hit you with the heat in the night
One day while you chillin, have you sleep with a knife
Sleep on me, and never wake up
U.K. will never break up
Gangstas I ganged up on your a banged up
These lame ass niggas, my name's known to lay ass niggas
[Chorus x2]
[Terra Tory:]
Drop like acid rain, niggas seem to drown in the fame
Many clowns in the game, holdin a pound of aim
Get you in the Range, fish turn strange
Burnin the FDR, switch your lanes, times is changed
Everything ain't goin the same
You holdin the fame, control and maintain
Soldiers invades, stay in your toes, guard your frame
All praises due to the God, that's why the world came
Step back, that's why the fuck they call me Jet Black
Consume purple haze in the Ac'
U.K. creepin through cracks, reachin for stacks
Leave you leak, lead in your back
Party's we crash, duke smash dudes that act fool
Aimin at y'all rap crews, like these, we snatch jewels
All about the CREAM, nigga Cash Rules
U.K. always shine, every time we pass through
[Chorus x2]
[ShaCronz:]
I flow bent, watch me get rid of y'all Rovers
I'm laced with action, make it happen durin critical moments
Make drama, say what I wanna say on tracks
Game strong, just coped the new Timbs, grey on black
Most toters, every New Year I spray on that
Me and S and B on roofs, de-ray on cats
This money, an inheritance, it cleanse my evidence
Shyheim run the reverends, been through pain ever since
Cats get juiced up like fruit flies, don't hesitate to shoot guys
Who thee? You're too hard, guns fully-loaded like the news vibes
Sparkin what they publicize, all lies in this
Kid, get in your skills like soricus
We don't play, we buy the bitch
U.K. survive the trick, we claim but never lie to chick
Cronz never hot as snitch, my object not to kill blacks
But I still pack the gat, my Tommy Hil' slacks
I will, I peal caps, feel that and keep it movin pa'
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Soundrome... Buddha Monk, huh?
Wu-Tang... Brooklyn Zu
This is hip hop in the making
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
When I say hip hop, ya'll say movement
When I say bullshit, ya'll say new music
Hip hop, movement, bullshit, new music
The shit's gotta change, bring the hip hop back, man
[Buddha Monk:]
The game is fucked up, it ain't hip hop
You get two dollars for ya hard work, huh?
Shame on you, they play game on you
Back in the days you get shot for fucking with the hip hop
There was, power in the message, DJ backspinning
Breakdancing, gold chains, Hail Mary medallions
I missed the truth, the bombdibomb
Diggy, diggy, dang, the dang, punk skilly skilly hip hop
Man, now it's rapid change, diamond rings
Chicks giving head in the back of the Range
The sex game's giving hip hop, what? A bad name
Young ones on the street, selling cocaine
Rappers lost it, we're the cause of it
We getting stamps, for we let that bullshit born
We sit around, letting the days go by
Cake go by, and didn't say a word about, why, tell me?
[Buddha Monk:]
It's I for sure, who leave blocks and bleed nots
Don't need the cops, if need by, believe these rocks
My team don't need evacuate cash and beef with spots
Like you bleeding for ya life, with a strong breathing from ya heart
G wind, down ya crew, wipe the smile off of you
Whip the smack from the ruger, knocking the feeling out your tooth
Turn man to RuPaul, name now boo
Your safer that way with the bitch now you
Games I don't play, I take aim and spray away
Shortness, what is the total population that way?
Stay out of way, I don't mind deleted mistakes
With gun aids, that clear ways and leaving ones brainless
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Ya'll don't really, want it with us
But do you think that you want it with us?
My squad love dealing with all you thugs
We don't play that, just cock back and lay men
[Buddha Monk:]
You a bad boy, cock that back, blast that ass boy
I lift ya shit for real, so you get it up, boy
I got them thangs that turn bodies over
Pull out the ring from that, that make bodies soil
Show ya'll real love, but ya'll covered in mud
But you said she was a real thug, before you real fuck
Leave no witnesses, so they can't say who killed what
That thought under the rug, from the top of meat slug
Fifteen to what, man, we do nuts
Cause anything under the sun, gets the short from my gun
This is how the east was won, we creep, never run
Lick my sheez in anyone, ya'll really don't want none, huh
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
We roll in Brooklyn, make that ass a soul in Brooklyn
Body parts might be what's on the stove cooking
Tender meat looking at, good looking out
No evidence, gloves on, so no central booking
Only drugs tooken, plugging your women, counting those dead presidents
Head to the next regiment, for the cash settlement
Red Cross them Blue Shields, hardly in lotto
20 inch wheels, I peel from the kill, I dare someone to squeal
Then this be another kill, no reveal, only blood spill
Yellow tape around the kill, detector filled with donut meal
Me watching the news, hate you
Can't make a face for the kills, so they wait for another kill
[Buddha Monk:]
Two thousand and three, and I'm still a slave
Trapped in a world where you're slaved to get paid
What happened to the thought that we shall overcome?
When the police is clapping atcha and you don't have a gun
You still picking up cotton? The machine helps the day
Stand in front of the bus but you still got to pay
Cross at the green and not in between
Smoke outside and not inside where people seeing it
We innocent people, dying for this war
We don't have the land, Lord do I deploy for the war?
Yet I stay chained to the floor
You take the air, safe from it all
Alot of you use religion to take dollars from the poor
United Negro College Funds and a whole lot more
Pay the cost to the other side, do ya taxes
At the end of the year for making it right?
I see no change with Rosa Parks on it
Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King on it
I might as well stayed at the back of the bus
Why, cause still at the front, a slave is what they want
Yet, I drive through the valley of the shadow of the devils
Suburbans with the twins on it, they still got to handle
And so I scramble to be a street pharmacist
Without the man handcuffed to me, I'm still a slave
[Chorus x3: Buddha Monk]
Way down beyonder, I'm going
Way down beyonder, I'm going
[Buddha Monk:]
They locked us up when we try to discipline our kids
But we gave 'em birth, what the F is this?
Triple x's all around me
I ain't skin off my head, walking round, saying 'kill the white meat'
What's this shit? We all look alike?
We all think alike, so we all get it right?
Whether you got Guess on, you still a slave
Whether you got Gucci on, you still a slave
Whether you got Jordans on, you still a slave
Whether you wearing contacts, you still a slave
You ain't got President's Day
You ain't got the day of the unknown hooded soldiers
You got my fellow Americans, shoot to kill
If one person don't listen, just finish him
I ain't got no panic buttons
Semi automatics with the infereds on 'em
Nor do I have Federal Bureau Investigations
For killing once, a damn good nation
Let me not speak so close to those
Cause close to those, will get my death ten folds
So I slay on my live long days
And pray my children don't live this way
Yet I'm still a slave, trapped in the world of a slave
I'm still a slave
[Intro: Naki (Black Venom)]
Yeah, '99... yo, yo (you know I feel, crazy)
'99, no it's my time to shine (It's the Brooklyn Zu)
'99, no it's my time to shine (men on Remy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (we got that Remy on rocks)
What, what, what, what (Manchuz, The Ninjaz, Lil' Nak)
Yeah, yeah (how you moving son?)
[Naki:]
All hail Naki, bang with Monk, girls stop me
Never stressed it, when I'm doing my karate
Mic and a pen, you think I'm a sleep, come and try me
Hit clubs, they not me, it's my world, like Bobby
Gettin' nasty, now fools wanna knock me
Getting tipsy with Remy, man can't stop me
Get the g's lit, like John Gotti
Front and get smushed cheesed up like chron' shotty
By any means, yo I bag mommies, see his little posse
Can't wear Armani, rock the Versace
When you see me, you praise me like Gandhi
Getting Marley money and chase like Biggie, gettin' jiggy
I know some people who would die for me, cry for me
Tell a judge, lie for me, niggas don't know I be
Naki, the illest young god in the industry, what
[Black Venom:]
I know Naki, the in soldiers, they suppose ta
Make me strike back, then attack like a cobra
Centipede phantom that moves like a testarosa
The person you be glad to see, look on your poster
I'm getting records, do as I slang, do my thang
Live like a king, boy, you hear my name ring
Got love for all my niggas up in the game
Hungry for this cheddar, like a lion untamed
Niggas had more time to shine, more time to rhyme
Now you hear me, and you out to take mines
I break it down, line for line, so forget it
And I know why I spend time here, cause I shit it
It's on now, who make you believe like a healer
Hard rocks get shot the fuck up but turn squealer
To my gray building, rest in peace, put a meat into my grimeys
Look, I'm lost in life all in these streets
[Chorus: I-Born]
Brook' Zu, lean on remy
Remy on rocks, semi on blocks for knocks
Let the goods get gots, son I sip when it's hot
Billy Bop, pot to piss, like I shit on shit
Iced wrist custom, break 'em off something for nothing
When they front on, bust 'em a twin nine cousin, two dozen
Clip spliff split, lick off, hit, see off
[Drunken Dragon:]
I put your brains on the street, the peep with the elite
Heavy hitters who break meat, break cheeks and wack beats
You act sweet to the cowardly lion, harder they moving
And the witch is started, you been hurt
But ya bank is absurd you heard, we taking over
Listen closer, blaow, that's the sound of my toaster
I'm banging in your eardrum, cock and cum
Leave you dripping from the side of your head, free the dumb
You dead, wondering why an MC like me
Grabs a microphone and call himself the G.O.D.
Cause the devil is my enemy, claims who I are
Like the man from Mars, Drunk Drag face bizarre
Meet me at the back of the bar, getting drunk
With my man Buddha Monk and the Manchu fam
What you didn't understand what according to plan
In this game called life, as we come into the light
[5 Foot Hyper Sniper:]
My mind, filthy rich, within the mind and shit
Like D.L. chip whip, shootin' out on 1-6, you know the clip
Hit a monk, paralyze him, make this world champ perfect sick
Should of kept his mouth shut, but he didn't
So I had to put every bullet in him
He laugh every time I put it on him
I said, I don't give a fuck, I had a ski mask black hoody on him
Igloo boost on him, timb boot on him
Bulletproof on him, hangers and walkers with ranch
Leaving fruit trees, wasn't scared to shoot
Know if it's the type loot, salute
That's the signal for the brutes
That touchdown like Terrell Davis, niggas guns is real
Like Avis, welcome Irie, C.E.O., out dave us
[Chorus: to fade]
[Outro: I-Born]
You did, when it's remy on rocks
Remy on rocks, remy on rocks
Remy on rocks, remy on rocks, remy on the rocks, rocks
Remys on rocks, remy on rock, semi on blocks for knocks
Brook' Zu, Brooklyn, bust 'em
Remy on rocks, remy on rocks, rocks, rocks
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Babyface here's the rum to get the party started
Tell I got the four-four, and now we all guard it
We walk with heat, ain't nuttin sweet on the streets
If you walk in the slum you get caught by the dum-dum
Niggas, what? Red rum, red rum
Murder is the mothafuckin case that they gave me
Red rum, red rum
Murder is the mothafuckin case that they gave me
[Babyface Fensta (Chilli Black):]
[Babyface Fensta:] I wanna hit some skins tonight
[Chilli Black:]
Aight, crook stop stealin
Thugs count your slugs, but ain't nobody killin
[Babyface Fensta:] I knew I got a chance, that bitch pant's tight
[Chilli Black:] L-I-Q got me flippin, feelin for a fight
[Babyface Fensta:] Wanna get my groove on, proceed the move on
[Chilli Black:]
Before the break of dawn, all y'all niggas is gone
Try to front and get torn, I'm at the door with the four-four
Vest in my chest, I'm fuckin livin hardcore, hearin...
[Buddha Monk:]
Ooh, baby I like it raw
War, things ain't just peace no more
[Chilli Black:]
The way I get raw, I gettin ready for a brawl
Suited in fatigues, shoot, size of livin proof
Robbin niggas ain't cute, but niggas needed some loot
[Babyface Fensta:]
I step to the street, what's your name? {Denise}
She had us with mass physique, and the cunt's magnifique
Ass is in check, cause the body's now wrecked
And I stepped, she was from the fuckin projects
Back to the party, to drink some Bacardi
Stepped to this chick, but her breath was straight Cardi'
Miss ladi-dadi, get off the wall so we can party
You see me scopin, your pussy freak got me open
[Chorus]
[Babyface Fensta:]
Control party masses, pass champagne glasses
Peace and love to the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Multi-chick, it's the Zu killa trend
Deadly with the pen, with the track he kills again
I'm layin my charm down, there's honies all around
My section, got Lifestyles for protection
Fuck that, grounded on asses gives infections
Time to chill out, for this alcohol session
[Chilli Black:]
16 cent, on this fuckin Alize'
Pour it out for my man A
Rest in peace, love, peace and hair grease
The drama never ceased, I'm rugged like a beast
With fronts in my mouth-piece, teachin niggas how to pimp
If I did it, I did it, you could be charged for attempt
Bitch stop pagin me, I'm not tryin to hear you
You wanna fuck my physical, meet Spiritual
I'm tryin to get Drunk with the Dragon
That one-night-stand got you braggin
Ya hot like a shot with the thirty-thirty, up the twat
I want a bitch that smoke pot, a lot
[Babyface Fensta (Chilli Black):]
[Babyface Fensta:] Dancin with these bitches got my draws all wet
[Chilli Black:] Yo the party just started, don't end it yet
[Babyface Fensta:]
We gotta go tell a (nigga go to hell)
There's crazy bitches waiting at the fuckin hotel
[Chilli Black:] Let me smoke another L and drink some more wine
[Babyface Fensta:] We got mad cash, but we can't buy time
[Chilli Black:] Son, it's only 15 to the break of dawn
[Babyface Fensta:] Let's scatter like roaches when the lights come on
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Thirty year... Shaquasia, Monica, Naela, Jasmine
Pay close attention, daddy got a little story to tell
This gon' help you through life
Go throught the situations I didn't have to go through
But I went through anyway
I want ya'll to go sit back and relax
And listen to what I'm saying, cause
This is very important, my children
You my children, and I love you
And I don't want you to go through this
Listen to me
[Buddha Monk:]
Yo, I live for three decades, added three times ten
That means thirty years I've been living in this world
Trapped by a sin, chased by my same skin, blazed at my same skin
That'll hide the load like a caveman
Waiting for the sun to go down so my feet can hit the pavement again
Didn't you know this be the day my life come to an end
Throw on the vest to stop the slugs from entering my outer complex
What's next? One bullet grazed my chest
Took off the skin, another one flew by
How I know? I felt the wind, no time for back up
Die behind a suburban black truck
Gun in the right hand, with the left hand supporting the bus
Objective is to get one then duck
Keep firing, nigga, til the white flag is up
But you know how blacks do, they'd rather die than give it up
Even the baby's on the street, surviving without a pops
That's the lifestyles of a nigga that wants to be famous
But it's sad that I have to say this
Your son was caught in the world of young and died quick
Moms crying with her hand on her hips, drool fallin' from her lips
Her son is on the phone calling six of his click
The situation is getting drastic, and savagely before the war is over
It might be ten more bodies in the casket
Oh shit, there's news reporters everywhere asking what happened
But everybody trying the Silence of the Lambs, not giving a damn
Same regular day with the same regular plans
But it's cool though, the streets talking
I'm still gonna find out who killed my brother Debo
Why? Because all they did, I'm still gon' be there
Yo, I'm a tell you like this, nigga, I'm a still be there
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there...
[Buddha Monk:]
Rain falls, streets never been so silent
Only thing you hear is the water dropping
And my feets bopping, from the rain showering
Went to my girl's house just to dry off
And she's laying in the bed from the loving I just fed
Not knowing when I leave her house I might end up with a nine in my head
But I'm still staying militant, wondering why my brother died
From the hand of a I'll minded delinquent
It's murder, sickening to my third eye
Moms is home crying, so why can't his moms be home crying
It's no more thinking about the same skin
It's kill this one, and kill again
Now it's back out on 7th Ave. and Lexington
You know where that's at, that's where everybody sell drugs and laugh at
But it's this night where you gon' hear the gun claps
Caught two of them, then Tracy caught one
Innocent bystander got it in the back, people running everywhere
Grabbing the next friend, saying 'come on, let's get out of here'
Blood scattered everywhere, where revenge never felt so sweet
But sometimes other people die just so you can get beat
Flashing lights everywhere, mom callying Jamie
Just to see if her kid is still out there
People standing around everywhere
Worst disaster that they ever did here
The night is still young, and two more thugs
Got to get caught by gun down, it's a little more difficult
Call Dre with the four pound, tell him to meet me
On 4th and Broad', now, wait til the last location
Where somebody last is seen and heard of
More black vans, black hoodies, black Timbs
With black gorillas in the rear
There he goes, don't give him a chance
To get to a phone and call any of his friends
I say to myself this is it, empty two clips
They bust back, but nobody got hit
This is for Debo, arriba, andale, they all gotta go
I'm finished now, job done well now
I keep you in my mind forever now
I spray the wall in memory, so the love won't go down
Stay strong, I see you real soon
But for now Debo, yo, I'll still be there
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
They just keep running they mouth
They just keep running they mouth
Ya'll cats get your watches ready
Cause this one right here is done in, you know?
The time is up, the last Zu, nigga
Duc-Lo Records, it's about to begin
[Buddha Monk:]
Yo, I, came with the melody, that slowly pierce the eardrum
Then added on the flow, that the God is only known for
And the radio, "New Music by Buddha Monk"
It was that, joint at the party, that made those titties jump
And now it's mixed with; 'now you caught my heart for the evening'
Yo, turn around, and look at those girls screaming
Man, was I dreaming, was it me I was finally hearing
Backyard parties and gin colored streaming
Check the billboard, it's number one on every shore
Knock, knock, who is it, hun, it's Buddha at the door
State of art on the wall, looking at the television
It's Buddha Monk receiving a Soul Train Award
Ya'll give him applause, can you come back and sing one more
Are you kidding, I was born to be on these hall of fame walls
Man... are you kidding, I was born to be on these hall of fame walls
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
I've been, so many places, seen so many faces
But none looks greater than the one you now facing
Snap your close up, I'm here to answer or refuse
Ladies show them thongs, niggas cock back your tools
[Buddha Monk:]
Yeah, it's true I'm understand, but after you hear this one
You gon' turn around and say 'thank God, somebody related'
It's Buddha option, take a good sniff down your nostrils
Cause for sure, this one right here is hot too
It's that, backdoor gospel, made from the most dirtiest streets
If you stick me, get two-two slugs, just got you
So if you with me, huh, cause what I got planned for this rap game
Is to take over the shit and make all ya'll lose ya fame
I'm that warrior, and I came to take what's rightfully mine
It's Zu time to shine, and the bottom line, clear the path, nigga
Or you gonna feel the nine, and this ain't
Just one of them rap niggas just to make a rhyme, you know?
