Death Race: Inferno (2012)

Actors

• Paul W.S. Anderson (writer)
• Charles B. Griffith (writer)
• Roger Corman (producer)
• Mike Elliott (producer)
• Paul W.S. Anderson (producer)
• Paul W.S. Anderson (writer)
• Dougray Scott (actor)
• Luke Goss (actor)
• Ving Rhames (actor)
• Sean Cameron Michael (actor)
• Danny Trejo (actor)
• Jeremy Bolt (producer)
• Robin Shou (actor)
• Gero Brugmann (miscellaneous crew)
• Roel Reiné (director)

Genres

• Action
• Sci-Fi
• Thriller

Quotes:

Weyland: [to Niles York] You're franchising Death Race, aren't you?

Niles York: [to Weyland] Let me show you what true vision really looks like.

Niles York: [about taking Death Race global] More cars, more cars... more death!

Niles York: [to Carl Lucas] You will compete in the first ever desert Death Race.

Goldberg: You'll have a tough time losing in this car.

Carl Lucas: I win one more race, I'm free.

Weyland: [to Carl Lucas] This all starts and end with you.

14K: We're even now.

Goldberg: Forget everything you know about racing. Desert-racing isn't about speed, it's about endurance and handling.::Carl Lucas: Hang on, I thought you didn't know shit about this kind of racing?::Goldberg: I don't. It's the first thing that came up on Google.

Death Race 2 (2010)

Actors

• Roel Reiné (director)
• Roger Corman (producer)
• Mike Elliott (producer)
• Paul W.S. Anderson (writer)
• Jeremy Bolt (producer)
• Paul W.S. Anderson (producer)
• Roel Reiné (actor)
• Robin Shou (actor)
• Danny Keogh (actor)
• Luke Goss (actor)
• Ving Rhames (actor)
• Sean Bean (actor)
• Danny Trejo (actor)
• Gero Brugmann (miscellaneous crew)
• Herman P. Koerts (editor)

Genres

• Action
• Sci-Fi
• Thriller

Taglines:

3 Days. 10 Killers, 20,000 Rounds of Ammo.

Quotes:

Warden Parks: And here I thought we were here to protect society and punish criminals.::September Jones: Then you're dumber than I thought.

Katrina Banks: You got a name?::Carl 'Luke' Lucas: Uh-huh. Yeah. Of course I do.

Markus Kane: Joey. Joey. The box, with its implications of rigidity and squareness, symbolizes unimaginative thinking and painful frustration.

September Jones: Is that supposed to be deep?::Warden Parks: Hopefully deep enough that when you fall, you'll break your fucking neck.

Weyland: You see that? That's a stupid bitch.

Weyland: [about the prisoners] Those animals kill each other with regularity.

September Jones: [about Death Race] Every car will hold as many guns and as much ammunition as they can.

Goldberg: Thier making money off our blood.

Weyland: If a prisoner wins five races, he wins his freedom.

Markus Kane: [about Carl Lucas] I want him dead!

Celda 211 (2009)

Actors

• Antonio Resines (actor)
• Carlos Bardem (actor)
• Manolo Solo (actor)
• Luis Tosar (actor)
• Luis Zahera (actor)
• Antonio Durán 'Morris' (actor)
• Roque Baños (composer)
• Álvaro Augustín (producer)
• Manuel Morón (actor)
• Marta Etura (actress)
• Manel Vicaria (miscellaneous crew)
• Patxi Bisquert (actor)
• Félix Cubero (actor)
• Josean Bengoetxea (actor)
• Jorge Guerricaechevarría (writer)

Genres

• Action
• Drama
• Thriller

Appaloosa (2008)

Actors

• Timothy Spall (actor)
• Toby Emmerich (producer)
• Rex Linn (actor)
• Viggo Mortensen (actor)
• Renée Zellweger (actress)
• Ariadna Gil (actress)
• James Gammon (actor)
• Tom Bower (actor)
• Lance Henriksen (actor)
• Jeremy Irons (actor)
• Tim Carroll (actor)
• Luce Rains (actor)
• Ed Harris (actor)
• Ed Harris (writer)
• Ed Harris (producer)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama
• Western

Taglines:

Feelings get you killed.

Quotes:

[after a shoot-out]::Everett Hitch: That was quick.::Virgil Cole: Yeah, everybody could shoot.

Everett Hitch: Life has a way of making the foreseeable that which never happens... and the unforeseeable that which your life becomes.

Vince: You shoot him, you think we're just gonna ride away?::Virgil Cole: Nope.::Vince: We'll kill you and Hitch.::Virgil Cole: You'll try.::Vince: You're willing to die to keep us from taking him?::Virgil Cole: Sure.::Vince: Hitch, you willing to die, too?::Virgil Cole: Of course he's willing to die. You think we do this kind of work because we're scared to die? You.::Vince: Me?::Virgil Cole: You afraid to die?::Vince: I ain't afraid.::Virgil Cole: Good, because you go first. And that boy with the red scarf goes next. You go on home, Vince. You go on home. Go on. Too many people die if you don't.

Randall Bragg: I told you you'd never hang me, Cole.::Virgil Cole: Never ain't here yet.

