This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby...
watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
what the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
stay reppin' Queens with infra-red beams...
[Verse 1]
I only rock with fam'n
plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons
roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin'
8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n
cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
turn it to knots landin'
gun shots got 'em scramblin'
leavin' 4 cops to examine
the streets are frigid so I speak it vivid
sleep it, love it, and live it
if you want one of these slugs I'm'a give it
and pop you 'till you drop liquid
your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
all for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
the wrong spot to risk it
nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits
get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
keep it far from the child shit
.40 cal. spit
runnin' with wild cliques
dead you and beat the murder trial shit
12 valve whips
the strip is scorchin'
flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
strippin' your fortune
shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
orphans that spit the fifth often
mad chicks get abortions
weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
federal stakeouts, spots get raided
shots get traded
come in a lock everything rock related
keepin' the cell blocks overly populated
incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
bodies get operated
some get chopped and faded
leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
for dough metal gets rasied
when shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
the ghetto we praise.
Chorus -
The life you hold
is just like the dice you roll
be careful kid, these streets is ice cold
the thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol
for the price of gold
as the story of our life gets told.
[Verse 2]
How many make it out, it's one in a Million
scared to death 'cause one of your children
just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building
dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians
livin' in pain, kid in a street gang
trapped in these blocks where the heat flames
where niggas reach for they thang
speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang
bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games
look out for the cheap dames that set you up
invite you to the crib to wet you up
lift your necklace up
quick to lift and mess you up
Smith and Wess' you up
never press your luck
be prepared to bust
how many you dare to trust?
keep your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of Remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send
me over
send some Guinea's to roast ya
if they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters
give 'em the Kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder
life is about bendin' them slimmy's over
plenty Bentley's and Rovers
half naked Women for Limo chauffers
crib with the Fendi sofa's
black Costa Nostras
crack Jehovas stackin' like Sosa
Taylor made suits with Gucci penny loafers
MAC Tens in holsters for rats and vultures
havin' DT's package and coach us
these raps are vulgar
blow the backs of cobras
roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers
corners and slum hangers
the brick a ton bringers
keep one in the chamber
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
[Obie Trice]
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna loot
like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and
let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms
shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes
everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave
your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
O's an animals skirts get mirked
don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from who you be with
keep this a secret right by the nuts
a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraff necks
poverty will make your ass bet on words
touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents'
they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
if that's the case then get a bigga one
you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood
that's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump
I where a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings that bling like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them
out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
living lavash, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come
I'm the clouds you won't see me in the trains
I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name, cause I don't going back and forth
your boss and your captain's soft
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose
my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM)
you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assasins
ski masks and gloves consider this as a warning
disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
but we are fizast, fuck your litte bitch ass up
we are not killers, my vato will have you shot though
drag through the varrio and fucked like Kim Osario
litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real
we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill
did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
shady records you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, I don't smoke
but I toke enuff second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco
I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me
when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people
a tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her
with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
you ever had your cat pealed back or your shit pushed in
I put my blade in your like a fucking pin cushion
slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that I'm loco essay?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm slim sha...dy and the "d" is for deez nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three months, I'm having an E party for easter please come
[50 Cent]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a 12 gauge mossbert to pump up your chest
have you gasping for breath after that shell hit your vest
fear me like you fear god cause I bring death
Silverback gorrilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest one around you know how I get down
I watch gansta flicks and root for the badguy
and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die
if you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to
so what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new
you can raise your voice like you fending to touch something
when I raise my knife shit I'm fending to cut something
see I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
if the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me
(haha Sorry Kim haha)
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Souls Assasins y'all
What up Muggs?
[DJ Muggs]
What up Em?
[Eminem]
It could happen to you
Don't count stars or you might stumble
Someone drops a sigh and down you tumble
Keep an eye on spring, run when church bells ring
It could happen to you
All I did was wonder how your arms would be
And it happened to me
Keep an eye on spring, run when church bells ring
It could happen to you
All I did was wonder how your arms would be
And it happened to me
It could happen to you
Intro:
Yeah, what? '96
One two, one two, nine-double-tre
Infamous Mobb up in this, Infamous Mobb
up in this shit, *?nine car?* to the year 2 G
We're all set like this, to my nigga Kicko
Yo, y'all, Gambino, godfather
(Ty Knitty)
I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the world again
Slash dove slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's knees for cheese
Seems I gotta redeem, puncture your chest
til I see flesh and bleed
Then I all set, set
things correct, balance weight, no escape
It's the Infamous Mobb to the year 2 G
My fam will be known throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to Earth
Goddamn it, just planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed I planted
Another life I give, Ty Knitty
A visible shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
or you end up crimed at will, only the real
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I shield
Police guns'll blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under fire you fold, nigga
(Scarface)
For all my team locked, locked inside facilities
Penitentiaries, steady livin in misery
intensively, then I strike you mentally then physically
Infamously rap the QBC
Convincively I can advance Dee, it's a prophecy
Live a lottery, shut up, massive mynogany
(Gambino)
I got my nigga ???? black, killer black in the world again
Holdin me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, Scarface and Gambino
Two grimeys, word life combined one is in my body, dun
Now we're livin life as one
[Yo son, (yo son), I gotta stop threadin on that shit, man, word up!]