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
Giving the lime lights, for the best shit you heard tight
Play it around the world, I'd rather dance with the girl
And fuck manage tois, I want a mansion and the bar
So I can get drunk and like those nasty ass broads
What you think I'm playing? When this rap game is changing
Nah it be the God here to pull all your cards
Don't get tossed around, you put a gun in any mouth
Yo, shut the fuck up, they ran that ass from down south
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
Haha, Duc-Lo Records, about to begin
Agent Stealth, Buddha Monk, Mr. Tibbs
North Star, my nigga G, can't forget the most wanted
Look at the list, K-Blunt, 5 Foot Hyper Sniper
[Floorless:]
Yo, real niggas move up, fake niggas stand where ya at
Guns so big up, you get shot in the front and land in the back
You plannin' to stack, these cannons'll clap
I light you up in your sixth with ya chick hand on your lap
I never hate, I'm always first to get my hand to a cap
My reflections is too quick, I got the hands of a cat
So don't reach, I rap, homeboy, I don't preach
Next time you hear a gangsta flow, talk and don't speak
And don't think about rapping while I'm here, you won't eat
I'm 18, great flow and gray beam, don't sleep
Fake or real, I'll show you how to take a deal
And if your flow ain't sick as mine, I can make it I'll
I know fiends in rehab that still baking crills
Beating flows like giving a tred of vacant mill
I'm too nice, this kid'll roll trips with two dice
I've been around twice, pulled trips in two nights
[Chorus x4: Floorless]
Real niggas move forward, fake niggas stand still
Real bitches shake that ass, fake bitches act real
[Floorless:]
Yo, you'se a gangsta, go 'head, prove it to me now
You got a gun on your waist, go 'head, use it on me now
I wish a nigga'll act up, while these tools are in me now
The last that tried it, dead, plus his jewels is on me now
Close range, his uzi's on me, now, I told him that I troop
Up and down the block, with four pounds, and uzi's on me now
Nigga I scoop you up, and leave your cuggi on the ground
Unsolved mysteries, make a movie on 'em now
True bitches understand us, fake bitches don't
Cause they don't know what the plan is, most importantly
Flow far from what they man is, way better in fact
Your girl leave you for me, she may never come back
I'm a show you how the kid do, and how the kid blew
Promoting crack to rap, I do not kid you
Kid you ain't on my level, talking bout you chilling
Shining all day, you ain't on my bezel
[Chorus x4]
[Floorless:]
The real niggas, ya'll know what to do, fake niggas, you to
Real bitches, just tell the fake bitches to do what you do
Teach 'em how to hop on it, ride cock as well as you do
Let 'em know that I'm daddy, and they ain't no time for Fubu
Now that's real, ain't nothing fake about this
Ask my mother, she tell you ain't nothing fake about Chris
I've been through the struggle, and players, I done injured a couple
Whether they came in for dolo, or they in to the cuddle
It's nothing, so simple to touch you, stay headless
You in the game, let's see if you can play headless
I'm real, and that's that, I put my life on the track
And I'm I'll, and you wack, what you writing is crack
Plus I'm still, one of the best, with a gun and a vest
And you still, one of the floppest, with broken guns in your closet
Money in the bank, trust me, I open up son deposit
Take back until the next track, hold his mother for hostage
[Chorus: Politic]
I'm raise my hand for the people to see
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
Block to block, building to building, city to street
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
I, raise my hand for the people to see
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
I, take it to trial, let 'em set you free
Under oath, I pledge my allegiance to the street
[Politic:]
I power, follow the rules and laws of the block
And never talk to the cops, even avoiding the box
And I vow, to hold the spot down, even through long trials
I skip the green mile, wearing a smile
And I promise, to always acknowledge, all those involved with
My quest to be the best in this class of audio phonics
And I guarantee, it'll be me, passenger seat of the V
When you cruising the streets, chasing for green
And I confess, I'll always have a shoulder to rest
Your head on, when things seem wrong in the mess
And I can see, if you ever test my ability
To kill a beat, then you gon' learn a lesson indeed
Cause ya'll can't stop 'em, he's chart topping
Politic, waves in a season, like when the top spit
Flow with a twist, got a stroll with a limp
Got hoes and I don't pimp, if you ain't know, I'm the shit
[Chorus]
[Politic:]
I'm Captain Hood nigga, specialize in giving bitches good figures
Play the cut, rolling up skunk, catching the hood picture
Highly sought after, as a mack and a rapper
The one most cats don't wanna lay they flow after
Not your average, charasmatic rapper on a power trip
Hollerin' how I light up the block with icey cables
It's a hood thing, not big wheels and wood grain
Fresh Timbs, jeans, fitted hats and on a hood lean
Hood treat, braids with a hood sheet
Fresh line, doo-rag, get a hood breeze
I'm a hood prototype, get dough and flow right
I bag hoes, fresh to the toe, that's what I like
[Chorus]
[Politic:]
Yo, I done been around the hood, since the hood been around
I vow never to talk, even during a trial
I pledge, I always hold niggas walking the ledge
I swore, I never beef niggas over no whore
And I give my part, yo, I ain't try'nna bag
I'm trynna show love, that most thugs, that smoke and rap
See, I done seen niggas wind up in the coffin for leaking
Corporate secrets, all acts of treason
Losing they grip, loose lips, sink ships, that's why
Walk with a limp, play the cut, and flip
I don't even act like the mack type, I just rap right
Spit flow, get dough, pimp hoes, and that's life
Cause honey's, they be hawking, but I don't trip
I just, brush 'em off, and hop back in the whip
This for the wave caps, fresh Timbs and Gray's hats
White tee's, rolling up trees, hop in the hay sack
[Intro: Crave]
(This is the collaboration)
This is the way we walk in New York
This is the way we walk in New York
[Buddha Monk:]
We moving darts, (hey yo) so don't move too close
Cause the darts we throw might turn ya ghost
It's Brooklawn warrior, battle cat, shogun
Destroyer, major in, tearing asses and limbs
We don't give a fuck, what click ya claim
To us ya lame, same rap, changed around, doing ya thing
But as long as ya don't claim that ya better than I
My slugs won't have to penetrate, right there, through ya eye
I move with caution cause caution won't let bleed
Inject, lead to verses that elite any team
It's Born Universal Divine Definite, nigga
Hot ass raps that burn, through ya ass quick
[Crave:]
I'm the type, that'll, ram through you bastards
Have ya bitch Waiting to Exhale like Angela Bassett
I leave ya man in a casket
Switch the guns like Nas in Belly then I ran with the ratchet
Y'all about to face a bitter end
Like when, Tony said "Say hello to my little friend"
I got a will to win, and, I catch attention
Like I'm marching through, with a million men
How real is him? Take a double take, look again
I been nice, y'all need to, push ya pen
It's C-R-A-V-E, you couldn't play me, if you copped eight CD's
[Chorus x2: Main Event]
Peep the steez, black Timbs, green fatigues
Black bubble NorthFace when it's zero degrees
Cop and squeeze, especially if ya watch on freeze
Drop ta ya knees, before I put the glock to ya spleen
[Main Event:]
No matter the time, no matter the weather, my pockets get cheddar
Seeing chicks get wet like I totes umbrella
Refusing to lose, breaking up rules, smacking up fools
Taking my time, analyze the choices I choose
Changing the game, living my life, ice in the Christ
Fucking with Main, you sleep and Bush is paying the price
Rolling a dice, taking a risk, knowing my rights
Starting of fights, ghetto girls on bed sheets and bikes
[Popi (Che Logan):]
Who am I? The one, the time, the rhyme, the nine
My gun, my mind, I'm deep, we creep, retreat, we won
Elite, we heat, the streets, defeat, the Sun
(Roll out) Throw out the speak to shake ya Jeep
(No doubt) Any weed you blow, we keep the 'dro
My nigga, weak beats you flow, son spit it, come get it
We pure, one sniff (ugh), don't forget it, we dope
The shit, equipped with stress, regrets and visions
(Man listen) I walk and talk when money's involved
A grifter, no problems, little sonny can solve
Fuck ya waves, cause only thing spinning
Be the rims, slim and the gun it revolve
Yo I walk these streets like (I wish a nigga would)
Fuck with my team (I wish a nigga could)
Pop pop (What's that?) They shooting (Bust back
And that's the end of they little gun rap)
[Intro: Juice (sample)]
Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("Killing is the way")
Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("That's what the future holds with me")
Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("Killing is the way")
Lot to die from, lot to die from, yo, yo
[Juice:]
Yo, at nine, my first time handcuffed
Six years later, my first puff, I thought my lungs would bust
An I'll ride, my thoughts gun hoping the day would go good
Four dollar ticket, done bought a couple miles for my hood
I'm reminiscing for myself, my clothes flooded with smoke
My blade left on the shelf, don't need the heat in my coat
Ever since they shot Prince, I look at shit through a new
Frame of mind, my time is running, hourglass in the Zu
I rhyme stories, categories, glory written in blood
Flows, covered like drugs, excite the brains of thugs
And insurance, stick to fast life, I'm busting the clutch
In the dark I'm like a flashlight, too bright to be touched
Mics holding, words chosen to pick them words from my seed
Forty five is me, the other five percent is from weed
I can't mourn, keep my hands on, triggers of life
Expand on, different plans, on to ripping the mic
I'm out of controller, or a blunt roller with pain
The devil's advocate, representing this game, to gain fame
Thugs blood in my vein, suprisingly I stay sane
Splurging to kill, my mind is still collecting from bail
[Chorus x2: Juice]
I got nothing to live for, but a lot to die from
Whether it's pussy cops or a live gun
I can walk the walk, but I decide to run
This is my life, my life
[Buddha Monk:]
On this world I shit, no holds barred
Yes, I test, I, the cap twisted to the left side
The life I live, shit you lucky that you breathing
And the badder it gets, I keep the nine to keep breathing
A lost soul, with right cause, to take gold
Right cause to break fool
And the Hennessey got me a little tipsy
So cover your knees, nigga, before I make you nipsy
Russell, check out my avenue, where gats flash at you
Smoke in the air, blood on your Pele suit
You got stress, try a nigga that got six kids
Where one did did it, with six women in it
No time to stand on the corner, singing this is for my homies
Blow me, real niggas that gat, and come with me
I live by the day to the day decisions
On who did me wrong, and whose worth lifted from my song
Yay I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Fear death, why? When I'm just wearing a vest
And my daddy died, he didn't make no chumps
He put the gun in my hand said 'pump the pump-pump', decisions
Decisions...
[Lee-Major:]
Yo, I ran with the best, I made plans with the best
I know heads that slow G, and die with the rest
So big up your set, and hold your composure
So when five-oh come, you can blast them from over the shoulder
You know it's over when I start spitting them shots that fold ya
Even my sons know I don't mess with lame soldiers
It's BK style, the whole ave., foul
Slap ya DJ and tell him, play this, now
I make time stop - you lame crews
Acting like, I don't have perfect aim tools
So cock back and bust, we one and all
United we stand, divided we fall
[Chorus:]
Now we came here to party and to turn this mother out
So get up on the dance floor, let me hear you scream and shout
The Zu came here to party, let me see you shake that body
If you ever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass
[Verse One: Buddha Monk]
All my enemies, let me do my thing please
Do my thing, do my thing, do my thing
What's the Brooklyn Zu? Buddah Monk that's who
Hit em over hip hop right back to size 2
Fuck your crew, nothin new when the god comes through
Cut your momma one time, make the people say "Ooooooo"
It's professional, hip hop, murder to the shack
Who want it? Step your ass right up on deck
We can scrap over verbal combat, styles like a gat
You been murdered once you seen the cassette or DAT
That's a fact, never slack, move forward like a mack
Kings of style black with my rhymes laid down on wax
Who's next, take a step up in this verbal combat
Catch a smack from this Brooklyn Zu artifact
Take your wack style right back, put it in your pack
Now I'm goin insane with my Brooklyn Zu train
[Chorus:]
We came here to party and to turn this mother out
So get up on the dance floor, let me hear you scream and shout
The Zu came here to party, let me see you shake that body
Whoever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass
[Verse Two:]
Yo niggas is confused, lost in the mind of my pews
There's nothin but havin a battle and
To have your fuckin rhyme staggerin
I'm sharp like a javelin bein thrown
Like baseballs I'm crashin through windows in twin homes
Snake venom, I'm much worse once up in em
One dose'll have you comatose
While that nigga's gettin ripped from the throat
Scorchin hot thoughts, shoot the rot plot in your forts
So you're shot down, had a seat bought
Tryin to flow, yo
In a forest we harvest with element ninjas
Strength ingore pain when it entered
Watch your fuckin style get tested
When I cut I leave behind dirty ass infections
Now choose your muthafuckin wepaon
35 boxcutters sits in the midst
Now blessin The Manchuz with my secret songship, Zu
[Chorus:]
We came here to party and to turn this mother out
So get up on the dance floor, let me hear you scream and shout
The Zu came here to party, let me see you shake that body
Whoever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass
[Verse Three: Drunken Dragon]
Nigga banish you in verbal combat like Johnny Cage
Fuckin with the beast unleashed like Primal Rage
Turn the next page, it's another headliner
Manchuz stalked out your wack show like Mel's Diner
I'm the giggalo a.k.a. the muthafucker
Start the new world order and here's the chloro, huh
Too much intelligence to borrow, you're short mad cash
I shit on niggas so hard water splash on my ass
Graced by an inch, I was smoother than a hustler
Crooklyn Zoo trussler, musty cattle rustler
Gut and bone crusher, dragonfist bizarre
[Intro: Juice]
Again? What the fuck? Uh-huh
On the track, right?
[Juice:]
Buddha and me, we the nicest, we don't need that ice shit
Head from half dikers, jollies of all sizes
No prize for second place, while I'm the hypest
Haters came to cypher, mack 10's, I light ya
Lay pipes since minors, game tight as plyers
Ashtma, I'm still high in project risers
Street kid disguisers, doorag crisis
Timb construct stylist, rhymes run through ya houses
Roof blown off, survive of the soon laws
Bulletproof cocoon door, Brooklyn shoot the tools off
I overheat excite bikes, one by the spine right
Two hundred a seat, keep niggas on they feet
Reach six feet of N speed, left that in the streets
Understand my street speech, we be in on easy
Grimey under shiesty, divided by greasy
Highly flammable, burner, bust my attitude, b
Not much to fuck with, don't press ya luck, kid
Trust me, nigga, hey, you can do worst
I have ya whole fucking family layed out in a hearse
And I don't like guns nigga, better run nigga, go, go
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
La-la-la, la-la-la-da-la, laaa-ahh
La-la-la, la-la-la-da-la, laaa-ahh
La-la-la, la-la-la-da-la, laaa-ahh
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
What's this town represented by me? It's Brooklyn
Bring the war on, niggas I suggest that you throw ya vest on
I love this shit, settle nothing less than it
Cap at you assholes, clack clack on you assholes
Shit, you critics don't wanna see my clips or
How many times I just flipped yo bitch
It's a stick-up, stick-up! Don't ya get up, get up
Now you know you done fucked up, right, right, right
And you don't care if your quitters is mad at me
I love to, walk the streets, carrying heat
I love to, fuck with freaks in the back of the jeep
I love to, bounce to a moet hit this on writer's sheet, let's go
[Lee-Major:]
Yo, what? What? Run kid, run!
You should break North for thinkin with your's
Send out track signed sincerely harcore
Throw you in a choke hold hoe, smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock slips
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from a six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
Huh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two squigs
Three pulls then pass it back, don't even ask me why, black
You may act, sane, you make act, shady
I think he's still goin crazy over his baby Hailey
Go 'head Hailey walk slow, my slow flow's so remarkable
The rap attract until MC's come so I could spark a few
Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like 'em Fossils
What a rascal, triangular when I'm verbal head-bangin ya
This style, lean on poles and watch heads fold
And bang their pins like it's the same session
So call the best that you know, uh, I'm numero uno
Number one, hoe, whatever language you know
You could've been my ace or my I'll, we go through cases to beer
Right now you goin aces of fear
So it's a rhyme fract', don't turn out the lights
And beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night
[Chorus:]
"Play y'all niggas drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me" [x3]
"Cause I be on, I be on some new improved next shit"
[Drunken Dragon:]
They call me Darth Vader when I'm invadin your space
Raid your area (Yo Bazaar hit 'em with the mace)
Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fake
The platfrom shake, I'm like a human earthquake
Feel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power lines
Short-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mind
I heard too many rhymes slackin, too many MC's be lackin
The skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)
My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow's the maddest
Your style is the Pips without Gladys (HOO!)
Light-Brite, these MC's be writin wack rhymes
Claimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time
(Yo they lyin) I'm out firin, yo Puff you be
While you poppin shit I'm puttin nuts up in your girl coochy
I roll the mic up in the Philly
Smoked it, now watch these MC's get silly
From the contact, Dragon, I rip mic's tight
Poppin coochy in the daytime and lyrics at night
Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop
Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped
[Chorus x2]
[G-Note$:]
Ain't no mothafucka like me...
On some next shit, holdin laser three-eighties
Givin laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playa
I'm on tracks hustlin my pen, I'm a Nigga With Attitude
Like Ren and Dre, keepin verses gangsta
And I teach my little couso's how to spit verbal ammo
That I had Flex on they dick and bomb shit up
When my squad rolls up, it's Nuthin But a G Thang
We keep raps potent, that's a gumbo thing
Whodi!
[Kendra (Buddha Monk):]
Got y'all niggas on ya back like I'm a fuck 'em in the V
If you see my cheetahs, China rings overseas
(It's the darker slower kamikaze gun totin
Bust a rhyme, first one with the Hennessy, drunk totin)
It's motion on stage, put niggas in a craze
Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte
Hell raise, find ya by durags (durags)
You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast
(We never knew that our slang would cause too much impact
On the Devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)
Nigga's tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kids
Tricks we live, catchin licks, all in the demon's grip
Need I say more? Blow up Buddha-God, the stage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two of the greatest captors (Yes)
We bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask us
It's the BlackOut, bum-rush!) You wanna get stupid?
(Cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)
My corpse is a RZA from a Killah or nine thriller
Passin by Mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga
(So who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine)
Acidic, my rock frequency like Jesus in Palestine
(Packin nickel-plated chrome nines
I design lines to the burn-freeze minds)
Cross the River-Jordan in Timbs to get mine
It ain't a mothafucka like me! (It ain't a mothafucka like me!)
"Play y'all niggas drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me
Cause I be on, I be on some new improved next shit"
[Buddha Monk:]
This is clutch-the-mic night, Mike Tyson of this fight
(Cham: you want war?) Throw ya gloves on, and let's fight
Brooklyn K.O., Crown Heights gun ho
Duc-Lo picasso, you clapped twice if you don't think so
Bad to the bone, going back to a girl being boned
I can't eat, then you won't make it home
I Team with Elite, Zu through these streets
Ninja your man, with one swing from the hand
Rhythm a sound clash, D.I.E. the sound man
If the feedback is in my hands
So ring the alarm, Duc-Lo war is on
If you can't stand the heat, stay on when it's on, word is bond
[Chorus x2: Cham]
For all my niggas who be living ghetto fabulous
And all the playa haters, who just wanna fuck with us
I send 'em by the fuss, mind & body dust
You try to disrespect my crew, and then a shot'll bust
[Cham:]
If you see the killing, and mi ready for the war
Me gone, me got it, in my house and in me car
Niggas try to test me, they not know who we are
Me infrared lick you from afar, war
You punk muthafucka, Duc-Lo, you wanna test?
Squeeze my machine and leave my copper in ya chest
Now left me out, in me bulletproof vest
Excuse me while we light up my cess, Buddha bless, yes
All my niggas all ya holla, if you gotta make a dollar
Duc-Lo all the crews, we follow making G's and adios
Ya'll all know about me flesh, make the meter quite the best
This my album, gon' make 'em write the checks, next
[Chorus x2]
[Cham:]
Bad man, the killer... gun low, Duc-Lo, I the conqueror
Oh Mr. Buddha just a singa what ya seed say
[Buddha Monk:]
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs that make the other rappers hate
It's all good though, I wrap up, like Freddy Knuckles
Throw in the blows, do ya Hollywood shuffle
I touch you, clap once, clap twice, out ya light
I'm G.E., I bring gun elect' to ya life
So run now, here's a slug to slow you down
To where you go, where no man has gone before now
I'm the sands of time, and you done stepped on this landmine
That means, I deal with any that fuck with mines
Spread the word, Duc-Lo, the new Star Search
War to an A&R; if my vibe ain't heard, that's my word
I deal with those bodily fluids, and
3D a shot, to the Time Life book
Gun vibe, Brooklyn's most newest doing it
I ain't new to this, I stay true to this, what, niggas?