But we trapped on this planet til the day that we die
Ain't no way to escape sight from my twin eye
Above my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far side only to see with Mobb eye
Genuine shine, left blind by bright light
Strike like Navy SEALS seen with dark light
with the 'seal gat lace black for combat
(Lace black for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)
(Scarface)
Twenty four lie, Southport I support
all my niggas li-locked down for life
Keep ya head tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, five Berreti ready
to chop or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go handle your business, champion winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with medicine
curin your soul, takin control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke land
Fool proof plan, like the gingerbread man
catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my Queensbridge family
*?Tee-na?* beats ta expand
Lakin Luchiano feedin DJ Benny
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta George ????
Cliff Diggity my niggity
Fat Mom mouldy rap and Tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, JL, *?why too young?*? Go hire two
Old time Fake Lou, Tee cut the groups
Green Eyes and Nickel, Tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun knot slingin panties, go
send his ass back to Puerto Rico
Jakes on terror, do black skins
All my men...
Chorus:
Life is tragic (tragic)
Back in the world once again (once again)
Tryin ta make a million times ten (times ten)
Friends, how many of us have them?
Grow with, this cat had the clap on the Infamous Mobb
In the world once again (no question)
Tryin ta make a million times ten
Friends, how many of us have them? (Have them)
[Wyclef Jean]
This is not the burial, it's the ressurection
Hey kids gather 'round (All around the world)
It's DJ Muggs, with Wyclef (Yeah, all around the world)
Aha, I got a story to tell (All around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
[Chorus]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
(uh-huh) Says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean? Huh (uh-huh)
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
I wanna wake up from this dream
(I wanna wake up from this dream) Check it out
[Verse One]
I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like a mulet
Drink white Russian; game, Russian roulette
Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin
Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman
Jumped into the cab said, "Hail Mary, full of Grace"
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept with Vanity, sold my soul to Robin Leach
Devil music in my ear, no fear, I'm pumpin Def Leppard
Slow down, here comes the narc' with the German shepherd
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
(uh-huh) What do you mean? What do you mean?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (uh-huh)
So in the streets, the product must be clean (uh-huh)
[Verse Two]
Five-eleven, the young one went to heaven
Yo with the gun to his head; yo he was already dead
Sunday mornin in court, the judge got Wyclef confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with Ghandi (uh-huh)
My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright
Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was Crips-tonight (bing)
Godfather got the cottonballs to his cheeks
Pig couldn't fly straight so you die in your sleep
I stay awake only to see Nicodemus
The young one got murdered, the day was the Sabbath
[Chorus]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
What do you mean, says the boy to the fiend
Why we killin for the green?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (All around the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream
[Verse Three]
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty little dancer, voice like Tina Turner
Chickenheads are you a virgin? Yeah right, so was Madonna!
S-s-sinner, sinner, seek the master
If not, feel the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in Oklahoma
You caught a bad one like a kid catchin pneumonia
So storyteller, what's the moral of this story?
Live reality and don't get caught up in your fantasy
[Chorus]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
Aren't we all human beings? (uh-huh)
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 (M-16)
But the dream.. is still for green..
(so) so we die in the steam
[Wyclef Jean]
(What do you mean, John 3:16?)
This is how it is around the way, y'knahmsayin Muggs?
Wyclef.. and it don't stop
Refugee Camp, bing!
Intro:
Schyeah!
Stick em
I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late
Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights
Verse 1:
Been brained in the pain since hotter than July
My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high
Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)
like Hammer can't touch us, automatic workers
No showstop always get in for the realer
Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa
I said "Y'all in?", never stood too tall
like Mike outta motherfucker Off The Wall
Me's cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes
Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass oppose
Mr Tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
Been doin crimes, one time definite in '89
Can't stop it though, y'all gots pounds to push
in the back of the *?Allenue York?*, Ducati
Got em fly like birds, OK who got the pick-up?
Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up
Schyeah!
Chorus:
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
Verse 2:
Watch out for the phonetap
One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap
Ain't nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns gone clap
Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped
In a minute, weight pushin '96 SS's
and niggas bailin 'round with S's on their chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver
Executor, Billy The Kid the straight shooter
Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga Muggs got it sold like Chynna White
This ain't the row, jack, situation's lookin grim
B's like Tina out on a limb
We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got styles's but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show
And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (BING!)
Chorus (x2)
Verse 3:
I push ya round like Mr Biggs stuffin a fire
No TV screen keeps my access live
Got the Glocks on ready to shake rumps like Teddy
Keeps ya distance we be's the Gs that's deadly
Keeps the Cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no which way is up
I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches
Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch
You knows the business, it's paper, son
Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run
Better known as Chester who gets the cheesin
Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin
For the money I do's the evilest things
Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop to the break o' dawn
Half ounce with the chronic, Dom Perrignon
Chorus (x2)
Outro:
Schyeah! (Ya best hit the ground)
MC Eiht in the house one-two (Ya best hit the ground)
My nigga Muggs in the house one-two (Don't play hero)
Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah!
(Heavy weights) Schyeah!
'97 in the house, schyeah!
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Intro:
Real skills, Bronx styles, Cypress Ave meets Cypress Hill
Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, READ EM!
You know what's up, SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
Verse 1:
In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me Enema
cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin that commercial let me say it
"Ask for Minoxadil with Rogaine"
True skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
Chorus:
West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
Verse 2:
People always say when they see us, teach us
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are found face down upon the ground
two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick
Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch
I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one
but when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son
Government attack one who's brainwashed
Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed
Government attack three is for you and me
to constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints
It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya
If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher
So the....
Chorus
Verse 3:
Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment
In the East or West, microphone grabbin it
Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope
for the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope
is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?
That's why black people cannot seem to break thru
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top
other crabs wish to pull down and blood (BLOODS)
I'm not understandin what's all the fuss
Hip-hop belongs to all of us
The East created it, the West decorated it
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression
When black expression heights itself
it becomes black digression leadin to depression in health
Now question these ideas today
If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the CIA
or the FBI, you'd be a motherfuckin lie-
-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf
We got no one to blame but ourselves
So....
Chorus
We must move ahead (x8)
Intro:
NYC, it's hell of a place to be
Come inside
Wanna know? Let's go
The Big Rotten Apple surrounded by runaways, connected by bridges
and uplift the sky high, vertical positions
keeps criminals in vicious cycles
Unrestrainable
Cats be untameable and ghettos too
You might see nightly drug busts on corners and in corridors
outside of tenement walls
Number holes in back store fronts where senior citizens press their luck
to win a quick bucks while blood guts
Litter sidewalks where cops use chalk to outline
ya physical design, now peep the headlines
"Madman kidnaps four or more
torch a nig' apartment store
on 25th and Douglas", parallel in pages "The Mob hits"
In Central Park, rapists with shake faces
It's all thorough, one city, five boroughs
Associated with interlockin sub tunnels
New York's undercover, haa
You niggas wanna know why the skies are grey like cold steel
Air still, quality stand to see the Mob tell
Too much confusion, car pollution, drug abusin
Distribution and gun shootin
Teenagers sportin vibrator pagers, fornicators
While immigrants work the garment district for low wages
Nigga's Pop's crazy alcoholic wit swollen lips
My moms be on some ol' fat cat shit
It's economic, supply and demand, increase ya profit
wit mad product, they can't sign us like domestic violence
It's goin down on my island or Manhatten
The Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens or Staten where shit happens
It's all thorough, one city, five boroughs
Associated with interlockin sub tunnels
New York's undercover brothers
For all you motherfuckers and baby mothers
Believe that!
Outro:
We're under siege, envy's NY period!
See New York City we get deep
We's rolls threes three and creep
New York's undercover you'll discover
You're under siege, envy's the NY period!