[Intro: Preacherman]
Oooh, as the world
As the world, keeps on turning
[Chorus x4: Preacherman]
As the world turns, so does love
[Juice:]
We first met at the boosters, it was you who introduced us
Juice this is Susan, Susan this is Juice
Playing tunes on the stoupe, at first sight we was cool
Out proving, dusty like an SE coupe cruising
Hit me on my deuce, we can meet up, smoke some weed up
Stress the d up, push the d up, hit the back, hit the lab
Shit relax, put you feet up, sip a Zima
I ride the burgundy truck, she push the Kia like a X5 beemer
Got a mean strut, breezed up ultra color
Smelling like cocoa butter, most will love her
Yeah, my size two mahogany, eyes blue odyssey
Five two possibly without the shoe, fatal
Smoking like barbeque, no obstacle can stop me, how I got to
We link like AOl, in sync like cable
Eyes hazel got me hypnotized, realize it's the one
Switch my drift, and my mind, it flips
[Chorus]
[Juice:]
I should of know better cousin, seen it coming
Let me find out my best man and wife, I'm bugging
I got my nine, but let me not jump to conclusions
And clear my mind out, before I really start to just shooting
Temperature's rising, escalator's style
Is my chick coniving, just the way it sounds
Got me heated like my engine running, and there's no telling
When revenge is coming (let me catch my breath)
How can I be so facticious, my voice melon old soul
Victoria Secret, back in my dome, thinking 'oh no'
One in the heat, kid four-four, got to keep it ease
Until I know your whole reason, jesus
The cards you dealt me, destiny testing me
Possessing me, to put the neck to his neck and squeeze
God help me, this is not healthy, belly empty
Heart full of anger, wanted to strangle her
But I can't, cause I need answers
[Chorus]
[Juice:]
Now this is all mind boggling, brains foggy
And I burnt out my holigens, in the range following
Puffing, bumping Dave Hollister, something to come
With this bottle of Southern Comfort, I'm hollerin' (but you don't
Hear me though)
Back to my story now, here we go, can we stop
At the Marriot, turn down my stereo, valet took the keys
To a jeep rental, wondering what could she be wearing underneath that trenchcoat
Free cop the suite, I'm thinking 'yea' you ain't spare no expense, ho
Out of mind, but gave her time to get upstairs, though
Had some time, said a prayer, grab my nine, get his gear
Get this clear, I'm not gangsta, this is fair
But I gotta know, do I got a hoe
And did my best man cross me, then he gotta know
Stomach lick a full, til I'm pulling, put out to go
Gun I fumble, stumble out the car, but I didn't lock the door
But I dare po to ride me, yo, eyes low as I stroll
Through the lobby, bro, elevator door open and I slide through slow
Emotions about to defy my soul, and inside my skull
I ain't been this heartbroken since I was nine years old
And it's funny someone so hot can be behind this cold
Suite 1-0-9, I gotta define my roll
Let my mind explode, no mercy as my mind is zoned
Blood thirsty in the worst way, kick in the door
Let my hurt spray...
[Chorus]
[Hook x2: Preacherman]
Said I'm tired of the games
Said I'm tired of the stress
Said I'm tired of the pain
[Buddha Monk:]
Guess who's back at his best, armed for the war
Bring ya best, it's new world order, Buddha Monk
Glock in my hand, locked on every man
The Brooklyn street pharmacist, taking anybody's and I don't give a damn
I sold to ya man, bagged up the dope, then cut 'em by the throat
Then send 'em up the river where Malik got smoked
More blood in the water than a fish in a pond
My bitch bleeding when she getting it on
It's BK, AK-9, semi auto's and grenades
Knives, razors and switch blades
And, fades, dreads and braids
Smoked in the park, in front of the dark, you play
Bullets with no intent, hitting innocent kids
At the stand with lemonade, Duc-Lo when the World Trade became a fade
Got rid of pounds of hydro and purple haze
Just to get by for the day, man, it's no lie
When I tell you I seen more heads fly
Than Prince's mother screaming when doves cry
People praising King Selassie Ah Judah Allah Buddha
Crosses, hail maries
Candles with seven African powers, witch craft
And all that shit, shit, nigga
My dick in the dirt, I got no time for that shit
Stay guard, move forward, extra clips and no drip
This world is mines, I take what I need
No need for asking, I blaze for what's mines
Keep it real muthafuckas and hold the nine, who want it?
[Chorus x2: Fat Joe sample]
Y'all wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
[Intro: Mr. Harvey Wall Banger]
Uh... OK... it's the Wall Banger
("One of these is for keeps... yeah")
Uh... Buddha Monk... uh...
Listen...
("One of these is for keeps... yeah")
Aiyo
[Mr. Harvey Wall Banger:]
As loud as the golden seas I lead ya army like Colin P
Posin' Jehovah, 5 million
My mind like circumfrance, guided by the facts
You can't react off assumptions and survive like that
There's a time to speak and a time to sit and listen
A time for reminicin' and a time to plan ya mission
I'm a rhymin' embalmin-ist, fit a killer description
Killer fits a rhyme, my mission a ballertician
Cultivatin' the state which relivin' by creatin'
Poetry praisin' God that's obliteratin' Satan
We got mass poverty, gutter class poverty
A fightin' minority, barricadin' the armory
Wannabe Sean Connery, double 0 6in'
Pullin' 187's, buck figures didn't listen
One Brooklyn, I'll rep Brooklyn, I'll die Brooklyn
Get it on Brooklyn, kids at Brooklyn and wide Brooklyn
Like Atlas, God of the ancient Greeks
I'll hold the world on my shoulders, the other 8 in my feet
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk and girl - singing]
So you wanna try and get up?
If you try bet you gon' die by my trigger
From the Brooklyn streets where shit ain't sweet
Escapin' from the heat and gunfire of the beast so don't test me
[Mr. Harvey Wall Banger:]
Yo I sit at 93 million miles from the Sun
Bringin' forth the true existence, the knowledge of one
Supreme bein', by MCin', mentally freein' the dumb from unawareness
You're now seein' clearness
We gotta gather a righteous nation
Bring ya mind to the realization or face annhilation
I taught my brother
You must first save the mind of yaself before tryin' to save the mind of another
Some food for thought, my lyrics 21 ciphers complete
And undiluted, powerful gun'll suit it
My woman is refinin' and my daughter is fresh fruited
Father of time is I illin' and let's do this
Smoke when I'm stressed through this
Used to starve from breast fluid
Now I speak science and give 'em tests to it
Better yet on net, the struggle of my format
12 jewels shinin' like Medina where I'm born at
Come on
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Harvey Wall Banger:]
Who framed Mr. Wall Banger, rival for allies
He'll gradually rise, Sal-ly's, corner del-I
Bold face, empty cash registers, dome safe
No trace, return to the hide-out, show tapes to the whole place
Like a presentation on ShowCase
The BK assassins, puff at slow pace, Arnie Mill is on the case
Stuck on clueless, not witnesses to the crime committed
To prove it he did it, police put it down, how the nigga admit it?
Ally, gave the description to the Jakes and you fit it
Interrogatin' him, bullshit lawyer narratin' him
Meanwhile they upstatin' him, license platin' him
They even put him in a worse section
I guess a man gotta have a complexion for the connection
Uh...
[Buddha Monk:]
If you ruled the world I'd be the king of all kings
And make sure everybody just swing them things
From Brook-lawn to Tuscan, Duc Lo with two guns
Prepare to bust, ya shook ones, damn right I eat ya quick, son
The bom to bom to bang to bang diggy, gimme gimme
If ya move that's ya ass, hey!
It's the greatest mic spitters, heavy smoke sippers
Sixteen bar rippers, can't hang? Then dip you with liquor
I was born, in this rap thing and I'll battle anybody who say it ain't true
Man, you wanna battle me? Uh... six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, and uh, six minutes, six minutes, uh, six minutes
Six minutes, man, ya diggin, ya on
[Major Deegan:]
All aboard to the last stop, hop the train, a new lots taken
An L to the head, lemme see what you got
The way I shoot the gift, there's no choice but talks
I bust shots, when Major drops kids are shell-shocked
Welcome to the b-locks, tight grill with the g-lock conceiled
C-ops player hate cause I get off just like Bill Clinton
Phat rhymes I be spittin, y'all niggaz stay bitchin
Hold up, yo stop, look and listen to that shit y'all be kickin
Startin off every song with that long ass intermission
Now I stay hittin, Wallabees and biege linen
Me begins these while me still hard if ya lit it
It's a big payback, Major or independent
Record label, then I merk like Sable, Black Entertainment
Then I'm not leavin off cables, check?
[Layza Life:]
L-I-F-E is hard as hell
Battle anybody, I don't care, you chill
I excell, Zu never fail
Better go and tell Layza Life to rock
I translate, formulate style great
I be the wildest mothafucka outta New York State
Hail the great, all I see, my mindstate
Murderous track Killa Bee, early or late
Come with that, break back style type shit
Rock the show six minutes, doggy count my grip
Hold it down, with a stone fist, takin no isht
Cuddle up, under a sheet, sleep with fish
Hit any pitch any nigga throw, every nigga know
Done with the Zu produced by Duc Lo
Bet you will know, Medina Gods take no shit
Layza beam burn cornea cells with hot spit
My glock hits, bullseye, sound boy dead
Man fuck with Zu, man rudeboy dead
[Dunn Verbal:]
Eh! Didididididadiday
For all you sucka MC's, won't you please come out to play?
Cause styles of y'alls, I could spot an imposter
Focus like pair of binoculars
Lift you off the Earth like propellers of a chopper
You niggaz spit it improper, get no nominees for no Oscar
Enforce, Dunn tear the block up
Un's make you evacuate the premises, destroy them villages
With my lava, spit on you niggaz like revolvers
Don't waste ya time and ya health tryin to bother
Hold it down with my niggaz and by myself
And the X on the target I mark ya
Might have an iced out appearance
Everythin you have goes like a liquidation clearance
Flows and words stuck in ya tongue, can't come out
Cause you fear this, all you square niggaz need to hear this
This is real serious, make you go through series of this shit
Capture your hot ear, let you hear the bullshit you kick
What are you stupid? Wanna get shot dead by this ghetto Cupid?
Won't show you no love, I show you the gat to prove it
[Lee-Major:]
Dig it, dig it
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head (Hahahah)
Flipmode on crews like Decepticons
Smack the head off of Voltron, rip off his altered arms
Drop a bomb, pom pom, sing alongs
Let me snatch the emblem off his chest so you could hear the sirens
Man down, where ever I'm in, surround sound
Bet now, rep now, clear it, select now
[Drunken Dragon (Lee-Major):]
Yo come get some, you know the outcome
I beat yo ass boy (You really don't want none!)
You checkin on cash like ASCAP
And blast at any MC, if you'se a phony, unmask that
When you come around me, technically I'm bugged
Nobody bought ya album, I bombed ya fan club
(Yo what his name was?) Who cares? No buzz in my eyes
I swat flies and stomp roaches, eyes ferocious
Dragon approaches, burn players and coaches
Cheerleaders and doljas, I came with soldiers
To the game, play and tell boy, catch a sharp elbow
Fatigue overalls and nines in the velcrow
[Chorus: Lee-Major (Buddha Monk)]
Problems (They're legendary)
Problems (Duc Lo)
Problems (Don't fuck with)
[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Get prepared for the Buddha Monk
You wanna get high? Roll up the skunk
Ladies and gentlemen...
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, turn this shit up, man
Turn the mics open... turn the mic up, man
I want... I want the mic... I want the mic to shake
The mic don't even sound good at all
Man, what's up with that shit?
Each one of these niggas try to say a rhyme
They don't wanna work through that shit
KnawI'msayin? Niggas gotta learn how to feel that shit...
If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth
If you can barely hear it then you need to go
[Hook x2]
[Chorus: 12 O'Clock]
It's a Buddha Monk show
Brooklyn Zu niggas slumped, high off at Duck Low
[Babyface Fensta:]
Nosy wails tales from a High Plainz Drifta
Bounty Killer, most wanted villain
Dead or alive, to survive we strive off gun smoke
I toke, the Colt forty-five
Desert Eagle, rips through cerebral tissue
The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin
Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit
And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes
Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window
Niggas lovin hoes, lickin their toes
I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose
Niggas is a joke, I take a toke of the lye
And all the batty boys go boom bye bye
[Chorus]
[Chilli Black:]
Simply fucked up
These niggas spreadin rumors and get touched up
By M three-eighty-oh, Musa on the low
Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile
With chuckers, you know it's time for some pound to go
Now suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book
Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put
Bop shit like like liquid lips, spit like Mac's spit
Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit
The God can't slip, I hold the weight above my shoulders
Fake toasters get bust back and still in the holster
[Lee-Major:]
Don't play this shit backwards, it goes "MC's lack this"
Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where I yap this
Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du'
Doggy, he's Wu, he's the brand new craze
Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed
And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days
I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays
Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades
Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me?
Diggin in the Crates to write this sawed off biography
While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly
Cause you know the Gods be, I be new born to this, see?
My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to
Live off this and your shit too
Gods Ezekiel, do a due to live proof through
My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you
Dig into my chronicle, so I can unbondage you
They let you see what they want you to
But things is right in front of you
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Ladies and gentlemen...
[Buddha Monk:]
Yes, we leave your brain demented, these God-bodies invented
A skill of Resident Evil with no follow-up sequels
My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you
Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people
It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through
Schemin for the CREAM, rejoice in the Land of the Dreams
Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthworms
In holocaust you must learn to speak your devil terms
Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery
What you ought to do genius is stop karma like Twelve Monkeys
[Chorus x2]
[Shorty Shitstain:]
I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe
I'm about to get everybody high tonight
You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95
My Cuffie tribe is mad live, people do or die
And I be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope
I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note
Have you up, really up like cocaine, you thought you could reign?
But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds
You could say I'm the lady's best friend
And when it come to makin lyrics, I will represent
Yo, climbin the charts like a cat
I'm rollin with mad clips and gats
I can't be stopped, like this is Shitty City
And my Zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits
[G-Note$:]
Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed
A hard task to accomplish, I'm a full definition of skills
Being impressive, one rhyme is selfish, it's known as relatives
Objective and goal, make an emcee concentrate
You're frustrated, when you examined
Vocals' movin forward, with left and right pannin
You're shootin tranquilizers, reach out as Spiritual touch
This Brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut
You picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrate
Got hit, your backbone couldn't hold the weight
Shit shift, like a burnt out clutch, position
Twenty-two yard line, you're out of fuckin commission
I'm fuckin up beats like Vodka from Finland, fatigue shit is green
And left them calm like they we're all ready
My shit is point blank period like a bitch bleedin heavy
Spillin over the same pad, from my month, befall ass
[Drunken Dragon:]
This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust
All you so-called crazy niggas still get touched
Son I thought you had shit locked down, look around
Manchuz took control of your stereo sound
Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing
Victorious swing like Lo Han's, son no man could take what I start
I keep the best for self, to get the poor part
Plus the boot like Columbus, S.T.D. spread like fungus
Touch hundreds, thousands, more than million
Oh no we're four billions, our way of light shines through darkness
I spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a gemini
What's your sign?
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Do we drop this? Play the game...
Do we drop this? Do we drop this?
Do-do-do-do-do we drop this?
[Chorus: Anesthesia w/ ad-libs]
You say you wanna play the game
And you wanna state your claim
You're living in your life of fame
And you wanna do ya tha-ang-ang
[Grime:]
I got hoes to shake and doughs to make
Niggaz act up and I've got bones to break
I'm supposed to take what's mines so I do
Mad fucking ass, big cash and Lex Coupes
The ice with the birds, the house in the suburbs
Ace out-stated to Brook-nam, we laced out
What's the point of beef when our shit stay locked?
We've got payroll cops and niggaz that run the block
More big stashes, chickens in the smashes
Gigantic bottles, lies everlasting
Fuck with the Grime and my mind is Zu
You'll be hanging on the rope, nigga feel the clips
See ya mans get fucked up and stuffed with chips
Now what? Can you taste the fifth to ya lips?
Now it's time for setups, dramas, fucking fed up
All ya haters enter, mothafuckas get beret' up
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Break x2: Anesthesia]
You've been in this game for so long
You know you've gotta move on
[Mozart:]
I stay in the mix
On the move so quick, the Sugar Shane miss
Can't find me? I'm probably in the lobby, liming
I'm smoking lime green spliffs the size of sugar cane sticks
I hustle weed, stash in a hole in the wall
While I'm outside looking for sales, holding the door
Block hot like an oven would be (so what?)
But I'm a do what I do 'til somebody puts stuff in me
Put my wild life on TV like Discovery
I roll for dolie, get bent like both knees
Squatting to leave the whole building smokey
I do the dew, don't drink soda
Stay armed like the human shoulders
Got you fooled thinking I'm innocent
When I take right to the crime like it's made by intimates
Ladies and gentlemen... (Dirt McGirt!)
[Chorus]
[Break x2]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Do we drop this shit? Is it funky for you?
Or is it madness? Is it real for you?
Enough hits, party funky for you
Stomp ya feet, makes it smell doo-doo
Rap changes, ya ass on it
Ol' Dirty mothafucka, Dirt bring out no doubt
[Buddha Monk:]
Eh-yo we don't want no problems, I ain't got nuts in my pants
But I sure now got the steel that make you do it in any dance
TV breaks critters
We explained on them why the heat takes and dead beats someone's face
You got a problem? Watch the nine solve it
You don't think I'll pop him? Watch the nine pop, BOW!
Nothing to lose as long as I'm rocking the tools
Shocked for the fool, who said it couldn't happen to you?
Eh-yo, Brook-lawn Chronicles shown on channel two
Smoke Jones and he'll beat bones, laughing at you
Pass the punani 'pon the left hand side
The nice dripping sperm left of the eye
Now you gone, ya crew's gone, what went wrong?
You said you some of the tough guys, ya so loose con
[Chorus]
[Break x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk (Ol'Dirty Bastard)]
(Roll back, roll back) play the game
(Roll back, roll back) state ya claim
(Roll back, roll back)
(Roll back, roll back)
(Roll back, roll back) so long
(Roll back, roll back) move on
(Roll back, roll back) so long
[Intro: Vex]
Yeah, I got you...
[Vex:]
Aiyo, I know you hear Vex squeeze your index, in sex
With techs, I define the, law of phy-sics
D.A.T.A., have you running a relay
On some he-say, she-say, my man, check the replay
Got you guessing, checks I'm blessing, manifesting
Playing double dutch with ya, large intestines
Bend ya throat, red your coat, leg get broke
Got ya to scream for the, stethoscope
Jump in the water, I'm raping ya daughter, making a slaughter
Caught a reporter, on channel nine, holding a nine
Right to his spine, blowing a dime straight to the mind
What yours is mine, ands what, mines is mine
You can't outline they crimes, for shines from rhymes
Fuck a nine, I use my mind, one at a time
From behind, I make you blind, laying in lines
A picture, is worth a thousand words, I must of fucked a thousand birds
Vowels and consonents, nouns and verbs
Three dimensions, knocking my loss like senses
I mastered off my senses, to beat you senseless
I board the fences, I need ta, find an escape
Jumped the fire escape, he hard top, faced from the tape
Nothing was said, when cops find you under the bed
Head full of lead, got shit lock, so pardon the dred
Got the cops feeling like royalty, the carpet was red
[Mozart:]
I smoke til I'm higher than managers, rhyme with no manners
You still'll get ate if I got the disadvantages
Should of brung bandages, from backing on bullets
You'll die from something cancerous, and I ain't an obstacle course
So don't pull stunts, or I'll be forced to kill you backwards
And shove you back in your mother's cunt
Heavy handed flow, and I never blow, Ty-Son
Pen in the right palm, but more of a lefty, the mic's on
Left you with no feet and no arms
Want more proof, I switch to southpaw, you losing a tooth
Practice your penmenship, loosen up, you too tense
Go change a dollar, come back, your flow might make sense
[Optimiss:]
Prepare for this, how you master Optimiss?