See, huh
Execution type murders
Cops puttin niggas in the dope yoke hold
Intro:
Word up!
yeah! La The Darkman youknowhatI'msayin'
word up! takin' you on this expedition, tropicanty
word up! the underworld mission
youknowhatI'msayin'
revolution, yo
check it out, yo
Chorus:
The La's invincible
you thug cats i'ma stab on pricipal
better off dead workin' with a glass, go ahead
you got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
my man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn i'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
Dunn i'm bless and you a devil in a blue dress
Verse One:
YouknowhatI'msayin', word up! La the Dark...
yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
approach my slang and end up in critical condition
when I let my shell I ain't missin'
technician, you get stabbed back in position
I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
city lights, a minute with new books to read
I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs
and you the Vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch
I'm invincible, you get dead before you start
my night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse
inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth
and throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
Chorus
Verse Two:
triple darkness, yo, expedition
yo, i'm from a long weeded stick up
kids, coke and hustlers
gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters
the streets got me in a ocean deep
Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap
my lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion
apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin'
hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
I say some my minute your Benz and get benit
my guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
everything in our seems I got bagged at 14
on a highway runin' guns outta New Orleans
it's La, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink
stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink
keepin' you lifted remenisce on what Chris did
pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', Shelly's playin'
on the second floor Shelly mom's prayin'
got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
and she die, fucked up and had to be that way
it was a drunk nigga who done it
word up! youknowhatI'msayin', yo
Chorus
Outro:
Word up!
La Trapicanty, youknowhatI'msayin'
you kids better walk straight and masked that you high
youknowhatI'msayin' or you be the next to die
word up! sendin' hands to our live
YouknowhatI'msayin' word up!
triple darkness
supreme, word up!
[Dr. Dre]
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances, of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it
Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters
[B-Real]
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
(repeat 4X)
[Dre]
Puppet masters
(repeat 2X)
[B-Real]
We're pullin strings, killin kings
countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters
[B-Real]
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
(repeat 4X)
[Dre]
Puppet masters
(repeat 2X)
The Soul Assassin button has now been activated
Dr. Dre and B-Real are providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggs
may be fatal...
That's right, this is comin to you directly from the Hill y'all
[Intro]
Yeah
2000 thousand
[Verse 1]
As we travel through space and time
Article design, hides my conscience mind
It's the millennium thrust, with what's ancient
And what's to come, become adjacent
Running for synthetic outlets of anger displacement
Paralysed in chaos and misery is entertainment
I'm deep as the blue light in the dark basement
Sharps as the blade, that made the scar on the face of the inmate escaping
Harder than federal jail time invasion
Builder of black nations, eliminating Satan through communication
With the combination of philosophical liberation
This New World era confrontation
Evident from Hubbell telescopes to space stations
Or something as common as PlayStations
Ya synthetic century instrument cant precept ya third density
Energy vile is not the red, (yeah) with what ancient
And what's to come, become adjacent
[Hook]
Its the Millennium thrust, I am the vocalist
Bring light to your dark era, whenever however
With what's ancient, and what's to come, become adjacent
Yo Its the Millennium thrust, I am the vocalist
Bring light to your dark era, whenever however
[Verse 2]
Damaged, I command the language of man
Written with the conviction, sand script scribed in the sand
Over original lands, my conquest begins
Way back when the earth first began to spin
My voice summoned the wind
And through the lyrics of life, into the form of man
Beyond that realm, dimensions of space and time within
I'm at the helm and confused modern bio chem
Genetic enhanced, audio receptivebance
Equalised the powers of hand, and mic again
Its the Millennium Thrust, vocalist
Holding the world tight and fight, energies provoking us
To mash out, the black hole mascot taking the trash out
Intercept ya wack, pass route
50 guards pulling they mask out, burn a dutch and pass out
[Hook x 3] w/ minor variations
Yeah, yeah, yeah. One two. One two. Ayo, Wu-Tangs invincible.
But understand the principle.
My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs.
Breaker-breaker one two. Breaker-breaker one two. You're breakin' up.
Peace.
Verse One: Genius
Beams shatter light from the Wu-mansion
Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC
And the fool that fell far was the Righteous
It was Cypress, let the media hype this
Promotion niggas snipe this
Push it like tray bags of 72
Kept niggas in suede rags
Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well?
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya, wit that offer
Nigga that'll cost ya
Feel the strings of torture
Bust him in the ?half gallon?
Whats that shit he drinkin'?
They got him thinkin'
That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'
I told him " Come back when you're sober."
Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October
Don't even catch me when I'm blunted
Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200
Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits
Verse Two: RZA
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck
Cadet, Vets, insert cassette
Tracks snap heads like berettes
Catch web sites like Internet
...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East...
Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see
Sound the alarm
Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like George McFly
I be holdin' this
Travel ground like a motorist
Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless
Like Ghost is Face-less
Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases
MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these
Underwater flow strikes like torpedos
You'll get plugged more than Del Rio
Played short like De Vito
Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito
Sword cut sharper than concorde needles
Call my second private
...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress...
I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus
Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus?
To infiltrate the Western States
Its time to pump out more rap tapes
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
[Chorus]
Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
We come and blast them
We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'
[B-Real]
I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one
Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us
To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers
Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off
The track, got em showin off, blowin off
All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes
God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways
To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa
Top billa, bankaccount filla
Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up your receiva
I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka
No you can't fuck with this...
No you can't fuck with this...
Chorus
[B-Real]
You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry
Don't worry, Imma settle this, get the fist
I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
You insist to be here, I make this clear
It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend
Hanging with my crew and steady serving
Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard
I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas
I make figures for all the soldiers to follow
Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
I see you in the next one, I test one
When you flex son, respect one, the best one
Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on
In the race called life yo we passin you on
Chorus
Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
We come and blast them
We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'
Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..
The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
[Chorus: Xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
[Chorus]
[King Tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
[Iriscience]
Uh, Platform Squadron
Dilated Platoon, Evidence infantry
Babu heavy artillery
Rakaa Iriscience communications, stealth operations
Platform Squadron, Soul Assassins, The Alchemist
Suckers are hidin
[Evidence]
Yo turn the power on, insert the disk
Tonight you ain't the joint if you ain't Muggs or Alchemist
Most kids shoulda listen, my catcher should warn ya
(Fuck down the center, it's about brushin the corners)
Evidence, the main element to mystery
Try to seize the moment, the future just was history
Intelligent, they gasped, the industry detected
I knew superstarts who now can get arrested
Love rhymes off the shit I thrive
Tried but couldn't get in to see KRS live
Document my thoughts in order as they come
(That's the sound of the man!) Obsessed wit drums
Beat up the one, kill the two-three etcetera
Four starts the war, repeat the loop, beats competitor
For better or worse, edit my curse, still explicit
Vocals intact, your logos could never diss it
So check it out, exhale the blown trees
Don't miss a thing, dot my I's, cross my T's
From seven seas yo yo to seven continents
From the alphabet, vowels and consonants
*Babu cutting up sample*
"Suckas are hidin" [B-Real]
[Iriscience] *in background*
Now you know, suckas be hidin
But they can't dodge or they can't camoflague
Platform is in full effect
Evidence, Iriscience, Babu
The Alchemist on the track, pushin buttons
Pullin strings, the Dilated Wild Style
The globe trotter, earth, wind, fire and water
Turnin local rappers into neighborhood martyrs
Platform's home, the city and spot blown
I got poems that burn more ears than hot combs
I motivate, live on stage, there's no debate
Babs, you got time in the pocket, throw the break
I take it to the brink when decoding the snake
In Holland, next to Fat Beats, rollin the dank
Dilate, build upon the Aquarius dawn
And they how they call the Hollywood branch to Magic Juan
The specialist is on, my people have been scarred
Basically, Babylon where Barbie and Ken star
Assassin got Soul plus self control
Breathe how they breathe and slip past patrol
Appreciate the art so I use my bow
Maybe load a poison dart in the tube and then blow
I make crowds explode wit the beats and rhymes
When it's time to overthrow then you'll be assigned
Exercise caution, speakin revolution
I could do alone it but together we're too strong
"Suckas are hidin" *Cut and scratched by Babu*
[Iriscience]
Ahah, Dilated, full effect
Stealth, makin moves, unseen but felt
Uh Babu, uh uh Evidence roll out
Uh Alchemist roll out, Iriscience
I can't wait for this to end
And leave tonight behind us
I'm unsettled letting go of you
And sleeping the night in silence
This letdown falls along with me
Onto my bed while rolling over
So break my heart or break my fall
Don't kiss him or cover all
The memories you had of me
The last time I saw you
You were standing by his side
The last time you saw me
Was through your closed eyes as I'm waiting by the phone
He loves you
Who loves you more?
To let you go
He loves you
Who loves you more?
To let you go
I can't wait until my heart mends
So I can finally go outside
And I tell myself, "well Ken
It's better to have lost love
Than to paint a smile and pretend"
The last time I saw you
You were standing by his side
The last time you saw me
Was through your closed eyes as I'm waiting by the phone
He loves you
Who loves you more?
To let you go
He loves you
Who loves you more?
To let you go
The last time I saw you
You were standing by his side
The last time you saw me
Was in a crumpled photograph that missed the bin
He loves you
Who loves you more?
To let you go
He loves you
Who loves you more?
[GZA]
Yeah..