Triple team terror, enter at your own risk
See great intelligence, don't stand for no incompetence
Experimental chemicals can cause incidents
I'm at the window, scoping my hand, waiting for the signal
I'm track nervous, sweat, running down my cheekbone
Clear shot, land right on the temple, don't wanna be seen
I gotta keep shit simple, on my spare time
I clean guns and right rhymes
Mix on the envy, you get ripped in tech nines
[Babyface Fensta:]
Nigga, yo, he just came, smack the picture
Kodak moment, yeah, we missed ya
They said you got the time you did, cause you dropped dime
Feds don't play, counterfeit thugs get drugs
Gagged, toe tagged, body bagged
Yo, he was out to make a score, he wants more
Then witness protection, new name, face location
He don't want the label of a snitch
He from the hood, how that sound, it wouldn't look good
He gotta represent, strike a pose, up north style
Look, smile, he was wild, when he was locked up
Frame a portrait, his phone is tapped
Rumor has it, he was the leak, yo he bugged
[Buddha Monk:]
Slap the camera down, there's too much interrogated thoughts now
Face the death, eighteen rugs be staring in your depths
We spit masterpieces while you deal with telekenisis
Intelligent minds, on intelligent thoughts, only guarantee this
Bust a shot if you try to peep this
How dare you think you can move, when the gut'll just filling out his weakness
Clap twice at ya, if I miss, I sent the kite to get ya
And I'm snapping a picture, how beautiful they just did ya
Now you wish I never met ya, and ya mans talking with respect
Cause he remember last week when I just did ya
Ain't nobody seen shit, right? Right? Picture that...
[Intro: kung fu sample]
[Banging empty glass on the table]
Hey! Some wine!
[Chorus x3: Drunken Dragon (G-Note$)]
Yo, times is hardcore, we settling the score
(The strength from equality, God, the Manchu law)
[G-Note$:]
Yo, things will defined, your rhymes is killed, not together
A fifty two block is not the weapon, it's my sword
Peep the shit I'm connecting, regret the move
Pay the penalty, subtracting from your action
Hit the fucking chess move, mad block the area
Enter niggas fields and get bombed the fuck up
Like Hamburger Hill, who it may concern
And get burned, your company get back
And leaving it work, just like torture
Torching my character, makes things muthafuckin' worser
Headquarters cross like waters, infiltrated
Rob the snake, it's territory rapist
Front you right there, then learn the shit click
Choppin' heads, the significant
Pray for death, like I'm the dirty dozen
That's rushing, that got me cashed out
Like cousin, it's quick to buy it out
Like niggas in Iran, bombs are thought and
Created by the hand, expand like building with magnums behind me
Bombed the fuck up like a Texaco refinery
[Drunken Dragon:]
I don't need no motivation, shoot at my creation
Heart stop inside my brain, like mental constipation
I start the domination on your nation, causing hysteria
Dutch Master fusion in the area
Erase ya, fact the fact, you never chase Drunk blows like this
I'm coming hard with no tazer
Burn with the flame of a Dragon
First stage: the smoke, then comes the choking and gagging
Crack that at wack ass niggas that try to bag
Bitches like little boys, running home to their dad
You fake this, to make this, never could take this
The asiatic black man, that's how I end this
Conversation, with a bit of revelation
And to end the rhyme, cause that's how our occupation
Redefine, nigga, for my very, come and get
Grow intelligent God, it's our vocabulary
I break a nigga jaw, it's necessary
If you can't stand the heat, stay away from the fury
[Chorus x2]
[G-Note$ (Drunken Dragon):]
Niggas is shook, and what the fuck yo ass know about a juks
Giving phony looks, half way crooks get chopped down and sized
And that's on the rise, that the whiter man lies
(With no suprise, watch out when you lingle
One big footed tingle, my sperm that tingle-jangle-jiggle)
Yo, she caught the fever for the flavor of a hit single
Darts is slashing, long axing, harassing your character
Amateur, call your manager
(Here's a quarter for the slaughter
It's bound vacation, like adult free lanes)
Taking a shit, and you still fit
Well now you relevant, to the situation
Chopping off limbs and Manchuz domination
(I'm untraceable, biting pencils
Cause your whole fucking format is eraseful
You jackass, you catched in the stable, disabled)
I'm cutting more heads than at the sight of 5-0
Cause, I swings high (Yo, and I swings low)
Don't you know, it's going down in the drunk game
Snakes and Brooklyn Zu, who brought Tiger Crane
(The Spiritual Boxer, strong like an ox
Block you out your size, burn like out your box)
Yo, pass more wine on the rocks, more wine
More wine, more wine, more wine, more wine!
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: G-Note$ (Drunken Dragon) {kung fu sample}]
Long Axe, Short Axe, we on some ass backword shit, kid
(Chopping heads) Manchu, coming through, out the throat, is the better
(Tracking all crews, bitch) Got muthafuckin' bombs/grenades, up in here, hahaha, hahahaha
[Chorus: Preacherman]
Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh... never die
Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh... never die
Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh... never die
Livin' in a city where no one gives a ugh... never die
[Bash:]
I was born with a gun in the ghetto
And niggas wanna kill you, when you go to sleep, in ya bed with ya metal
Where police wanna stop you, stash the cracks, hit the pedal
Pop a nigga in the face, that's how shit gets settled
Uh-huh, a town where niggas go look for beef
You can get shot and stabbed on them Brooklyn streets
I can take it back, protection orders, news reporters
Nothing in my pocket but a quarter, no hot water
In my hood we ain't giving up
And we blast off guns dog, cause we don't give a fuck
Bloods with the Crips, and the guns and the clips
And the hoes and the tricks, and the clothes and the kicks
And the bricks and the whips, with the gun and the knife
And the crack and the pipe, with the wife and the dyke
But I'm forced to live in this life, young thugging it
But no one cares until somebody takes my life, why's that?
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk:]
Look, I'm trying to eat, but you trying to make me use my heat
And lose my seat on these streets where my youngs make beef
I stay discreate while your tongue dumb, stay with leak
I wait for you to creep, with a flesh buster that'll you bleed
Man down, keep no aim on this, comes around
You shut down, want an 187, but you just will lay down
I'm sheriff bingbingbing, hit you in your cabbage, cool the savage
And make sure I let all of you dudes have it
Just got a rude awakening, by the most notorious bastard
Who love red pastures and red bubble gum wrappers
So come on, Chris, I dare you, to what, to wanna go against me
Word up, I son you fucks and leave you stuffed
With a slug left to your gut, no return for you young fucks
And who will give a fuck, huh?
[Chorus]
[Preacherman:]
Son, I'm living, in a time where things are surely changing
Said I'm living, can't even slow down and feel the heart racing
Trying to make a better place for humanity, I fathom thee
But where do we go, to wake up and see
That our existence depends on the soul of you and me?
And not to defend, then there were people sitting
Behind those wooded trees, tryin' to destroy our dreams
[Intro: Buddha Monk (Lee-Major)]
Aiyo son... what's up man?
I'm sayin though son, we gotta do this tonight
When I get off the phone with you, you call Dragon
I'll call (Delta1), Layza, Dungeon
Yo we definitely gotta call them niggaz
You heard what I'm sayin, Layza? You heard that?
Hold up... you hear that shit, son? (Yeah)
Yo yo lemme call you back, I gotta investigate this shit
Lemme call you back, nigga, I'll call you back, shit
[Buddha Monk:]
Yo what the fuck is goin on? Who's this nigga on my line?
Yo you're tappin on my convo so now you must die (hahahah)
I heard you whisperin, tellin the next man
About my thirty G plan, you want half? Go get a band
Ah man, now you got some shit on your hand
Shoulda kept ya mouth shut but ya fumbled my plan
Just back up man, you see that spot? That's where you gon' land
Don't want none of yo' bud to land on me or my man
Just why did you do it? Now you're leakin, lettin out fluids
Chopped ya body up, gave it to my dunn, "You know what to do with it"
Move quickly and make sure nobody got their eye on us
You keep your eye on me, then nigga you will die by me
It's the black ghost, wanted by most, rockin the two toast
Street corner holder, bury you and your dog
Do you know when I'm comin through
Why I blast quick at you and ya whole crew?
Lights out, what you niggaz really gon' do?
Fuck you and yo' crew [x3]
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Who's that? (I don't know)
What he want? (He wants you)
What he talk about? (It's been a little miscommunication)
Shut him down (Right now?)
Why's that? (He snaked out
Grab the nigga by his head and punch him dead in his mouth)
[Drunken Dragon:]
Uh-huh, I'm hearin you but none of that ain't makin no sense
Cause you gossip, a slip of the lip could sink ships
Shouldn't try to be down, if ya can't hold sound
Stay silent, niggaz lookin for you, they made violent
Said you talked too much shit and ain't even a killa
Hang around a crowd of niggaz and don't nobody feel ya
Get used 'til ya no use, rock like hundred proof
Now they're gonna turn tables like 2Pac in Juice
Ya jumped into death more of less at any time
Here's a vest and a nine, the best that I could find
Cause I seen it comin, I told you, Manchuz is who I gun with
Other than that you keep runnin
Don't try to play hero in the year '00
If communication ain't graspin then take action (action)
[Lee-Major:]
Aiyo tap into that first thought
That got you askin questions, way beyond yo' knowledge
Hit me back if you wanna holla (Who you?)
Listen, talk in codes cause they all snitchin
My henchmen is underground, breakin the sound barrier
Microchips abusive, tap into thoughts when exclusive
It's Lee Major with the double-oh flow
Miscommunicate and create a next code
Hold on my shoes is ringin, I got you thinkin
My special forces is visa versa like the Lord
I'm well connected, B.K., N.Y. and accepted
I'll see you later, signin out, Lee Major
[Interlude: Buddha Monk]
Oh this passage, I've been wantin you, girl
[Chorus x2]
[Born U Majesty:]
I'm a set the record straight when I fumigate ya mindstate
On that bullshit you told off to Jakes
Statements and all, wrotten in PaperMate
And all of my calls goin back to '88
The ones I made from B.K. to Morgan State
And this dumb-ass bitch who called me from Motel 8
Who said she brought a key but received a big ape
Let's talk in codes, cause they snitchin
We teleport heavy thoughts in kitchens
Run over track, arm extension
Galaxies were born on life legend
The fuck you tellin 'em?
I'm the holy five percent, what the fuck you tellin 'em?
I'm the holy five percent...
[Dungeon Masta:]
Fuck that, nobody move
Yo, it's that mad mic distributor
Invaded all areas, the verbal tone rhyme polluter
I'm takin all ya jewels so throw it up like "What? "
Before I have to put this hole up in ya guts
Ya just a laligag, put you in the bath for playin hero
I clip more nines than movies made by DeNiro
Zero ass niggaz, no cash niggaz
In order for you to make a sale, take a stash, nigga
Dungeon Masta be on some new shit for y'all bitches
Don't try to plot on me bitches, we'll bury you bitches
Who the fuck you think you talkin to?
Kinda like visual at ya wake
Make no mistake, nor miscommunicate
[Interlude: Buddha Monk]
Hello? Yo is there anybody here?
Yo what the fuck happened?
You know what, bitch? Test the phone!
This rank shit ain't callin no more
All them niggaz tryin to tell on my shit
That talk is rampid!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Phone call sample (Buddha Monk)]
The customer you are calling is unavailable
Please hang up and try again
If you need help, please hang up and then dial your operator
[Intro: LeBang]
LeBang gang, running rebels, nine ounce
Holla, you know what it is, nineties
[LeBang:]
Easy to die, but harder to live, and when it's problems
Other niggas wanna borrow your kid
All live for three things, money, hoes and drugs
Give you three things, you can hold these slugs
I know I'm wanted for that, but only God knows I'm going through stress
I'm maintaining, this Brooklyn Knight, ain't nothing bout this, no paradise
Rolling dice with your life at price
What you want, the size of your arm or your the size of your leg
We even got guns the size of your bed
And sell weight the size of your head
Want weed? Fuck with the dreads
Mad cause I'm back, with water, crack, coke and the caine
I'm toking them things, that'll open in range
Little niggas don't listen to they olders, a shame
Witty cats behind bars of that, we gonna bang out til the bars is read
Fuck cops, I make it hard for feds
We skating off any time, anywhere
Bust our guns, any time, anywhere
[Chorus: Mello]
Me and my peoples, hear no evil, see no evil
Living peaceful, through these bald eyes of an eagle
This shit is lethal, in other words, life's deadly
This tight petty, cut sharp like machete's
Cause niggas ain't ready, for this new world order
Running like water, will only make life shorter
I'm a reporter, spread the news
In this game, we choose whether or not, we win or lose
[Mello:]
I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling closer to death
Like a bullet bout to go through my chest
Tephlon bout to blow through my vest
I ain't got shit, and plus I'm depressed
So when it's on, I'm a choke you to death
Dealing with stress, and I ain't try'nna settle for less
I'm like a doctor with results of your medical test
Give you the news, please don't get it confused
I'm like a BB King, cause I give you the blues
Pick and you choose, even when you win, you could lose
I ain't never been beaten, but all my life I've been abused
I played the fool, went ahead and blazed a tool
If I knew what I know now, I would of stayed in school
Thinking I'm cool, but I was bout as dumb as a mule
Couldn't hear them old fools, that was dropping the jewels
Ain't nothing changed, so I figure why act strange?
Seeing life from a range, it's just the same old thing
[Chorus]
[LeBang:]
I don't know whether I'm winning or losing, but at the rate I'm going
All I know is my destiny's choosing
In my mind I think I kill for the kings, but I'm Scar Montana
So I just cut off your hands for your rings
Plus I roll with the LeBang gang, for bullets, where ya chain hang
That'll change your main frame, still I try to maintain
Fuck a deuce, niggas that smoke backwoods that roll backwards
That'll pass ya'll and roll back words
[Mello:]
Aiyo, they thinking bout spitting with Mello, they better off not
Spitting, forfeiting it, and painting their back yellow
I want cake, like the cars we do, they ain't jello
Spit fire, that'll roast these dudes like marshmellows
I can give it to 'em, fast or slow, I master flows
I'm after doughs, my ratchet blows, I'm wife-shorty's bastard snow
It ain't shit for me to snatch this hoe
And put the dick up in the ass and throat, whoa
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Mello]
Uh-huh, yea, and that's just how that shit go, I told 'em
Huh, listen, just let it ride out on 'em, you know?
[Intro: (James Brown sample) Buddha Monk]
(It's time to dance, it's time to dance)
[Chorus: (James Brown sample) Buddha Monk]
(This is a man's world) I shot ya...
(Somebody better call the doctor)
(This is a man's world) I shot ya...
(Somebody better call the doctor)
[Buddha Monk]
How dare ya'll cats try to front on me
Thinkin' like, you the shit, that's why you better than me?
Check it, I got sixteen that'll split six spleen
And definetly hollow points, so you can get my point, nigga
I ain't worried about buying no cars and shit
I just walk around the corner, and take your shit
Go ask the hood, do the Monk guns bark (ask them)
Go ask my hood, am I a True and Living God (peace God)
The answer you'll get, don't fuck with him
Do you wanna live, man, don't fuck with him
You'll also get the haters and gun fakers
Yea, I shot at them, that's why they all fucking haters
And I'm sure you'll wanna be like me
Cuz you told your bitch, and last night she told me
Motel 6 and I wanna thank you for your bitch
You can have her back, she's all yours, bitch
I come from a land where gangs don't play
D tuck block and g's weed cops
See that kid on the block, sagitarrius that hate you
Shhh, don't say nothing, I hate you too, faggot
You ain't a man, you still a pea shooter buck
Shut the fuck up, before this man fuck you up
I'm serious, this is my world, stay out of my ring mic
I bite your ear off and feed it to your fucking wife, nigga
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
What you think I'm playing, oh you think it's a joke
Take two of these and feel these notes
I was born in a world with a silver spoon bent
Wooden spoons disrespect, across your chin
Pops standing on the corner with a hand full of gin
Shake, rattle them dice, I need chicken in the fridge
And my bids, I don't do skid bits
I get football numbers to counter your wrist
You can party at the rastas, Asta Spumanti
Shine two women in the club, while puff leaves your lungs
It ain't where you from, it's where's your gun
And where's your heart
Fighting is for fun, but busting is a gun art
I'm anoid by ya'll, seven scores by ya'll
Meaning the war I got with ya'll was made by ya'll
See what causes friction was the slick talking the talk
Your walk became important, cuz it's when the guns talk
I'm a big guy, and ducking they knives
Snipe one off, pick you up, go head, let the shells fly
You ready to die, not ready as I, come on
Tell the truth, you want the days to go by, right?
Let no man, fuck with G-Monks
Got them thang-thang niggaz, that'll put a nigga under, for real
You wonder, how you got the case of runs of
Gun diarrhea, now I'm dancing with thieves, yup!
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (I-Born)]
KnowI'msayin? (U.K.) You know what the fuck time it is!
KnowI'msayin? These the Brooklyn Zu motherfuckers!
You know who the fuck this is!
It's the Dirt Dog and I represent all this shit!
Motherfuckers! KnowI'msayin? I hold all this shit the fuck down!
KnowI'msayin? Anybody got any motherfuckin problems?!?
You see me nigga, motherfucker!
[Hook x4: I-Born *in background of intro*]
Raise drama, spark war
I keep the gat singin, slug love
We go through nuff slang
[Chorus x1/4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
We gonna make this money and take this money!
Make this money and take this money!
Make this money and take this money!
Make this money and take this money!
[I-Born:]
What the fuck was on these niggaz mind?
Buzzer be the crunch time, cuts feelin like ice grillers
Stalk the gat, carbon spark, talk burners
Mic murder fiends, dangerous strangers
Red beam dot, hoes return, rapid fire when the po' lick shot
Spit where the wigs top, get got, hot
Roof top marksman, heat hittin, grapevine, listen
Charles Lee, great ski thought, just because
Fuck jake, inter-state, D takes he, judge street
Court, king sees thought, lot of life trife
Complete, dirty life, dirty dirty dirty beef
Servin worthy streets, holdin holster heat for chaos
Mega-butterfly, wings crawler, dust strong, cut strong
Get 'em all, fuckin with teflon
[Shyheim:]
Fuckin with me? The God have handicap plates
Arrogant, I'm like a pimple I come all out my face
Thug thesbian, yo semi the Shy hold two heats
I'm like the ASPCA, I put dogs to sleep
Ten cars deep plus three limos and a hurse
All because he was a Sprite kid obeyin his thirst
Keep him runnin like adrenaline, I could smoke a hundred men
And when he go to Heaven, who'll kill him again?
Ask anybody in my hood, they could a ref cause I'm bad
I died once, escape my second life sentence
[Chorus]
[ShaCronz:]
I play the four-fifth of this outfit
Cronz 'bout it, 'bout it, for dough I live
Faggots off the streets when it's crowded
Master breath control, make the death toll rise
Stress calls in pies, watch the Lex go by
Baby brown Wallabees, spray towns into policy
Bugged, not anthropology, watch the world acknowledge me
Cronz Dada, went from zero to Don
When I'm done bustin, the whole police hero respond
[12 O'Clock:]
Nigga know my steez, so I jet to D.C.
Chromed down M3, nigga that play B.E.T.
John Clair, why these faggot ass niggaz stare?
Don't they know my man carry the big bear? He don't care
They say he hold nigga's fruit like pear, pussy come here
Let me whisper in your ear, I make your click disappear
I play the wizard, bring blizzards
Fo'-fo' heavy when I lift it, Puffy shit I diss it
[Preacherman:]
Well I jump in my ride around 9 or 10
Going to the house to pick up my cousin
We going to the club
I was going there to meet my girl
Oh now, what to my suprise
Seen my girl hooked up with another guy
He was rubbing on her thighs
I guess he was trying to take what's mine
I was thinking, should I bust him up
Then put his body in the trunk, and dump, but
The God said chill
And I said, homey I will, but still
[Chorus x2: Preacherman]
Tonight is gonna be me or him
This time I plan to win
Cause I work hard, for the money
I don't bring nobody like you, honey
[Preacherman:]
She tried to play you, playa
She couldn't play you, play you, God
And nothing that can save her
Now back to the storyline...
I just take it one more time
Well I stepped to her with the definite style
She was trying to figure me out, but
She was afraid, but I was in love, yo
I could tell by the look in her eyes
I caught her by suprise
There were no more lies
And she's running out of time
So I looked at her and said
Baby, girl, what you gonna do?