Test, test, yeah
{From the East coast to the West coast, ? battleground ?}
Check test, yeah
{Represent everything, everything is real now..}
Wu-Banga strangler
Whether describin facts or interrupted by quotes
Cease the bullshit, rely on volts
just like watts push the juice through amps
Rap generals runnin troops in camps
Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged
No holds barred, live and unplugged
Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel doors
Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause
The message breaks the concrete barrier
Launch the vessel, known as the A-1 carrier
Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck able
Mix this shit, but your turntable unstable
So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well
Then the two Tech' equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the Isle', where the drinks splash straight off the rocks
{*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*}
[GZA]
The witty unpredictable, outcome critical
Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual
Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture
Seperate the cut from uncut with the sifter
Rap wall designed from the best, bricklayers
Names tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers
Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet
Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite
Certified A-side Wu-Banga strangler
Control slide time in the multi-disc changer
+Liquid Swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank
on the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank
Step into the eye of the tornado,
I'll keep you safe from harm
You don't have a thing to be afraid of
I'll protect you from the storm.
Step into the eye of the tornado,
I'll keep you safe from harm.
So you're hurt and you're cold,
You're lost in the earth searching for home
And you want and you know
You're caught in the turn but the world keeps fading around, around around...
I'll keep you safe from harm.
I'll keep you safe from harm.
Step into the eye of the tornado.
I'll keep you safe from harm.
Step into the eye of the tornado.
(X 2)
Step into the eye of the tornado,
I'll keep you safe from harm
You don't have a thing to be afraid of
I'll protect you from the storm.
I'll keep you safe from harm.
I'll keep you safe from harm.
Step into the eye of the tornado.
I'll keep you safe from harm.
Step into the eye of the tornado.
(2 x)
Step into the eye of the tornado,
I'll keep you safe from harm
You don't have a thing to be afraid of
I stand up, stand up
Retro base, retro base, retro base, retro
What, what, what, what?
Talking lousy..
Ta, ta, ta, ta
Headfirst love that
What, what, what, what?
Headfirst love that!
Am I splashed on this hit?
Headfirst love that
Headfirst love that
Reload it and get high
Headfirst love that
Love, love, love that
Look who do I have to have
And why? A city's child
Real mode, you have to talk about it
An old pro, still we're 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't frown about it
It's best you keep quiet
You could never lead a riot
Money don't make you a leader
Leaders usually reads
Go read a book
He shaked then he shook
I need that crack, I need that crack
You're swingin' the pipe
Do what you like, goin' doom doom
Reflect on the room, reflect on your life
Go stab yourself with a knife
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Vengeance isn't mine
We're taught to hate from time
Time isn't real
How much time can you kill?
Luca Brazzi
He sleeps with the fishes
Fuck Sugar and Spice
And girls with deadly kisses
Purr like a cat
Raising towers
I go over her house
For the most
I got diamonds on suits
A girl's erased diamonds with new shoes
Remember Hollywood?
You could finally make deals
Screamin', nigger you can get these
Stereotypical
Almost mythical
Like Mickey Mouse
I'll blow down your house
Blow up your whole image
Hardcore musicians with image
Love
You're silver screen
You're a hardcore lovin' machine
You play hardcore with me
And sooner or later we'll see
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
[Intro: Snoop]
To The Hill We Go
Dj Muggs You Done Did It Again
Eastside Up, Eastsider
My Nigga
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I'm A Soul Assassin
Masking Hollow Fashion
Hollow By To Follow By
Chain Reaction
This Fight's Devensivly
Saddle The Dogs
And Pulling Off The Biggest Heist In History
Poet Of Anestesia
Poethical Fantasia
Phoetic, Anestatic
Pimp Shielding Pen
War's A World Of Hell
Like Penicilline
Knocking Bodies From The Floor To The Ceilin'
You Suckers
Hitting Like Quakes
'till The Whole Apartment Building Break
So Don't Get Sealed In
I'm In Cyber Space On High Jack Mode
High On, Jack Mode, Fry On, Clap Mode
Pimps, Roaming Like Panthers
Letting Off Like Roman Candles
Spread Like Several Cancers
You Better Hope That It Develops Nigga
Or Get Folded Like Envelopes
[Chorus: Roscoe & Kurupt]
It's All About Game, War
Licks, Chips, Dicks
Pussylips, Grips
Niggas That's Alive
And Niggas That Was Chipped
Nigga What The Fuck We Gon' Do About This?