I'm bout to be through with you
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk (Juice):]
What you need to say... checkmate, game, oh no
Yo, bad, she flipped it wrong, the Preach doctor pimp game strong
(Tight like vice grips, word, remove her thong
She spread like eagle, when the bed, whipped cream on)
She said 'lord oh lord', I thought she was reading the psalm
But she's another Eve, bad apple, eating it raw
(Aiyo, Buddha, you try'nna tell me, she freak when he gone)
Eat meat when he's gone, and a shake booty freak when he's gone
Backyards and cars, getting it on
(And what you think, that people will do when they find out she getting it on)
Make homey leak and beat her from dusk til dawn
(Well, birds of a feather, nigga, flock together)
Not when the peeps involved, it's clap whenever (stay in the leather)
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
60 Second Assassin, it's like we need firewater up in here
Yo, yo, we bring the pain, niggas
[Chorus: girl]
It don't matter, if you bring a friend
F.Y.S. is gonna bring the pain
Let the games begin, let the pain begin
Let the rain begin, let the storm begin
[60 Second Assassin:]
I bring the pain, along with a double deuce of ease you lane
Flow through the brain, under and over 60 Sec. Assassin slaughter
Come get your parade rain over, smoke ya, rob ya, gat you over your shoulder
Don't wanna feel the pain? Run, or face these brolic headed dum-dums
Cock back, when the blast, from the Sun attack
Buddha Monk track, U.K., double play, Zu
F.Y.S., Free Your Souls, bring a friend, fool
While we let these games begin
[Courvoisier:]
Computer rap course, Buddha download my chip
Mic check nigga bout to work, that's legit
Burnt out, feel the contact, give me room
Hate to sound rude, but I do what I do
Shot the fair one with ya bitch on my back
Chokeslam my grammar, sweet Futurama rap
Last album strike, raging me off the margin, hardcore
Harder than crack raps of raw, war joe can set it
Hit you up, storm your base
Lay you flat on your face, empty every single case
Squeeze at a slow pace, I'm feeling the rush
Clapped up and bagged up, now they tagging you up
[Chorus: w/ ad-libs]
[Free Murda:]
Once this don approach ya, leave ya face off like John Travolta
Fucking with Free and Cronz'll smoke ya
Freeze, spit rounds, split frowns, split clowns
Clip now, shit clown, have you leaking like 2-liters, toke like two meters
It's all murder with these two ninas
Pimp hustler, the moc' out with two miras
I love brain, ain't nothing like two Caeser's
On some "Ah, I love you Freedom, can I hug you, Freedom"
All these bitches in the street, they love to meet him
Haters ice grill and stop fronting, before I pop something
Hope this acco' had to drop nothing
L to the I L, Free Murda, take your burner
Made you a believer, plus a learner
Made you an earner, now fall to the ground, nigga, four-pound, nigga
Shots from four blocks, four rounds nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
It's the big hit, who spit, rhyme clips, my toxic fit
Some shit and leave ya ass in them liners
Last nigga that tried to commit suicide from a first line
Dead ya asshole, hey bati boy, now go
It's the flame thrower, sail with poets like Noah
Architect from Zu, bet that'll leave ya ass wet
Who wanna challenge excalibur, damage all competitors
Take a Kodak moment, it won't last much better
Now wait a minute, it's been a long time anticipated
When I finish throwing darts, it'll leave ya brain plated
Quote ya scriptures, niggas, can't analyze ya pictures
To fuck with this nigga, I only leave ya brain dimmer
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
What, it's official, we nappy, dirty, scum to the earth
All you niggas that don't know what it's worth
Sit back, relax, or we gon' put you in a hearse
[Kung fu sample:]
I came from a wealthy family
I joined the Clan, because, I wanted to learn a special kung fu
To be a real expert, and an actual fact
I've just become a killer, killings, that's all I know
Death, everyday, another, but when Lee Ho died
And for the first time, I felt it pricked my conscience
And to hide to that one, we killed again
First Wan Fa, and then Ling Kong
(You just asked me, when will it end?
Well let me tell you, once an evil deed is done
Then it never ends, it goes on, and it will go on forever)
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Uh-uh, it's the Z-U, Brooklyn Zu
We still one fam, this for my nigga Dirt Dog
Straight like this, nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
This one here is for you fake rap Picasso's
Living the lie, so, I hope your ass die slow
Couldn't connect blows, if you knew Tae Bo
Couldn't smoke on me, even if I was hydro
So why so, test those who may die slow
Cause right now you living the impossible
So dream on it, while my peeps scheme on it
Then lean on it, yo we deeper than Green Hornet
Who want it? That Brooklyn Zu shit, we on it
The murderous type flows, that move when the night glows
One false move, nigga, eliminate all flows
Better Duc-Lo, my four-four, make big holes
And I ain't mad, cause you living all lights out
Spending all your money and your wife is all piped out
Lights out, damn, right, we live the trife route
Might die one day, but living for right now
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
You wanna beat the game? (Swing those things, those big things)
You want a fancy car? (Bust ya gun for who you are)
Go head, if he's bad (Paint the town red)
Go head, get the cash (leave you all dead, L.A.D. nigga)
[Buddha Monk:]
Now it be just like us, and guns we will bust
All hail Brooklyn, but fuck Babylon
It's the street code of silence, can't help that it's violent
Johnny cock the nine, lay that ass down two times
What's yours is yours, what's, mines is mines
That's bullshit, don't let me sneak that ass from behind
We those who creep, catch you in a deep sleep
Meat the grym reap, here to settle all your beefs, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
I am what I am, and my gun is my right man
But that don't mean, that you sleep on the left hand
Ask the last man, who tried to make a stand
Shake the right hand, but rough 'em with the left
It's the fat Al Pacino, making you lean slow
While we grow, ya'll niggas who know sequels
Riddle me this, riddle me that, I got the gat
Throw all your valuables, I got my eye on you
We do this shit, while we Remy, hear me piss
Pack with two clips, and then a knuckle twist
So don't miss, as we journey the new trip
To duck all rivals that smell when they snipin' you
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
2G, uh, uh, Agent Stealth, Mr. Tibbs
Babyface Fensta, Buddha Monk, Drunken Dragon
12 O'Clock, Shorty Shitstain, Merdoc
The last warriors, the last mohicans
[Intro: Kendra]
This game is the twisted of all
A recurring nightmare, that never stops
A bunch of rats eating ya face off...
[Kendra:]
Licked in '82, face the man in the mirror
If I'm soft as face, I read minds much clearer
Fist of Legend, "jettin' li's" kicks I'm repping
The descendant tore, predator, and rhyme weapons
The skies flow like dagger'll show
On your menu scroll, fools get blow, before they let you know
I'm a hungry bitch, ready for mics to flow
Ride it like Moe Joe, really Austin Powers know
Play the evil role, while I'm making mini-me's
Having mad seeds, babies pa don't live with me
A bad allergy attacking every season
Every reason, caught in a life sentence reason
What do you mean, said the force of the wise bitch
What do you see, I see my mic that I rhyme with
What do you bleed, rhymes instead of blood, and what
Come to a show, and I'm a give you the live shit
My nightmares put Elm Street to shame
For it change, the misery you fear to lock ya rap game
Should I say, paying dues and no money
Get remy, take drugs, make dudes, and shot honey
[Chorus x2: Kendra]
Knock, knock, who that? Not the bogeyman
It's the love demon from hell, you know me well
Take a minute, relax, I got eternity
Catch a full mind to learn, what's concerning me
[Kendra:]
I feel yo pain, sis, life is that craze bitch
Carmen's her name, she was raised in a slave ship
As I relay this, faced it, in pavement
Wave it like you just don't care, when you make it
Niggas take it, they want shine, when they famous
Potential last leader, I willl last, when you race it
Lace it, so amazingly, til the crowd dies
Then you realize, your whole plans and enterprise
You a sucker, your breaks and your face
You erase every prospect, having you laced
Worked too hard for this, time to get crazy
Aim the trigger at the hole, the nigga in his face
Stain steel, hollow tip, matching like twins
An alter ego, I still legits til I win
Portals in yo mind, corrupt in a new kind
Float like Sammy L. Jackson in Cloud Nine
[Chorus x2]
[Kendra:]
Form that in same time, like Siamese
Every law on the ave, two crowds and grab these
Cops please to release, lay back to the playgrounds
For this clock found, you amazed now?
My sandbox was a haven of rough
Begging elementary, I play devil at much
Oh yeah, I remember that girl you played with
Had her ass crying in school, you're shameless
Now I got a new toy, a new school, a new world
A harder one to face, but holds a new scud
Honestly, ain't the prophecy, in fact, it might stop me
From acting alone, sparking to rock me
Big thought is, loose niggas fit the mold
To unfold, like a gemini flows in the cold
Behold, rap lyric scroll, molding ya own
Sticking Arabs in cab, huh, cause I'm bold
El denada ride like doubt me, back in '85
Every lunch break I took hints and I rhyme
Slugging elbows, for fakers and thugs
Til the world gets ready for K, and gives love
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk (Mozart)]
Here is something you can't understand
(How I can just kill a man)
[Buddha Monk] (Mozart):]
Here's the situation (what is it?) my occupation
Is to stand by the liquor store and get rid of this raw
(You know I'm coming with the heat if it's beef) of course, my nigga
(Hit the nigga with no pause) and (buckle his jaws)
No doubt, before you do that, hold up, let me move back
Before you use that, and loosen up his baseball cap
(Open up his head, watch his brains ooze back) then what
(One to the eye, consecutive six to the gut) if you slip
Then we fucked nigga, for it's a chance that he might
Get to slip one of those hot things off, nigga
(Nah, dog, I got aim like Jordan, game on sportsman
And I believe, my plane gon' scorch 'em)
Here that, it ain't where you from, it's where's ya gat
(Point it at, how to kill this man, dressed in black)
Whoever thought as we crept, that this nigga, got six more
And his friends, be coming to get at us nigga
(Coming to get us? Shit, they better get rid of us
My, can-I-bust, reverse like clutch)
Fuck seeing a burner, the'd rather do Ike Turn'her
Spit off in here, duck from slugs going in her
(They don't wanna fuck with this four/fifth that you burnt) Uh-huh
(All night server, ghost turn, get her) These those cats
They don't learn from the first dead
Revenge for the man, 187 on the head, huh
(But that's alright, we got plenty clips, police grips
Tighten souls like vicegrips, break nuts and strip) You got 'em?
(Man, I got this nigga) You wanna rock him? (I'm a rock this nigga)
You shot at me? (I'm a pop this nigga)
Here come 2 more of them, nigga, what's your aim?
(Eyes, nose and brain) Mines is the rest of the frame
(One down) Well done Reck Low, his shirt got a red glow
Here's one more to go (and two more by the Pinto)
Then, let's get this, so we can get that
(Then nuff said, blast this nigga, so we won't blast back
I shot at him) Word (rocked him, popped him, before he knew what got him)
Then (loosen his bell bottom) damn (hit him in jaw, his girl got him)
And now the depths of the world got him, laying next to Solomon
Waiting for the return of a thousand born as him
But never be born again is him, damn dog
We slaughter him and we still gotta deal with two more of them
(It's not a game, for the love of the money, it make me do things
All in the corner with a new name, slaughters for whoever came)
Sometimes I think is it worth selling cocaine (stop talking stupid)
What? (Stay with me dog, don't lose it) Never will I lose it
Pick up the nine and use it, recruited on a nigga named 'move this'
Real quick (that's what it is, let's do this, here go the deuce-deuce trip
It's bust reload clip, hit and don't miss) It's double impact, is where we at
But as we doing it, I'm seeing the shells releasing from their mask
(Spit off, being ducked back) I get the front (I got the back, and remember that)
What? (It's til the day that we get clapped) Say that and get back
(No doubt, dog, hold position til mines is soft) He's in place now
Move on 'em, shake the shoes offa them (lay them on the car window
With the name, we moving on up, and who want it with him?)
That's it, it's five of them (If I could remember, it was six of them
When we got at them, oh shit, look out) Oh shit, I'm shot by him
(Damn you aight?) It went in and out, so let's finish it
By rocking him out of his Timbs (grasp yourself, I got him
I got two more clips to rock him and put him a world where people can't yell 'stop him')
Take this dog, cause this one's more sneaky then them all
Might take more than what you got, to finish them all
(Don't worry hold on, I'll be back in a second
[Intro: Buddha Monk (Courvoisier)]
Yo aiyo... (This shit is rockin)
Yo I think you need to address them cats out there
You heard? (Understand me)
Two of the best that ever done it
(Real niggaz rock steady)
The Zu (and Buddha Monk, of course nigga)
[Courvoisier:]
Yo since you talk a good game, walk a good game
When it come time to bang, you the first I'm a hang
Elizabethan fuckin and fuckin Aunt taught me how to box
To throw a punch and hit the right spot
Knew you had a glass jaw, heard y'all broke it
Opened ya mouth but wasn't sharp enough to show it
You know it, don't take much but about a half an ounce of pressure
Respect life cause it's precious
Time is forever, flesh is born to rot
Over night knock niggaz straight to the top
I'm in the spot where cool niggaz tend to lose it
And free music, thank you, write then prove it
Knuckle up, slug, or even go round for round
Throw pound for pound, stand ground for ground
Cunt, wrapped like a swoll from a fable
Better watch where you trip or you gon land on the table
[Chorus x2: Courvoisier]
It's a stick up, lay on the ground
Get ya face down (Says who?) Says this mothafuckin fo' pound
You gettin balls? Think I'm bluffin?
Matter of fact, just for shootin rocks, one in ya face I'm pluggin
[Buddha Monk:]
It's official, this rap here, burned through the eye tissue
It's the last rowdiest nigga, pack the gat nigga
My team's scheme flow through streams of rap fiends
Spread out through high beams, terrorizin rap scenes
Look what we got here, I've faced the death, stop, look and stare
At this nigga who's been hungry and livin this shit for ten years
Knowin that the sharp blade cuts through yo' setback
Counter react, ya wack raps, snap the gat back
Yo ya players, ballers, pimps and all hustlers
When I'm finished throwin verses you'll know who shot ya
It's the master of Art of War, tearin down predators
What's the cause? Shit, it ain't true slang no more
[Chorus x2]
[Courvoisier:]
Aiyo niggaz chirp about it but then ain't ready
I'm common law with the mic so we can omit the weddin
Reception, you bang everyday through ya speakers
With ya best man merkin shots of Tequila
Gold brown nigga 'til I piss white
Far from the type to push off a rhyme with a splice
Grinch lung spitter, get ya winch strong
Cause spent diaphragms last long
[Buddha Monk:]
It's a passed laws, a hydro form, a rap Stella
Lyrically prone to transform black forms into stretchers
Is this your fate? Oh, you think it's never?
Know where you sleep at, eat at, you better brush ya teeth at
You better believe that, where yo weed at? You gonna need that
Before me and my niggaz see that, ya brain is where ya bleed at
Yo did you peep that? It ain't nothin to me when we meet that
It ain't nothin to me when we meet that
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: Courvoisier]
[Chorus: Babyface Fensta]
Hang 'em high, hit 'em low
The rifle men, Crying Freeman
Imbecile, incarceration only made me a better criminal
Hang 'em high, hit 'em low
Hang 'em high, hit 'em low
Hang 'em high, hit 'em low, low, low
[Babyface Fensta:]
Your dialogue, don't paint a real vivid picture
Just oodles and noodles, ain't it sad?
Like living, with rats, roaches, and having an abusive dad
Some niggas is mad, I did the knowledge to a jewel & ran with it
Now I spit it, like it ain't no shitted
Stripe for mastery, culprits jealousy
Seatings clearly, like how sheisty and greedy niggas could be
Suppose to be family, must be, a bad connection
Reflection, resembles, Deacon Frost
Blood suckers, the price of fame it cost
Stakes is high, sky's the limit
I'm in it to win it, a forerunner like Toyota
Buy a bulk, or stack a chunk of my cheddar
Fuck a trendsetter, another sound bwoy dying
Compliments chain letter, Shanghai killing
Chico sticks and gangster flicks
Boston baked beans and other white meat
Taste defeat, cause you ain't sweating it
I'm letting it be known, only condone, real works of art
Assalent left no evidence, assassins don't leave fingerprints
It's a given, those that trespass, are still living
Praise dart...
[Chorus]
[Babyface Fensta:]
Heil Hitler, fuck Schindler, Fensta claps all critics
Blasphemer, your shoes are mathematics
Like them niggas avicating violence
Remember? Bad boys move in silence
Call me alias, information scarce
A Manchu subdue your crew like the flu
You spic nigga cracker jew
Slanted eye gook, hypocrite, you talk that shit
But don't walk it, 'member me from "Who's the Killer? "
Mr. Sinister, verbally sharp like a dagger
Stagger opponents who swagger like thugs
Braggadocious, you love money, teach the truth
Don't preach to the youth about the wrong jewels
Keep your fantasy, give me reality any day
In all actuality, music's a forum, use it wisely
It's ok to entertain, but material gain only poisons the brain
Of those influences, true riches is knowledge of self
A healthy servant of self worth, you're God by nature
That's why they hate cha, let's take back our turf
Get up, stand up, fight for you birth right, fuck a platinum chain
Them hoochies with coffin coochies, refrain from mind games
And scheeming things, devils, using tricknology
To get ahead in 'monopoly', I topple the economy
Crash, your 'wheels of fortune', cause you sell out if the 'price is right'
'Jeopardy', ya life, cause a nigga'll smoke that ice
Now you a 'hollywood square', running scared
Like Gregory Hines, prepare, for land mines
The redrum revisited...
[Chorus]
[Outro: Babyface Fensta]
Hang 'em high... hang 'em high...
I want a fist full of fucking dollars
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
If you got no care for this, I'm gon' gun them, straight gun' him
Think about it all the time, makes me wanna, straight slug him
[Buddha Monk:]
Shit it ain't my fault you labels missed out on this
I was at the tunnel with you getting drunk and pissed
You looking at them superstars who make the Billboard charts?
MTV, 106, and Uncut After Dark
But a nigga like me low key for the 2-3
Said it with times to set off a new give me
It's a shame that you think that you hotter than me
How's that? When you haven't even heard from me?
Yo, I murder earlier Gods and I murder all of ya'll
With simple short flows, just to keep you on your toes
Left cut, kidney blows and elbow throws
If that's not enough, buckshots to your souls
Don't tempt my temptation, or one God under nation
What makes one Satan, is ya'll misbehaving
A knick knack pack a gat, give a nigga God
He's WB11 when I pulled off his charm, believe it
[Chorus x2: w/ ad-libs]
[Popa Chief:]
Fuck the jump off, here's the kick off, the tip off
Half of thug raps is rip offs
Another textbook caper pulled off, mad bodies hauled off
And I ain't even brandish the sawed off
I blew like a Molotov cocktail, allergic to handcuffs
And jail cells, turn the heat up to hell
Final prosper, it's gonna be problems
If we can't talk about it, slump 'em, fuck 'em
Girls if you ain't knowing, I'm a cutter, lay pipe, like a plumber
Give it up for the funky drummer
Met all my niggas in the gutter, rap's my bread and butter
Buy this, cause I owe all my baby mothers
I'm waiting on the perfect pitch, ready to swing
I dedicate this to my favorite bitch Mary Jane
The gloves are off, no love is lost
I do a one hand Superman sea grab, like triple X I blow ya head off
[Chorus x2: w/ ad-libs]
[Buddha Monk:]
I ain't sign the dotted line for ya'll to understand me
I signed the dotted line to help feed my seed
And any cat try to stand in the way of me
Guaranteed desert eagle, nigga, cook ya meat
And your dudes is weak, you speak like you got plenty heat
But when it's beef, you rush to your man for the heat
Now shame on a nigga who try to run game on this nigga
D.O.A. when E.M.S. comes to get ya
You can call your mans, and this my number, kill even better man
Divide's eight hundred ways to kill any man
Whether at a show, or on the floor for disco
I hold the yellow brick road to the land of death row
So you can keep yapping ya mouth, but I have
I have something that'll tic tac in ya mouth
And leave your girl a only spouse
And I ain't telling you what's the real plan in this rap game
I'm a leave ya'll wondering how I took over this rap game, man
[Mr. Tibbs:]
Why you gotta go, home so soon
Why you can't stay here, a little while longer
I'm really liking your company
Don't you know, I thought you know
[Chorus: Mr. Tibbs]
I want you to be my girlfriend, my girlfriend, yea
I want you to be my lady, my lady, oh
I want you to be my wifey, my wifey, my wifey
My baby... whoa... whoa...
[Mr. Tibbs:]
I just wanna love you, I just wanna, I just wanna tell you
Tell you something, how much you mean to me
You're my everything
You're my queen to be, I'm talking bout a family
Oh, a wifey, I just want you to be
[Chorus]
[Mr. Tibbs:]
I thought you know, up on those dues
Yes you thinking, stop thinking negatively
They wanted you, oh, up in my bed
Where are you friends, we gon' party tonight
Yea, babe, we gon' party tonight
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Yeah, baby, baby, I thought you knew
[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah
Do or die, son, Bed-stuy, do or die, baby
Brooklyn Zu, S.O.M., Two On Da Road, baby
Sunzini the Great, we represent
Buddha Monk, what?
Out the trunk, what?
Y'all niggas know, what?
For these blocks, for these projects
For the hood, yo...
[Prodigal Sunn:]
For the love of my peeps I stand solid on my own two feet
Roam in these streets, had to use the chrome to eat
Now it's microphone dramatical beats, poems unique
Activate stones from my dome, condone, Q.A.E.
A young shiek, with the bite of a wolf, it's live or die
Some choose to lie, post high, caught up in the Devil supplies
Snakes all around me, so I mix the broc' around me
And order cops in the county of Kings
Since a teen, strive to be supreme
As I cope on the block with fiends, kept me clean
Many step with the dreams to win
Swindle wives, teams and men hatin' for the love of sin
The last words from my grand old Dad
"Young lad, be a man, son, be the very best you can"
It's hard times in these ghettos we roam, lay in my zone
Heavily guarded like the King in chess, I stay blessed
[Chorus: Buddha Monk - singing]
I'm just a ghetto man, tryin' to do the best I can
Livin' in a world of jealousy, tryin' to find a way to feed my seeds
This world is so cold, I've seen young Gods that deliver a pot of gold
It won't be long, I gotta win
[12 O'Clock:]
I bust through these rap-ass doors, layin' laws
I'm a bubble for a cause, nigga, what's mine be yours
To my brothers, others get wrapped up in covers
I mean sheets, M-O-N's and police
Identify the mothafucka by his sneaks
Blown from big guns that rip through his sheets
Schemin' ass peeps want the stash the Jeep
The Pathfinder leather seats, she came with heat
My family trees'll never drop no leaves
A summertime breeze be as cold as sneeze
Pray at knees, pray like 10%, make moves like half the rent
It's money to be spent, none to be lent
Seen more pussy than Larry Flynt
Nigga rock 7 plus 45 cent
And when a nigga stop his wheels'll still spin
I'm sittin' at the bar drinkin' juice and gin
(Ooooooooh!)
[Chorus]
[Merdoc:]
I roll with all of us who make bread to break it up
Medina warriors, when we came they fucked it up
I'm into fast cars, Olde English, the house boats
Pretty bitches that deep throat and damn, a nigga tote
My Zu niggas really do roll, y'all niggas don't know?
Y'all candy-ass niggas is caprico', I send a smoke signal
And my niggas a long dist' get on some Mote, get you
And burn you with dirty pistols...
[Shorty Shitstain:]
YO! I wear all black, down to my shoes, to my black hat
It be's like that, all my niggas that don't know how to act
I roll with scam artistes and crooks
So no need to over-look 'fore yo shit get took
This is my barbeque and my barbeque smells good in the hood
All my niggas that's up to no good, put ya money on the wood
And make the gang cook good
[Intro: Popa Chief]
It's Cohen... hah... Popa Chief/Black Unicorn
Daddy Warbucks/Buddha Monk
(Aiyo my Zu conglomerates, we goin in!)
[Popa Chief:]
Twist up the George Burns to this
Peace to my constituents, smell my music
My hip hop goes hood to hood, set to set
Block to block and still got mega-props
Y'all might as well as call the cops
I'm the biggest hater on the block
Brooklyn Zu's cream of the crop
They don't want it with Pops
Cause I'm sicker than Miss Evans' boy
With a case of the clap, y'all healthy raps
Versus my one foot in the grave raps
You might as well, stick ya dick in a bear trap
You wish you was hot as turtlenecks in the summertime
I'm a cold piece of work like the wintertime
High-caliber slang, dead center, every time
Chin tuck you winded, this can't be fixed with a bandage
There's no excuse, no luggage, no excess baggage
Submit, pay homage, free my people from bonage!
[Chorus: Popa Chief]
This is for my broke as shit niggaz who don't give a fuck
Fortieth lick niggaz, trained to bust niggaz
Rusty gun niggaz, my hungry niggaz, starvin niggaz
Guess what? We just like y'all niggaz
This is for my soap opera bitches, my fuck you baby daddy bitches
My foodstamp, nail and weave bitches
Club hoppin bitches, nailed her in the booth bitches
Guess what? We wanna do it all of you bitches
[Buddha Monk:]
Aiyo go to the liquor store, grab the Chardonay chick
Then hit the corner and sell five of those black, man
Next hit the studio, grab a little cutie yo
Big butt, tits like the size from the movie show
Pants saggin down with a gat, don't fail me now
Only trust those from the seventh realm
Only lay vocals niggaz when the chips is down
Fuck bein down, it only keeps ya pockets more broke
Dance to the drum beat off MP's
ASR-10s, trifin tracks with a squeeze
So blackout when I roll up with the A-Team
And spray things, not in the air, straight at you teens
And no time for is you is or is you ain't
But baby bitch ya crazy, I gotta get this money
I'm full focused, man, these C-Notes, evils? No
Hey so wine, wheat, noodles and platinum songs
[Chorus]
[Popa Chief:]
Yes a sucker falls every minute
You can't take it with you when you die so you might as well spent it
Coke and hot metal, a cold heart
Criminal activities, a fool and his money soon part
An old lady's purse gets snatched, ghetto roaches hats
Tough guy meets his match, cat-sized rats
No baseball, just knives and baseball bats
A Range over flats, razors and gats
Nobody gets tested, everywhere there's drug infested
If you want hustle, invest it
And I splurge over beer and the herb
The nouns and verbs, a couple of drunken cellar birds
A beautiful mind is a terrible thing to waste
So many criminal minds takin up space
I rap race at a rigorous pace, keeps all my slang laced
Cause I wanna be the one that they congratulate!
[Intro: Drunken Dragon]
Sometimes I don't understand these cats
Fuck is you talking too, I'm telling you duke
Better get the fuck out my face with that bullshit
Niggas ain't havin' it over here, son, for real, kid
It's like this...
[Drunken Dragon:]
Thug life, drug life and fast money
Bubblin', got young bloods searching for trouble
And the myst of murder one, bustin' guns at scuffles
Po-po, bout to fuck up your hustle, slithering
Fair weather friends and broads go AWOL
Houdini's in a total recall, afraid of predators
Prey, say they prayers in nightmares
Still get they panties rocked, by black cock ammunition
Spittin' like semen from foul demons on a mission
The six-six-six is still ticking
You wishing for the mystical to redeem
The spiritual, evil shit you do
But whose looking out for you? Yo
[Chorus: Drunken Dragon]
How real is real, is it something you feel, or something you front
Something you will and something you want
Never want a mass of energies in your force field
Still, the Guard-U-Now'll get you killed
[Drunken Dragon:]
Nigga, don't front for my approval, shit ain't all good
I grew up a po' nigga, strugglin' in the hood
Get a mil, I barely could, til I started banging niggas
Me in Guess jeans, connect, for triple figures
Didn't dig it though, it wasn't me or my steeze
Still tight, so hold a mics, caught a quick cash flow
That crack shit, had 'em doing back flips and semi's
Losing they sense, I learned alot from the dummies
Searching for the other wise, and duties of the civilized
Then I mutated, and formed three eyes
Realized, my true culture, now vote ya life taking
Giving more than I received, then I believed
That, damn I stand for justice, must this be I'm moving fast
They say I'm too damn old & outta control from smoking too much grass
Bbut I got trouble in the myst, and all I got is Dragon fists
Aiming at your brain, at point blank range, and oh this shit don't miss
Yo, ain't nobody swinging like this, I bring the myst
Leave ya blind to the shit, that my muthafucking clip spit
Herbs yet, from the devastation, that be destination
Trooping with that Nation, keep the foul bassing
Ya blood rising like diamond crystal, when the nines in between
Ya eyes, bout to take out ya third sight
Seen it all when I was younger, many nigga still under
Impression, and second guessing without doing the knowledge
Metaphorical, hypothetical, story tellers
Still don't understand how I stay a hot fella
Ya barking like Old Yeller, still ain't got the bite of this
Vicious rhymealicious, ambitious in the game
Flame stay lit, to spark the brain, start the session
I make born the seven, and find my own heaven
[Politic:]
Tell me the truth, how could you blame me?
I only came to be the man I am, cause the way the streets raised me
It made me crazy, they the cause why I think like this lately
And chase weed with baby
Or maybe there's another cause, but why I crush up 'dro
And hit bars, often disobey lawas
They taught me think paper first
Hit the block til they say it hurts
Chase dough and not skirts
I'm a victim of a situation, unpaid bills and debts, chose my occupation
Heart racing, no pops, on the low from the cops
Hit the 'dro spot and only chill where it's hot
What you expect me to maintain, with the devil in my brainwaves
Learn the right rules for the wrong game
Can't change, I gotta stay in my lane
But you can't knock a nigga hustle, how he cope with his pain
[Chorus x2: Politic]
How could you blame me? I only came to be
The man I am, cause the way the game made me
Streets raised me, crazy, from the stroller to the day ya'll blaze me
[Politic:]
I went away for a minute, cause things got vivid
Had to learn how to limp and talk a little different
No more blowing pounds of chronic and chasing bitches
My game plan switching but I'm on the same mission
Still Poli', still live by the same motto
Still spit fluid that's hard for haters to follow
I'm in top shape, now I control my own fate
I still move weight, get papes and dip jakes
I change lenin, made my bed and laid in it
I cut the dead ends, brushed off and kept spinning
Patience is a virtue, that's the law that never hurt you
Take a sec, do it right, and ya dreams'll come true
That's a life lesson, dice games and hot weapons
Just a common strut, but smart niggas be side stepping
Stack dough, bend hoes and play the low
Spit so, dry rap niggas homage ya flows
[Chorus x2]
[Politic:]
Tell me how is it that, you can critize my acts
Turn my back to the fact that ya'll taught me to react
You said be patient, cause the good times coming
While I'm here waiting, tell me how to cope with being hungry
The future's bright, it's the present that's dark
Trying to come terms with that is the reason I spark
That's why caps get twisted, on bottles and niggas
And I always been enlisted with an army chasing figures
I done spent many a late night, writing by the moonlight
No beat, tapping my feet, to set the mood right
I learned young, nobody listens to ya tongue
Niggas only hear funds unless you talking with a gun
Now that's major, still you penalize me
For trying to get paper, I was taught that money was a savior
Cause in harm's fairs, brings hope to the people
Man it settle's tears, and makes all niggas equal
[ShaCronz:]
Call my the black Bronson, Cronz smoke hemp like Jack Johnson
When it beat my peep's heat clap constant
In the streets name spread like my reputation
I bet you hatin, die for respect, seconds you wasted
Godfather mc's to be a robber to mc's
Nowadays coward snitches so I don't bother mc's
Surrounded by drama parada bitches
Got a Cron Dada, blanks out, spit by Lamas with this production
Got hoes suckin dick
I flow reluctant if you got dough then show somethin
Fouls don't let him hold somethin, quick
Keep it funky, like sweaty draws, roll with steady force
Once the heat in his face, barely pause
Ready for war, especially on tour
May sure enemies that threat will be no more
I peer act of Emmy, chicks'll sex a female whore
Live television, fuck the D's, we flee no more
[Chorus: Free Murda]
You think you got it sewn up
Nigga don't get your hopes up
Everybody wanna blow up
Shit slowed up, since the cold Christ rose up
Stressin niggas, smoke up, get the dough up
(Nigga, it's a hold up)
[Free Murda:]
It's either freedom or death, kill or be killed
Either you murder or get murdered
Any sweet streets, that's real
I roll thorough with snake eyes in the 'ville
That'll eat your food with no problem
It leave a bad taste in your mouth
Like No Frills, foes that squeal, get fold in their grill
Yo, stick the dolja, holdin in crills
Sad the way they growin up so they blaimin their fathers
Niggas that was your hand, that was blazin revolvers
You scared of Brooklyn? Like that old baseball team
You a Brooklyn Dodger, Crooklyn dumb-dumb launcher
Don Juan, you don't bother
Never ice grill, ice on my chain give me chills
Long pants, no creases, with a low shirt
I know you heard about my Cali
No dirt, fools untook your tally
Fools done took a wiz
Now you got no work, couldn't never bend me
A nigga like me when no skirt
Have you Die Hard like Bruce Willis
What I mean is you die slow from the hands of true killers
Know these two villains, Lil' Free and Cron Gotti
Don like John Gotti, with a chrome long shotty
[Chorus x2]
[ShaCronz:]
It's a hold up, who want it? I'm nothin nice, duke I slice you
High dude, roll dice and heist schools, in night schools
Turn pigs to ground hogs, my hound dogs surround the streets
Rob with four-pound and easy, loungin speach
Real niggas put it down in the east, control towns with heat
Hard to be found, I creap, FT, the B'ville, the privacy
We kill MC's, grab the keys, sail away
I could drive ease, blowin tropic trees, monopoly rise
Probably nothin stoppin me from coppin three-fives
I thought I told y'all, when I first came out
Game clout, Fort Greene soldier, crush your dame out
Ya didn't believe the rumor, until ya herse came out
They found your head with your brain out, dead, lookin drained out
You got burnt, caught spittin my name out
Caught you in the same house, bubblin
Gain stealth in this game, I got to let my pain out
To torch you, smoke herb to get this strain out
We lost troops, egoist, freeze, hold risk
Cronz need no bitch, at the Cee-Lo split
I keep your chips all, Free toast it
[Free Murda:]
Always squeeze and bust your gun, Lil' Free trust no one
Chain down to my dick, that's frozen
Bust city nigga, fuck what he holdin
Leave your brain roastin, like dollars you foldin
U.K., I wet your ass up like coldcuts
I roll with don niggas that rock kicks like sho nuff
ENT's will get your ass tore up
If hollow tips don't make you slow up
Got dum-dum's that blow up
Now you swoll up, already know where the snitch at
Fool you wanna chit-chat, fuck around and get clapped
Felt your eyes pitch black, from all the gun buttin
Keep my guns bustin, high one touchin
Yo' ass from big guns that's rushin
This little nigga have your son runnin
This gangsta killa, bang me, my dogs'll bang the killa
Shots ring, blood stain on your Range killa
Triple low for show though, gangsta, run in my jeans
Pack a auto-shotty, pull my leg to run in my jeans
Like diarrhea, squeezin with tire heaters
That jam up, don't get your man amped up, throw shots
Up in this land truck until I catch other writers
Your dogs bark, but don't bite us
In the dark it's hard to fight us
You see the spark, what's the dawn fire?
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
All my niggas, if you with me, with me, with me
All my honeys, can we get it, get it, get it
[Buddha Monk:]
Where the mami's who don't mind, giving loving anytime
Hit me, hit me, if you with it, with it
Daddy Daddy Warbucks, top dog of this game
Want the, good loving, don't forget the brain
Now scream my name, as the sex enter ya frame
It's the pump to the pump, the pump, the love gang
Get ya head right, Henny and Ali', all night
Bring Sally, it's alright, the more, my dogs bite
I don't care, you got a man, he can join the party too
Two on one, baby, this thug's for you
Now whoa lady, ain't yo man, cause we did the wild thing
Talking styles and dreams and diamond rings
Niggas, I'm bugged out, only wanna chill and bug out
Push in and push out, come in and get out
Respect my game, it's just sex with me and my mans
Ain't no need for holding hand, names ain't calling again
Let's keep it friends, niggas
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk:]
You been warned, baby, hot love in a hot tub
Just five of your broads and five of my Gods
Now let's get it on, take off them thong-thong-thong-thongs
And let Daddy Warbucks proceed to get it on
If getting on is wrong, I don't wanna be right
I want you to, feel good, by the end of the night
I'm a dog by call, not by love at all
These pictures tricks paint, they done paint it in red
Ain't that the nerve of a chick, wanna call you a trick
But she done slept around with Tom, Harry and Dick
Duck down in the car when she saw her man Rob
Ask you to push the six, at an easy hundred clip
She want to be waterbed fed, spread across the bed
With Hot 97 station tuned in the air
Drink the Crystal, so she can sex the extra mile
And give this love with a golden shower now
[Chorus x4]
[Hook: Buddha Monk]
All my niggas, don't tell if you hit it
Oh my goodness, run away if it's kicking
All my niggas, don't be mad if black hit it
All my niggas, hit that ass right with 'em
[Juice:]
Just another day on the train, on my way to Sconnectity
This light skin ecstasy, sat right next to me
Tight jeans, heels, clean grill, the right recipe
Sparked a conversation, cause she's the one impressing me
Shorty got a man, but that's not stressing me
Darling named Mya, I think she want the 'best of me'
Guess we can skip the messy, you can check me
Pick a date, we can skate, reservate the best seats
Truth to game, I'm on the train, but I got a jet seat
And I don't like the Lex seats, but if you interest me
In the blink of an eye, we can fly in the S.C.
Penthouse, great suites, dinner winter, break feast
Don't even get out of bed, yawning, morning, you get fed
I let you breathe with the pres, but only if you give me head
Say you like my game, saying I like your frame
I'm your destiny, child, did I say my name?
Juice, the ice pirate, usually night riding
Kits and all that, got a man, I fix all that
I was Chris before rap, I'm never gon' fall back
Gave her my pager number, yo trust me, I call back
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk, Allah Real]
I thought love was a four letter word
Something I needed of her
Let's take this love to an ecstasy
Let's talk about the love between you and me
[Juice:]
Now we taking trips to the mall and all
You in my home, answer my phone, asking chicks what they calling for
We been together for like three weeks, been through like fifty sheets
Back seats and luxury jeeps, and balcony suites
Got me heaven, like Macy Gray and that ain't 'Common'
Pardon, I spend half the day, fast, I don't be calling
But you please me, say you need me
I don't need you, but insurance, I'll say it if need be
We can flee the coastery, where none of our posters be
Are you feeling sainty, as long as you close to be
That's how it's suppose to be
[Streets:]
Is that how it suppose to be...
Baby we can creep and do whatever, you know I'm done for a little
Freaking or whatever and I must admit
Let me whip the V, we go across seas and take trips
On the phone with all my friends telling 'em that I'm whipped
I know I got a man, but you got me weak and shit
And everytime I'm with him, think about you hitting my hips
It's only been three weeks, but to me, it's like forever
Dump your girl, it's me and you, nobody gon' do it better than me
I hold you down like Bonnie and Clyde
Through all your hard times, baby, I stay by your side
I be the one that you can call on them lonely nights
And cry with you when you down, as I hold you tight
The way I feel about you, boo, I never felt in my life
[Crave (Juice):]
A and B C, I squeeze the D.E.