When The Pain Inflicts
War, Licks, Chips
[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Spread The News
Because I'm Coming To Spread The Blues
Putting All These Fake Niggas
Quick-To-Shake Niggas
On The Evening News
Breezing Through The Block
With No Heat
A Gang O' Niggas
But No Beef
A Sock In The Mouth
And Left With No Teeth
Don't Be Scared
Y'all Started It Nigga
No Peace, No Truce
And No Sleep With No Deuce-Deuce
Don't Try To Squash It Nigga
It Ain't No Use
And You Better Never Leave Your Stoop
Unprotected
We Come Through In The Coupe
Leavin' The Set Lit
Mano Set Trip, Checking Clip
Test The Spray
Y.A, D.P, S.A
A-K, S-K
Heads And Bodies Chopped
Chest Is Next Okay
And Then The Get-Away
I Need A Train Ticket Homie
Like Yesterday
So Screw The Plane Ticket Homie
[Chorus: Roscoe & Kurupt]
It's All About Game
War, Licks, Chips, Dicks
Pussylips, Grips
Niggas That's Alive
And Niggas That Was Chipped
Nigga What The Fuck We Gon'do About This?
When The Pain Inflicts
War, Licks, Chips, Dicks
Pussylips, Grips
Niggas That's Alive
And Niggas That Was Chipped
Nigga What The Fuck We Gon'do About This?
When The Pain Inflicts
Dogg Pound Gangster Assassins
Putting It Down
The Y.A, Y2k
S.A, D.P.G
This Is Roscoe
Whatup Muggs
We Dont Give A Fuck
Never Gave A Fuck (Repeated)
[Verse 3: Roscoe]
We Gon' Load The Clips
Call All O' The Homies
And Load The Whips
Reign In Enemy Terain
And Flood It With Hollow Tips
Looney Tunes
Watching The Moon Eclipse The Sun
Dumping Of Rooftops
Making Our Average Ave' Run
Burry Your Guns
Rule Number One; Dont Need
No Evidence, No Heads And No Leads
Get Away Untouched
They'll Never Know It Was Us
We Do It Just Like This
When The Pain Inflicts
[Kurupt:]
Have You Ever Been To The Houseparty In The Hood?
Niggas Gotta Scrap With Somebody In The Hood
As Soon As It Pops
The Party Gon' Stop
And The Candypants Drop
Pancake's And Hops
Blackjack's And Bricks
Milli Mag's And Clips
Indica Mushrooms
Axe And Sticks Dip
Well Come Take A Ride To My Hood
Where's Its All To The Gravy
And All To The Good
[Chorus: Roscoe & Kurupt]
Game, War, Licks, Chips, Dicks
Pussylips, Grips
Niggas That's Alive
And Niggas That Was Chipped
Nigga What The Fuck We Gon' Do About This?
When The Pain Inflicts
War, Licks, Chips, Dicks
Pussylips, Grips
Niggas That's Alive
And Niggas That Was Chipped
Nigga What The Fuck We Gon' Do About This?
[G.O.D Talking]
Ain't no clique like this...word life dunn
Niggas know...QB nigga 41st Side
M-O-B-B top dog nigga...Non-Stop
How we do dunn... mother fuckin' right
[Verse 1]
Out of the bottomless pit to the glamour and glitz
Infamous flicks we stay dropping hit after hit
When you listen to this dope raw shit I spit
Understand everybody got a spot to fit
Get touched if you move out of the spot you in
I hustled crack half my life to make ends right
Did crime got caught did time I held mine, did fine
Eternal life niggas never die
Thoro bred bitches always body me inside
Shit jump off I know my hoe gon'(na) ride
We Will survive forever stay alive
Infamous motherfucker 'til I die
[Chorus: Chinky (G.O.D)]
We will survive (Forever stay alive infamous motherfucker 'til we die)
We will survive (We live for the street niggas hustling to make ends meat)
We will survive (It's raw like that, cock back blow the four like that)
WE WILL SURVIVE(The M-O-B-B, Infamous, 41st, QB)
[Verse 2]
Battles scarred up rules never close the hill
Marked for life live niggas blowing their steel
It's most real in my everyday life appeal
Measure my steel let's take to the streets
We M-O-B-B, QB if push come to shove
Queensbridge niggas threatened you get stopped and plugged
38 snub in the glove V One Douce
For them niggas who get loose throw them off the roof
They ain't true forever I'm a rep my crew
Where I've been you will never go, blow for blow
Travel the world locked up under the jail
Stay alive we survive where it's real
[Chorus: Chinky (G.O.D)]
We will survive (Forever stay alive infamous motherfucker 'til we die)
We will survive (We live for the street niggas hustling to make ends meat)
We will survive (It's raw like that, cock back blow the four like that)
WE WILL SURVIVE(The M-O-B-B, Infamous, 41st, QB)
[Verse 3]
I got a rhyme for every fucking dead soul in me
For the times that was hard y'all was holding me
Scolding me, teaching me what's right from wrong
Waiting full strong survival of the realest live on
Since my born '73 'til when I don't know
When it's my time to go I go it was wrote
Till then I leave you with the snout toast in your throat
My niggas is all pro hopping out the latest jeeps
Reach but you won't reach
See what you won't see
The GOD G-O-D part three repping QB
Where it's live at get your shit twist 41 nigga
[Chorus x2: Chinky (G.O.D)]
We will survive (Forever stay alive infamous motherfucker 'til we die)