I'm a F'ing G, niggas H on I
(J, I'm 718, deep in the grind
Four five six keeping the nine, stay on my tools)
In school I was dip and I was fly
65 was the grade and it was getting me by
(Kick in cafeteria tables, Harachi kicks flicking the sable
Sick with the lines, I'm a bad man)
I earn figures, learnt, never burn bridges
Get my cock licked, by these bird bitches
(I conserve figures, feeling cake on real estate
Donnie Bake elite, we burn niggas)
I'm advanced in the mind, I'm so deep it's like
I'm felt by the hands of the blind
(So let's see, let's see if my gun is empty
Test me, impress me, you best respect me)
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Bitch I, won't stop, rocking the rhythm
Cause, um, we get down, cause, um, we get down
Cause, um, we get down, cause, um, we get down
Cause, um, we get down, do you really wanna get down?
[Floorless (Mello):]
Yo, if I ain't hustling, I'm probably cutting up work in my ride
Cause I can't see working with a button up shirt and tie
(I'd rather be my own boss, cause nowadays
It ain't nothing that I can name free, even loans cost)
I'm trynna bone whores that hop in they own fours
And when it's war, they own guns pop and they own pause
(It's only right, me and my homey's tight
We run trains on your wife on a lonely night)
I clap 'em with his bird kids (then I ask 'em where his birds is)
If he don't confess, I dump 'em from the Willis Burg's Bridge
(Mello pose where the curb is, on the realest block
Son stay on the vacant strip where the nerds is)
You don't want feel pellets racing where ya nerves is
(Your name should be perfect example of what a herb is)
He don't want it with the O's (niggas'll beat him down and kick 'em out)
[Two minutes of talking]
[Buddha Monk:]
Have you ever been, picked on, pushed on, spat at
Walked over, left for dead by ya so called friends you broke bread with
Have you ever been, paid to be a liar, when the liar was him
But they believed in him, cause he always hold the truth and a lie can't bury
Have you ever been, with a gun to ya chin, cause they think you was him
One wrong move and you get it, as if you were him
Have you ever been, hated by her, want a baby by her
When she got her ass stuck up about getting in Rob's car
Have you ever been, left out, it's his game, his rules
His house, you don't like it, you can get the fuck out too
Have you ever been, one parent, the other never caring
Sharing drugs, needles, niggas in welfare planning
Have you ever been, want to experience these things like I did
Stay strong, make music, turn out to be a good kid
Have you ever been, tired of being whoever been, take matters
Into your own hands, and get rid of whoever been we'll I've been
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
I paid my dues, served my country too, God
All I got was a pat on the back, and when all is done, "ah who are you? " why me
It hurts to sleep in the streets, protecting the streets
But if one thing goes wrong, you don't love it in the land I need, why me
Can't be the person who just do little and sharing welfare
With other people who never been, why me
Can't be the person to tell a Mr. Deed
I'm the first to think of it, so uh, why not me, why me
[Buddha Monk:]
Why is it that, never more and we meet the fall
Judge and jury wanna hang us from the balls and throw us behind walls
Why is it that, I was a mistake, the other kids you wanted to make
Gave them dreams of being great, gave me a feeling, I want you hate
Why is it that, your button is red, my button is dead
I have no choice but shut the fuck up and be aware
Why is it that, we can go over there and fuck with him
I guess that's why they came over here and fucked with the twins
Why is it that, black on black is it the crack you pack, the gats you pack
But you live on the same corner, but he can't eat where you eat at?
Why is it that, shit it gotta be like that, you got once more
Part of this far place, and there's no way I can live where you live at
Why is it that, I don't know why it's like that, but I'm kinda glad
It's like that, they having sex with they cousins, grandmas and the boy's best friend
Why is it that, I'm smiling cause I'm not like them, pray for them
Pray for they sickening and make sure I don't turn out to be like that
[Intro: Drunken Dragon]
Niggas say they battling
... Say they battling... who battling, who battling?
[Chorus: Drunken Dragon]
Who want to battle, uh, meet me at the bar, rah
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon Fist Bazaar, uh
Who want to battle, uh, meet me at the bar, rah
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon Fist Bazaar, uh
Niggas say the battling, meet me at the bar
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon Fist Bazaar
[Drunken Dragon:]
I smoke your whole party fast, me and my people crashing
Live action, blasting, niggas without asking
What, where, when, why, how dare you dare
Ever declare war, drinking my beer
Puffin' lah, like, oh, no he didn't
Who you think you kidding with that flow you spitting?
Bout to catch an ass whipping, for talking trash
Listen to my nova blast, burning like kids cooking they kitchen
Without no permission or parent supervision
Apparently you missing this bomb shit, it's missing
The sounds bob consecutive, at the crowd I set it off
[Whistles] fireworks like July the 4th
[Chorus: Drunken Dragon]
Who want to battle, meet me at the bar
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon Fist Bazaar
[Drunken Dragon:]
Who want to battle, step into my lair
Dungeons and Dragons, who wants to be a player?
Call me a hater, cause it's the way my shit
Make a nigga realize you'se a faker
Dope style taker, one sheisty move maker
A little more soft and sweet, and I can bake ya
Who done man take me for, ya want war?
I kill you, you kill me, we still war
Trapped by the law, yo, I'd rather get money
Got no time for whores or these bonafied dummies
Talking bout what you can do, well show and prove
Some make moves, take your brain off snooze
Eighteen Manchuz, scheme and lose
Get fucked up like you had weed and booze
And my dogs eat food, unless you choose
To be the roast beef special on today's menu, yo
[Hook: Drunken Dragon]
Meet at the bar, it's the bizarre, bizarre, what
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon
Meet at the bar, it's the bizarre, bizarre, what
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon
[Drunken Dragon:]
I got snakes, creepin' all around my section
Take my sword of justice, sever legs and collecting
Soul power, from MC's I devour
Snatching niggas up by the collarbone, microphone
Regular, stranger, re-arranger
My style is infinite, I burn MC's when I spit
Equipped with a masterful mind, the rhyme simulated
By the wine, the harborer, rhyme writer
Definite reciter, while you bite another nigga rhyme
I mastermind, the dirty dozen devastator
Save the wackness, for practice, I freeze ya flow
Like Artic winds, styles I invent, now
[Chorus: Drunken Dragon]
Who want to battle, meet me at the bar, rah
Hit 'em with the raw, Drunk Dragon Fist Bazaar, uh
Who want to battle, meet me at the bar, rah
[P.G.:]
Hurry up, let's go, take all his riches
That's what I used to learn from these older misses
You gotta, stop, cock and roll with mister
Flip, flop, my robes from dub to misses
Only run with real dudes, with the guns for sticking
Big dicks for sticking, fat tongues for licking
The type you like, she can have all my riches
Pretty Girl, you thorough, cancel all my business
Like to stick my pretty two's, but known to get stitches
Since a young girl, I've been grown up figures
Little older now, and I'm getting grandfather figures
More grands, than the grams, my poppa was sniffing
Laid up, slumped up, is how we leaving these niggas
Turned up, cooked up, like turnips in momma's kitchen
Burned up, like niggas banging dirty bitches
There's many ways, with a kiss, blazing niggas
[Chorus x2: P.G. (Streets)]
Real recognize real, we known to spill
(Get back, flip tracks, been known to peel)
With hoes and fake niggas like Kodak film
(Kill tracks, murk beats, and we'll take your deal)
[Streets:]
It's real, kid, I'm that chick
Time to recognize who she runs with
Spit, bars, I'm so sweet
Gutter langer by the name of Streets
Son get soaked when by myself
Heavyweight bitch, I hold the belts
I, rip tracks, yes, she's hot
I, run them Streets, I run blocks
I, keep my heat, don't fuck with cops, no
Tell Diddy, I won't stop, no
Time to cop, so step your game up
The reason why these fellas open
From rags to roaches, we've been had though
Been smoked that 'dro, beef for a ho
Holla, come on now, bitch, I know my work
Who you talking to bitch, yo, I sold myself
[Chorus x2]
[Streets:]
Been enemy of the state since I was born
Trying to make some moves like Farrakhan
Trying to see the world before I'm gone
Spitting over Buddha's beats in Brooklyn
[P.G.:]
Yo, I'm caging niggas, I'm flaming niggas
Like drag queens in parades on Thanksgiving, niggas
Uh, it's real with no deal, I'm hiding man for niggas
Like mixtapes in the hood, over instrumentals
[Streets:]
Why, yo, we move in silence
Nowhere, to run, nowhere to hide
Bitch, keep that thing, by my sidekick
You jack and laid off to bust a nut
[P.G.:]
Uh, feel it in your guts, you know what's up, and what's what
Get bucked, fired up, light it up, it's a must
Cause, we be the chicks, niggas cannot touch
Chicken mimic how we spit, stop riding us
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Brooklyn love to sling them stones
Wherever we sling them rap, they get sold
And when we high, all we have to do is
Bust our chrome, well, well, well
[Buddha Monk:]
And where we at? Brooklyn, what we do? Get it pumping
Sell those hard things to make my lump margin
So stand back, don't get in my way
Or I'll have to let the AK tear up your frame
It's a serious game, this big dog need to eat, ya'll
Mess with me, ain't no problem to delete ya'll
I creep up on ya'll, then tie up all of ya'll
Take all your dough, you know I rely on ya'll
And I don't need the projects, I leave that to you cats
Any where else, nigga, you might lose that
Then I push the six, low to the floor
Head out of state, where I can get much more
If you a real thug nigga, you can roll in any slum
Set up shop, and sell that young
But ya'll dumb, ya'll rather sell shit where you from
Have beef with ya mans, turn heat on ya man
Here's the plan, take six, roll a new land
Me deep and root in, now there's a new sandman
It ain't where you from, it's how you play your hand
Get that cheese, then you get that van, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
Like I said before, I ain't got problems selling raw
Roll with two grips, and many clips
And I ain't scared of ya'll, shit I just fear for ya'll
That I might have to put one of these things in ya'll
Oops, did I say that, yeah I said that
And it's best for your health, that you don't forget that
I sneak from the back, rat-a-tat-tat
Then creep away like any normal ally cat
Your critics is wack, and let them know that you did that
Now it's a whole bunch his mans, coming to get that
I thought you knew that, bad boys move in silence
Ain't no need for the news nigga to tell that you violent
Look slow down, you wilding, didn't you know it's many miles
To that island, and you won't be smiling
You be dick like a hoe bitch, smacked like a hoe
Rock socks like a hoe, and your name is now hoe
So Duc-Lo, ain't no need for a show
You need that dough, ain't no need for ten folds
Got to roughly go, where no man has gone before
Deliver that raw, then the world is yours, critters
[Hook: Buddha Monk]
Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we
Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we
Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we
[Buddha Monk:]
As I, raise the roof, ya'll labels regroup
Stashing, saying shit and rules that never happen
But Daddy Warbucks still rated five mics
Drunk off of Henny, grinding ass all night
She give good head, my love, daddy sling pipe
Asking, 'was that you I saw last night? '
Yea, that was me, BET bling, feeling on this thing-thing
Number one, on your video screen
You can catch it on Cita or Funkmaster Flex
The Bassment, 106, play it at eight, kid
Nothing but greatness, tune in ya faces
Ya'll like it so much, even playa haters played it
I make it, just to let you know who's the greatest
Brooklyn, my town, the one that keeps taking it
Don't need a hundred troops, just a gun and Timbs boots
Black shirt, black pants, and a black mask
Disrespect this and I'll touch you fast
Lay that ass up with a coma or relapse
Do you think that you need this trouble where you sleep at
I was taught don't shit where you eat at
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Raise the roof, raise the roof
Raise the roof, raise the roof
Raise the roof, raise the roof
Raise the roof, raise the roof
[Buddha Monk:]
I was, born a hustler, so I'm a stay a hustler
Run with the click whose slugs will cut ya
My getty up niggas, love to ante up niggas
Tear up six figures, send hollow points, deliver
I dare ya'll to make one move, from here, ya'll
It'll be, doctor send EMS here
Newsflash, Daddy Warbucks done killed that ass
Had no remorse, just let his gun talk
Grew up, and crimed up, where at? By New York
Avenue, St. Marx, where the guns bark
Whether day or dark, I ain't afraid to let it off
If it's beef, nigga, then we gonna get it on
So fuck with me wrong, then my thug'll start bugging, whoa, you dead
I ain't never been scared, the dome will tear the flesh
If it's murder she wrote, then BK be gun notes, nigga
[Intro: Grime]
Uh... yeah... Wuuuuu... g-yea
Bedstuy, Brooknam, baby
That's all on our city
(Brooknam! Get ya money)
[Grime:]
It's like hood life, paper chase, everybody want chips
Get big, hustle game, money, get rich
All in all, players ball, ya slip, take a fall
If niggaz wanna work with them all then hit them off
Now you gone one but shorty said that he thinks he's gonna need a gun
Cause the men's on the strip be tryin to box him in
And we ain't havin that, so ya take this shit and ya take six clips
And you air em all out if them niggaz wan' flip
I got 7-6ths, that's two tray-8s and duck, come and get me
The fo' fifth is live, that makes 805 for a nigga ass
Test the beast and Macs'll smash
And when I walk the streets I keep one in the stash
And it's firmly tucked in the Lex in the Nash
I'm the best in the game, first draft pick
Yay stretch it come back like elastic
I try my best not to go left and stay right on
Stop at the best of spots and get my bite on
Cop at expensive shops to get the ice on
Props, top of the line to get the high on
I'm a get the Stuy on, third in line
But I ain't mad at Jigga and BIG, now get the Grime on
I got more money in the Banks than Tyra
And don't beg for none, g-yea, I'm not the government
No hand outs, I'm not Joey D. Fonda
[Outro: Grime]
Yeah... pimp... Grime... brotha is
And that's it... straight fire fo' yo' ass
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Another Frank B. production, huh?
I miss them days... oh, oh, oh, oh, you know what?
I miss them days, days
I miss them days, days
[Buddha Monk:]
I remember them days, where everyone used to play
Had to sit in my window and watch them play
It was one of them hot days, where you can sit, and watch girls legs
But mom didn't play, she had me doing grown men things
Michael, Mums and Marvin, too
Those were my dogs from 1-7-0, New York Avenue
We used to, run down the halls, knock on people's doors
Run down the stairs when they opened up they doors
Get a dollar fifty, head to the Chinese store
Get three fifty cent rices with lots of duck sauce
Play back tag, your it, ain't that a bitch?
Went and got quarters, who didn't play, didn't snitch
Ma, throw down some money, the ice cream man is coming
Loved banana splits, where my ice cream kept running
I miss those days, I treasure those days
If I could do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing
[Chorus: Mr. Tibbs]
I'm really missing you... I'm not a kid anymore...
I'm really missing you... Son, speak ya mind...
I'm really missing you... I'm not a kid anymore...
I'm really missing you...
[Buddha Monk:]
It was the life of Levi jeans and name plate rings
All Day I Dream About Sex was the thing
At three o'clock, it was Run-Run Sharp
A soda and a hero, watching who got killed, dog
After that, we run all back outside
Trying backflips, playing good and bad guys
Matchbox cars, flipping baseball cards
Scouting we cadets, and believing in God
Who can forget Mr. Spacey, who gave me my first job
Selling beef patties to Tracey and Rob
He told me, rush heavy, love life, if I can do that
Then why he wouldn't teach me how to touch a girl right
That's why I love hanging with the older gods
They taught me love, honor, respect, any woman that's mine
If I could turn back the clocks, just one more time
I wouldn't change nothing, just have fun times
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk:]
As we get a little older, yeah things do change
The life of a thug cat, with a plan for big things
Fam ain't ya fam, homies ain't ya homies
Your girl ain't ya girl, she be sleeping with Tony
Watch the news, Bin Ladin blew the World Trade
Flags are everywhere, yeah we live another day
Gas is high just like acid's high
You gotta run down on it, nigga, just to get by
Drop top Benz, suburban in the wind
White wall tires with them twenty inch rims
I miss those days, I love those days
If I could it all again, I wouldn't change a thing
[Buddha Monk:]
Excuse me, baby, can we talk for a minute?
I got something to say, I hope that you with it
What's ya name love? Hah, they call me Daddy Warbucks
Bad under the collar, a king sex driver
I'm digging you, lord, I wanna twist ya fruits
Clinch let too, buy you a house or two
You're a boogaboo, thug love, sugar in cup
How many lumps does it take, baby, to get to your love
Until the ends of time, girly, I truly adore you
Applaud you, lady, for the way that you walk too
Let it be known, this cat, is bad to the bone
Missing one thing, baby, that's burn through ya rug
Ya feeling my love?
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Loving you, baby, it ain't a thing
And do you, love the way I swing my thing
[Buddha Monk:]
What's ya preference, baby, of a man, hold you tight?
Cook you breakfast in the morning, with the eggs just right
I'm out of that type, it's thug love, skip the back rubs
Hot sex on the platter, where it's at, it doesn't matter
Fact is, when I'm done, you sweaty and breathless
Wreckless, nipples harder than Led Zeppelin
The kind of love read in books by L. Hardbird
The outer cover reads, how to nut inside her
A breaker breaker ride her, B.D. up in wide, her
Then dine her, to a place with cheesburgers and fries where
You all that I need, I be there for you
As long as you keep it tight, I'll be there for you
You feeling me, boo?
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
It's crazy, I'm just try'nna live my life
It won't let me... check it out
[Buddha Monk]
I was, born in the streets, where most thugs come from
Born in the streets, where every nigga got a gun
Born in the streets, where beef will get you leaking
Born in the streets, where police'll beat you frequent
Or go to get that, ya'll cats, ya'll still need that
Pull out the heat and make sure, your body eat that
Low profile, watch it, where you be at
So me and my mans, can poly, nigga, come and see that
See what you lack to move quiet, but ya bitch is on ya back
Telling how much you make, nigga, and where you keep it at
You think you need that, when the g's ain't trynna see that
Now you're sitting there, wondering where you bleeding at
But no need for that, for you making your soul see that
Six feet under the ground is where you sleep at
Rest now, only the image of you looks over the ground
While your kids is with a bastard who don't care now
Rest in peace...
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
This world is nothing but sorrow and pain
I'm just try'nna get by the day
Can I live my life? I just wanna live my life, and
No matter how hard I try to refrain
For putting a slug in someone's brain
Can I live my life? Why can't I just wanna live my life? Oh no...
[Buddha Monk]
It ain't my fault I turned out to be a bastard
But as them bullets got close, I had to learn to bust a ratchet
I wasn't even, looking for the war
But Sally hit me off, on how they wanted to score
Had clips galore, vest up, grab henny from the store
Call my man, Kenny, nigga and told him to meet me at four
With discreet when I walk, causing all beef when as we walk
Cuz if I did that, man, that's more heat that we brought
So we, peace with our walk, low key with our talk
Gave out bags of weed, to throw them nosy niggaz off
Now that we did that, it's green light where we live at
Let them punks bring the beef, nigga I'm ready to clap
Send 'em back to the essence, where their man rest at
Or while I'm doing that, make sure that we don't get clapped
When the smoke clears, is there any one there?
I don't care, for all I know is I'm still here
Never worry about staring at the death of my peers
Cuz I know they wishing it was my death, instead of theirs
That's why they laying there, scared, hoping death they don't hear
But their heart is beating fast, tell 'em now beware
Slug punch the left lung, body now numb
Now it's back to the light of dirt, where you came from
Look dunn, this beef here, we didn't even want, son
But we gonna deal with the shit, nigga, however it comes, believe that
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
There are eight million stories
in the naked city, choose one...
Yo, it's time for a change, yo
All our babies is dyin from AIDS
Children are in the hospital
cuz their moms beat them
in broad day on the streets
We got to change y'all
That's how it's goin for you
so here it goes, c'mon now
[Chorus x4: Buddha Monk]
Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream
Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams
[Buddha Monk]
I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terrible
Drug dealers, gun slingers and fuckin rebels
They was out to get knees to feed seeds
Takin mad g's, killin their own breed
Heartless to this game to get a gold chain
Never thinkin who they killed, skin was the same
It's too lazy to realize what you've done
Here lays the brother's dead victim's son
Things break out and kids start fallin
When yo' kid is shot, these three Gods will start callin
You lost your foes and you lost your soul
So ya hide up in ya house cuz ya thinkin it's the gold
Ah, now it's too late, they see you down that block
Aimin at that head with two nines, never glocks
So take up and take heed my friend
because now is the time, your life will now end
cuz...