We will survive (We live for the street niggas hustling to make ends meat)
We will survive (It's raw like that, cock back blow the four like that)
[Intro]
Smoke sumthin'
yeah nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti
Cypress Hill
Westcoast
From bouncing and banging
Throw them hands up high
And blast to the sky
Blast on everything you see
Cos we don't give a fuck
And blast to the sky
This is more than warfare this is Armageddon
Where the thoughts and intellect get threatened
Where the hostile become hostages
Wrapped and packed like sausages
My vocals soothe the air like voices and throat lozengers
Tucked in cottages, wondering where the cabbages
Lavishes, sold to the worst of savages
Fabulous, ilaverious, praises amazes
Stuns and sparks, throats like arcs
Lights the dark, brainwaves conveys
So I know what u thinking
You show what u thinking
Add up the currents and volts
Erase everything u thought u thought u thought
Busters look just like me
Mistake the launch quakes and get bust by me
Push on nigga or get pushed over
Subtle soldiers, sculptures, nigga we vultures
Super ninjas hitting muthafuckas like supernovas
Swift hands, little nigga with super shoulders
I'ma Supersoak one of u set back niggaz
So for the game's sake nigga GET BACK NIGGAZ
Or get launched off on niggaz
(feat. Everlast)
I was foolish cause I loved her so
Never put no one else above her, no
She put it on me like no other did before
Now she telling me that she wants to go
She said she got dreams and she won't make fights
She say that she can act and she wants to sign
Wants to build herself a rep, make herself a name
I tell you girl, game recognizes game
And I'll be good when you're gone forever
And I'll be fine when you're gone for good
And I'll be good when you're gone forever
And I'll be fine when you're gone for good, for good, gone for good
You say you wanna be loved but wouldn't teach me how
Girl I don't even know how to reach you now
You say you wanna love but wouldn't speak no vow
Girl you ain't the one that can break me down
Take all of my love and then you spread it around
Girl I don't even know how to greet you now
I hope maybe you choke, I hope maybe you drown
I say, hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
And I'll be good when you're gone forever
And I'll be fine when you're gone for good
And I'll be good when you're gone forever
Yeah I'll be fine when you're gone for good
For good, gone for good
Initiate, *?my ruffians bring like attack?*
It's the first line of defence, imminence combat
As I look up into the cold black sky
I see the birds of destruction fly by
Convey the Code Red and begin arming all nuclear warheads
(Alert all civilians, there's no time to waste)
Embrace all the data within the home base
The virus is spreading at a maximum pace
Eliminating all traces of the human race
(Commander, the enemy has begun to infiltrate!)
Send the word and spread it (Let's get the fuck outta here!)
thru all the southern states
Activate self-destruct, elimination is imminent
Stabilise your positions
The spirit of God is infinite
Women and children take shelter
The enemy is upon us
All personnel, man your battle stations
Code Red! I repeat, Code Red!
We are bein over ran by hostile forces
Need assistance!
Is anybody receiving this message?
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker) --> RZA
Yeah yeah
Soul Assassins 2G's
And you can swing on these
One time
Go somethin like this
(Break it up, break it up)
Yo, it's the anti-thug with the anti-dote
Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader
'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat bitch with a sun burn
When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns
I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
(Yo, break it up, break it up)
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin
Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
Hook:
808 stairs snap your neck back...
808 stairs snap your neck back
808 stairs snap your neck back...
808 808 808..., 808 808 808 snap your back
808 808 808 snap your back
Snap your back
Turn up the base grind em all the...
... my space I s*ck... the place... in the middle check out my face
Get out my sack
No space in the... hole up in the little school
I would... don't try... that's why... in the base
Kick... base... take her on a...
Kick clap dance... to the kick
... what can it be
... Dj want to me
I roll... smile the same
... be a 6 in the morning
... back through the door
I met... I even got a chance to...
Hope your hands got... customate... revolution ready in the...
The base of the...
800 keep flooding 800 keep...
Snap your back back
808 stairs snap your neck back...
808 stairs snap your neck back...
808 stairs snap your neck back...
808 stairs snap your neck back...