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk]
As I stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin gin
Waitin for another nigga to commit a sin
Ah, there he goes, just walkin down the block
Thinkin that he's hot cuz his glock rock knots
Sprayin up shit cuz he thinks he's the man
Robbin and stealin from the niggaz in his Clan
He's trife, when he ignite, he socks light
he put seven of my friends in the past life
Yo, I'm tired of the shit that he's done
Let me call the Gods and get the gitchy gun
(Blaow! Blaow Blaow! Blaow!)
Light chunks spray all over the place (AHHHH!)
I seen the brother's face, put gun to his face
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk]
Yo, next on the menu, from here we continue
A fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a fuckin kin too
She had big tits, long dress with slits
and every nigga on the block just wanted to dip
But what they caught was bad ways and bad decisions
That was one thing that the bitch forgot to mention
Late in the hall, sex on the wall
She's havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya balls
It doesn't matter to this type of trick
cuz she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clips
She laid and prayed cuz the rent wasn't paid
Till finally, one day the bitch caught the germ AIDS
Now she feels that she shouldn't have done it
To my fuckin niggaz, please weight ya fuckin garments
* only appeared on the promo version of this LP
[Intro: Sampled singer, (girl)]
ooohh.. ooohh... (You go girl)
If they could only be real (Buddha, Buddha, wake up)
If they could only be real (Buddha, baby, wake up)
If they could only be real (Buddha! Buddha, get up!)
If they could only be real (Buddha, what's the matter!? Get up!)
If they could only be real (Buddha! K-Blunt, Spiritual, he won't wake up!
What's the matter with him!?)
[Buddha Monk, (sampled singer), {Drunken Dragon}]
In the land of the dreams I visualize to stay alive
Thirty-six brides and a mansion that stands high
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Diggin in my stash, shit is movin too slow
Time to re-up, so I could live up, the lap of luxury
Thirty-two g's and a beam, that's a man's dream
There's gonna be a lot of cuttin ass tonight
Knowin that you might be that nigga that has to pay that price
The desire of my trust, it was just a fuckin lust
(In the land of my dreams) there's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
In there any shape of figure we could ever trust?
{No! only in the land of the dreams.}
[Chorus: sampled singer]
In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
[Buddha Monk, (sampled singer)]
Life's a scheme, false covenants and shattered dreams
Crack fiends, my third eye's seen
Now this is Hell, now beyond us, thinkin Jeffery Domer
If that ain't the devil, Brooklyn must be the Bahamas
My drama's my crazy encounters with eight-five guys
If I take his life, then he'll take mines
Powerful mills for blood spills and spine chills
Chicks fuck for crack deals, when they can't pay bills
That's real, like the AIDS epidemic kills
Good for burnin sensation, but you get no fire chills
Just back drafts, you could learn a lot from a dummy
The brother that pasted is that brother that will last
Relax, black, focus your mind on refinement
Only then will your powers just be climbin
(If they could only be real)
Sisters, don't be so quick to put your shit
lettin everybody hit it, equality's your limit
(If they could only be real)
Reserve the best part for you and me in the bed scenes
{Why?} You're in the land of the dreams
[Interlude: Man, (Woman)]
Umm.. excuse me, Miss Chambers? (Yes, Mr. Chambers?)
How you doin, my love? I got remorse, I ain't feelin it.
I can't feel that. The son is Allah. He's in the sub-conscious
state of consciousness. (For real?) You know what I'm sayin?
He's livin, as he's prayin it, as recorded by my head nurse.
He has a lot of core system brainal activity. He restored a life.
(What is this?) He's doin it, but he got shot by it. There's
nothin more that we can do about it. Let me assure you that there
is a team of specialists, by his side at all times. (Please, Jesus,
don't take my baby.) If he can't, we've gave him the best we've got.
(Please, don't take my baby)
*chorus x3 in background of interlude*
[Buddha Monk]
Nightmares of bein gunned down by fast foes
Shows no escape, I awake before my fate
Take precaution, when walkin the streets I can't slumber
Knowin somewhere lies a bullet with my number
Paranoid, can't avoid, what my life is due
My mind is strapped, monitored as ICU
Flashes of purses, I'm runnin wild, hearin nurses
Conversin my mental state with my Old Earth
and I can't assure, here baby boy's gonna be fine
Stuck in a coma, only speakin with one mind
The dream reoccurs, no sight of my assassins
in this mug, bloody visions of a gat and a slug
Schemin for cream, in a reality it seems
to be my mind, duckin death, in that land of dreams *echos*
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Test, uh, Daddy Warbucks
Lexus, Ranger, Benzes, Beemers
Big boy suburbans, twenty five, Jesus
[Buddha Monk:]
Brooklyn's journalist, yeah, you heard it right
The east street talker, I can be heard tonight
Not the type for 9 to 5, I prefer the dice
Not the type to fight, I prefer the life
I did alot of wrong, maybe a little right
Will the lord forgive, or is the bible hype
I serve food for thought, everyone's life to the fight
While I'm serving, I emerge a serpent
I get to talk about, nines and cursings
Swerving, as it was all club bunnies and thirsting?
It ain't funny, dog, the money got 'em hurting
And they telling all they friends, that I'm a bad person?
At night, I'm like Jamaicans, how I jerk chicken
Dirt Diggiler, stickin' bitches, niggas ain't getting
I'm so amazing, papa
When I spark the blunt, it's fake and blucka-blucka
[Chorus x3: Buddha Monk]
I'm ready to do this, where them hoes at?
Don't want excuses, where the dough at?
Lexus, Ranger, Benzes, Beemers
Big boy suburbans, twenty five, Jesus
[Buddha Monk:]
Now the D-A Double D-Y, for the Daddy and I
War is fully armored and ready to die
Bucks is for bitches, Mo's and clubs
Get in my way, dog, and I'm a fuck you up
It's not that easy to get, whose off the heezy
See me, dog, I dip your pockets if need be
To sum it up further, I should change my name to murder
You franchise my name on pants, shirts and sweaters
I'm like EZ Passes, run straight through them asses
Clip after clip, making coogie sweaters drip
So the next time ya'll niggas trip, ya'll better think before ya'll get
A whole heap of trouble that'll get your ass dead, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
Ah, oh my God, this look like another hit
[Juice:]
How you balling, my squadron, move forward
Flow past, with no pass, official, we test the rep
Whistles blow often, your crew can't rush, my defense
With your two-hand touch, ya'll niggas be reaching
My legion's a league, we see no need for the beef, yet
We seizing the beat, take it for my knees
Use what an ounce to spark, hit it out the park, first class kid
First draft pick, make it seem easy
[Che Logan:]
Guess who popped up, it's Logan on the set
Chill and I step, the kid with the high school rep
Put one in your fade, nigga I was born to live it brave
Chilling on, top of the world, spitting on braids
Making my money, capital, right, niggas like that Michelob
She do it for the heights, sitting on bikes, laid back
Nigga this is payback, fuck this shit
Money over bitches, mob life, fuck in a skit
[Popi:]
Ducati's in gold, bang on Kamikaze's at shows
P.O. popular flows, we calculate, no need to reload
Put the burner to the top of your skull, can't copy my flow
I'm hotter than gold, copies who sold
BK, it's the origin here, not according to fear
Push the God, then I murder your peers
It's all about paper, no need to debate
Watch my dough rise like yeast, and my wallet's inflate
[Main Event:]
Verbally vicious, ice grill, posing for pictures
Who wanna battle, meet me at 'dawn' like detergent for dishes
Gangsta spitter, I'm pure like the water in Britta
While your man's full of shit, like your kitten's litter
My thoughts get sicker, every time I'm bent off liquor
Niggas get tossed in the sea with the dolphin Flipper
Main is a walking center, I'm hating beer that's bitter
[Intro: Babyface Fensta]
Yo, yo, yo...
Yeah... yeah... ok... (Babyface!)
[Babyface Fensta:]
Fensta has no equal, Cno Evil, Knievel
Stuntmen, tell the people, why you gotta front man?
The drama, they don't really want, man
Need to relax, go smoke a blunt, man
Word, stop fronting, talking bout nothing
Biting, reclying flows, ya'll dudes ain't pros
You got your raincoats on, you bout to get wet
Rat-tat-tat-tat, get flat-tat-tat-tat
Lyrical shot-tot-tot-tot, gun, the mask got-got-got
Don't jump-pump-pump-pump, Fensta mash up-pup-pup
The dance bwoy, many, some space razor pa-pump
Impeach the leech witness, B-E-A-A-A-A-st
Then to teach, for re-re-reef, the you-you-you-you-you-youth
With the truuuuuuuuuuuuth, give 'em the proooooooooooof
Hundred percent authentic, vampire, mystic garlic
[Chorus x2: Babyface Fensta]
If they don't know, and I know
Living in the sure and the way
To go, my love, yo I cherish above
Anything they can think of
[Babyface Fensta:]
Ring-a-ding-ding, sting-a-ding-ding
Ping-ping-ping-ping, pong
My song along the whole nation
Across the globe, tackle Babylon
What do dem not write, with no weak drum
People get ready, they strung
I know it's been long-long-long-long
Long-long-long-long-long-long-long
Me say, Fensta tried so come-come-come-come-come
Them fast it soon, done-deh-deh-dem
Done-deh-deh-dem, done-deh-deh-dem
Them said they fast is soon, done-deh-deh-deh-dem
Whoa!
[Chorus x2]
[Babyface Fensta:]
It's fantastic, I'm selected to be electric
Your house, don't bet it, my words prophetic
Your rap is pathetic, wanna let out the hatred
Might regret it, I see the clones, in my zone
Trynna dethrone the king, but I'm the father
The master, everything, they not, can't stop my bum rush
Won't, don't, dare, compare, them guys to muah
Say Andre Butwa, to understand, I'm the original black man
From the continent of Asia, born in America
Modern day Soddom and Gomorrah, here to change the fizza-formula
Follow me, check-a vampire, pon fire
Pon mi fasi, won me non retire, I'm here to take you higher
Level-level, forward selecting, striking
With the thunder and lightning, this be a Fensta writing
No pen & paper, just mental exercising
Fensta, always, mash the session
Trun-trun, trun-te-tun-tun-tun, tun!
[Outro: Babyface Fensta]
Yeah, big up 90's, big up all the people all over the world
Brooklyn Zu, Buddha Monk, Q-Plex, all my peoples
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I figure I give you niggaz this one,
drunk off the liquor
This is for all you crazy cats
This is how its goin down
I'm seein my shit *echo*
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?
Wha-wha-what? what?)
[Chorus x4: Buddha Monk]
Straight out the Zu of valleys and rats
Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats
[Buddha Monk]
This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance
For all you non-belivers and Riker's pe-verts
Blinkin with the Monk will get ya swallowin ya pride
in chunks, while my flow just blows ya mind up
Get ya groove on on, but watch ya set
Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set
>From the gate, I drop smart bombs on the fake
For the most, I roast and toast a nigga in any coast
This vigilante, known to be drunk off this Hennessey
Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own enequity
Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free
Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze
B-U-D-D-H-A M-O-N-K, representer on the Brooklyn Zu thing
What's next? Brooklyn brawler, run for the border
And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater
[Chorus x4]
[Buddha Monk]
It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker
>From here, now and after, catch this Brooklyn Zu rapture
Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be gone
Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now bring it on
Your lame ass, I'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast
You niggaz make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax
The body catches whip-lash from the shit that I'll spit fast
It's gon' be the number one seller, played by my man Bobby Dash
You won't be next to flex this, Stretch Armstrong just blessed this
The lurch said I'm feelin it, Evil Dee said I'm killin it
The drug blood, I'ma smoke this one bud
and show my people out there appreciation for givin me love
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: Unknown voice]
Power, equality, Allah sees equality
To the whole Atlas, this is from the Manchuz, God
All God squad, Manchuz and Brooklyn Zu, the Zu Ninjaz
I'd like to say peace to everybody in the World
Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit
That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you
You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born
Born thru reality, Yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy
[Popa Wu:]
Yeah Y'all
Yeah
Buddhism, is thirty five thousand years old
Buddha, the twenty-fourth scientist, manifest through his supreme wisdom
His culture
What brought forth the equalities of his Buddhism
With a knowledge that he manifested, was through his own reality
And had to be cast out, cause it was so real
He brought forth his own reality, a' how he was going to win this won
Because in reality, the warrior always lives through death
There's no death in man
At the beginning of time, man came to existence of himself
All it was is life
Cause from life, brings life
Buddha bless me
Buddha seen an everlasting life, of his own reality
How he gonna master his own universe
The sparks and friction of the Buddha Monk
Was conquering in destroying the death
Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me
The reality, the reality, the science of the sparks and friction's
Well the spark was the knowledge in his mind
And through his wisdom, they all realize
Understanding told him to see through his third eye
By being G-O-D, he's seen his reality
Arm leg leg arm head, Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me
Can I see? I can the forest from the trees
And it brought forth my reality
Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me
Yeah let me give you a little Jew
We have all agreed as the Sun of Man there is only one God
And we wasn't losing no time, searching for that, that does not exist
We knowledge the cipher that we existed in
And brought forth are own reality
So now we understand the cipher, and what and how it was made
In the beginning, God said let there be man
And let the man bring forth light
Through his wisdom, he manifest his own cipher
To be in the sad person of that ability
That the civilized is held responsible for the uncivilized
And must be punished by the old mighty Buddha Monk
Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me
So I took it into psalms eighty-two
Chapters sixth, seventh and eighth
It says he Buddha, is the God of the most highest
Rise and take your place
And show the using and in hurting the universe
Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me
[Buddha Monk:]
Open your eyes, have knowledge to bring forth the truth
And the truth is life [laughing]
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
So stink on it
Welcome to the world of the real Zu hip hop
And where all that other bullshit gets put the side, nigga
We want you to sit back, enjoy the show
And then walk on this, next up to give you just what you need
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
Ya'll niggas wanna be like us
Ya'll niggas wanna be like us
Then don't stop, get it, get it
It's impossible to be like us
Cause if you was us, you might turn around
Catch two of those, to the gut
[Buddha Monk:]
I can't understand why you trying to cop grams
When in the first place you getting beat by your mans
And you're not even gun ho, not even drug known
Open up the door, nigga, and you will get blown
You're fronting and you trying to impress your friends, your life now ends
How they knew, you copped that Benz?
Pop the Crystal, Moet, Thug when you Passion
Drunk when you drunk, dead when they blasting
But if you was us, you wouldn't be dead on the floor
You'd be up on some corner looking for 'exit' on the wall
And I don't run out backdoors, I clap out backdoors
Chill up with your whore, laying with no more
It's a must that I bust, any nigga that want it with me
I was raised by my Crown Heights family
So those who still up, buckle up, knuckle up
Then there might be a chance that you can be like us
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
You probably wondering, how I became this ruthless bastard
It started when pops left, when the doctor whooped my ass, kid
It's a hard knock life, pop left, pop right
You know what this is, lay down, clinch ice
It's not a game, I came to take, fuck fame
I leave it for them cats that need to make a name
It's the best kept secret, it's kept when you delete it
Leave no witnesses, you get no six years
Stop dumbing, my dumb dumbs love to hot something
Blaow, blaow, blaow, clack, clack, clack, you don't want none of that
You want to be like us, then your gun splatter bust
Ashes to ashes and fuck a nigga's trust
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
There you have it, muthafuckas
Another day of sadistic bullshit
Going down under the hood
This is Row Daddy Row, I'm a realer station
That ya'll muthafuckas ain't tuned into then
But until then, Daddy Warbucks keep banging
Ya'll listen, shit is real
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Ahahahaha
Minds start to freeze, at ease
Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez
Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz
Comin at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a theater near ya
(To all my muthafuckin niggaz in the place to be
And lllllast man to me)
We gon' take hip hop to anotha level
[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Wu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call of the Wu
Zu, Gots like come on through
Su, That's the call for the Zu
[Hook: Buddha Monk & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If your from the east coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
If your from the west coast and
you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, That's the call for your crew
[Buddha Monk]
Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple
And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle
Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire
Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher
I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggaz hit the floor
And word iz bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, I slam on this nation with motivation and watch out for the Zu
domination
We could take it to anotha level, glock-block that kills treble
Honey rebels, and all yall niggaz betta end up in fuckin Belleview
Yo, I mean that, I'm a god and I cut you no slack
You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back
Your some lame ass nigga rockin Tommy Hilfiger
With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger
And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination
You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation
[Chorus]
[Drunken Dragon - Zu Manchuz]
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting
On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that shit
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick
The Drunken Dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" 'cause
[Chorus]
[Buddha Monk]
Back the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
Look on my face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the alarm
Monks in the front know not to fuckin drunk
Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my skill
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, 'cause
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av.
Peace, to my nigga Wack
(Its all good, its all bad
Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally
You'll neva see meeeeeee)
Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu
[intro: buddha monk, (shorty shit stain)]
Yea, aight, yo
We just gon' shut all these mothafuckas up
(for all y'all gangsta mothafuckas)
Yea, that shit
[shorty shit stain of brooklyn zu]
It wasn't my fault you came outside without ya strap on
Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of possession
Should've rolled deep, get crooked by niggaz I creap
And catch ya when ya least expect, the hard head
For those livin trife, it cuts like a knife
Who choose to play dice, who choose to play dice
It's that, this one is a money maker
My album took that taker, I see ya nigga money and he stashin
I caught that nigga and I had to quick react
And blast quick, nigga tried to front, he gonna laugh at
This type of style is hardcore, nigga tried to front
When he what? what? move on him, what?
But i'ma hit him with my utmost shit
If ya can't bring death, then ya can't represent
[chorus: buddha monk]
Deadly is the slang from the brooklyn zu
When we comin thru ya town, what ya niggaz gonna do?
[dutch masta killa]
Never carried steal, before ya got that deal
But now ya wouldn't have got it, so now ya puffin chronic
Two heads of drakness comin forth, there is many
Blind once or twice, then those heads become pennys
My swing is more deadly than a shot from yo gun
You see I swung once, but really I swung fourth
Just be by yo vision, now yo shit's on the floor
Shit like that, ya can't face with plasta
Sent niggaz back 'cause I am the dutch masta
Kill or pylon wack-ass styles in the mud
Minds deep in heart, this is gold wit yo gut
It's understood, oh he be someone you can't see
And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe
>from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse
There's nothin that happens that could've been worse
Let me free, atom bomb will be the final sequel
Which all men are cremated equal
[buddha monk]
Never war, come back on four tracks
Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be wack
Never more, actual fact
Comin thru with the killa bees attack
My sword has the power to devour in any hour
Slang cuts ya brains, now ya veins only hang
Matter of sense, so I inflict the killa hits
Dirty will assist with this mix, breaks mad shit
There's is no crew that can test the 1-12 crew
Don't let me go suu!, killa bees comin thru
Break the war with the great and it kills with the slicin
I come with mad sins, I'm the happy man again
Come into my realm and I kill like the lizard palm
Can't prevail with the tails, now ya mind dwells
Into a dimension, no facts, only fiction
Who's sent to this train has three sixes on their skin
[dutch masta killa]
Bloaw! little hare was good, was dippy
The wild-ass hippy who always packed the heater
Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood life
He ran with his man from the second floor
Livin happy, puffin on the staircase wall
Greedy had a younger brotha, they both lived with motha
Motha had no fatha, they both held each otha
And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the seat
Never knew the feat, at nite he would creap
Was still packin heat, the planned to catch a digga
Greedy caught the hiccups, one, two more, three
But nosey got away, the eighty-fiver man
Yea, he still strayed away, the clean eddie faked it
No icepick or fist, glock or tech-nine
He contemplated this, caught in the shootout
His man wanted his boot out, he was caught in a trance
He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now momma's grave missed
[outro: dutch masta killa, (odb)]
Comin at 'cha from every type of angle
Ya know killa bees represent the bronx
Queens, manhatten, all over this world
The east coast, straight and down
Straight out of clark's
And all over everywhere
Medina warriors