Allison French: I'm sorry, Virgil.::Virgil Cole: [Everett stands to leave] Stay here, Everett.::Allison French: I'm sorry. I was so alone, and Bragg... Well, Ring protected me and so did his brother.::Virgil Cole: You fuck Mackie, too?::Allison French: No. It was Ring. He was in charge. I just did what I had to do.::Virgil Cole: Everett... Ring kills me, do you think she'll go off with him?::Everett Hitch: [after a long, thoughtful pause] I think Allie needs to be with a man.::Allison French: You're a bastard! Don't listen to him. He tried to put his hands on me when I showed him our house.::Everett Hitch: No, Virgil. I did not.::Virgil Cole: No, Allie. Everett didn't do that.::Allison French: You believe him over me?::Virgil Cole: That's correct.

Allison French: Aren't either of you afraid?::Virgil Cole: Afraid?::Allison French: That you might get killed.::Virgil Cole: Oh, I don't know, Allie. Guess I don't think about it so much.::Allison French: Well, I'm afraid. But I'm afraid all the time.::Virgil Cole: Of what?::Allison French: Everything.::Virgil Cole: Like what? Hmm?::Allison French: Like being alone. Like being with the wrong man. Not having any money, a place to live.::Virgil Cole: I'll look out for you.::Allison French: For how long?::Virgil Cole: For as long as you need.

Phil Olson: Well, what he did sir, was crazy!::Everett Hitch: You calling Virgil crazy?::Phil Olson: -Yes. No.::Everett Hitch: Well, if... You think a man makes a living as a gun hand isn't crazy?::Phil Olson: -You're not crazy.::Everett Hitch: - Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever I am, I'm not Virgil Cole.::Phil Olson: It doesn't give him the right to go busting up innocent people.::Everett Hitch: No, it doesn't, and mostly innocent people don't get busted up, and if they do, it's because of who Virgil Cole is and what he is, and you hired him to be Virgil Cole.::Phil Olson: I'm not sure I understand.::Everett Hitch: No, I'm not sure you do either. - Good day. [turns and walks off]::Phil Olson: - yes. [smiles and nods, then pauses and looks after Everett looking puzzled] .

Phil Olson: We can't have our law officers beatin' people half to death for no reason.

Randall Bragg: It's hard to like a man who won't take a drink.::Virgil Cole: But not impossible.

Virgil Cole: She speaks well, she dresses fine, she's good-looking, she can play the piano, she cooks good, she's very clean, chews her food nice; but it appears she'll fuck anything ain't gelded.

Texana cien X (1997)

Actors

• Sergio Goyri (actor)
• Roberto Rodríguez (producer)
• Luis Michel (actor)
• Marco A. Orozco (actor)
• Telly Filippini (actress)
• Donato Castañeda (actor)
• Jesús Hernández (actor)
• Alejandro Reyes (actor)
• Luis Hernandez (actor)
• Roberto Cuevas (actor)
• Alejandro Chavarria (actor)
• Ana María Cortés (actress)
• Onésimo Ayon (actor)
• Ricardo Niño (actor)
• Jose Luis Moreno (actor)

Genres

• Action

The Understudy: Graveyard Shift II (1988)

Actors

• Mike Adams (actor)
• Jerry Ciccoritti (director)
• Carl Alacchi (actor)
• John Tench (actor)
• Dean McDermott (actor)
• Carl Alacchi (actor)
• Jerry Ciccoritti (writer)
• Michael A. Miranda (actor)
• Neil Grieve (editor)
• Tony Desmond (miscellaneous crew)
• Tim Kelleher (actor)
• Tim Kelleher (actor)
• Soo Garay (actress)
• Paul Amato (actor)
• Wendy Gazelle (actress)

Genres

• Horror

7 donne per i MacGregor (1967)

Actors

• Nazzareno Zamperla (actor)
• Tito García (actor)
• George Rigaud (actor)
• Osiride Pevarello (actor)
• Fortunato Arena (actor)
• Riccardo Pizzuti (actor)
• Guillermo Méndez (actor)
• Jesús Guzmán (actor)
• Ricardo Palacios (actor)
• Saturno Cerra (actor)
• Víctor Israel (actor)
• Gene Collins (actor)
• Roberto Camardiel (actor)
• Fernando Di Leo (writer)
• Margherita Horowitz (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Western

Taglines:

Up! Up! Up! with their guns, their girls, and their battle glory!
The Battle Cry That Ripped The West Apart!

Quotes:

Alastair MacGregor: [the MacGregors have just toasted Scotland] Mr. Donovan, you're a great drinker, and yet you're not drinkin' with us in the most beautiful country in the world.::Pa Donovan: 'Course I'll drink to it, MacGregor. I'll be drinkin' to my Ireland!::Pa Donovan: Hip hip... [Donovan's family women answer with "hooray!"]::Alastair MacGregor: Listen here, Donovan. When one has the distinguished privilege of the hospitality of a Scots family, you must have the good taste not to sing the praises of Ireland, which is, after all, one of our colonies.::Pa Donovan: Mr. MacGregor, when you're the host of the Irish, you cannot insult my country and go scot-free! [Donovan hauls off and punches MacGregor in the face]::Alastair MacGregor: Mr. Donovan, it's always a great pleasure for me when you give me the chance to have a frank talk! [MacGregor hauls off and slugs Donovan in the stomach. Big brawl ensues]

Fuerte perdido (1964)

Actors

• Mariano Vidal Molina (actor)
• Rosario Royo (actress)
• José Sancho (actor)
• Santiago Rivero (actor)
• Luis Barboo (actor)
• Pastor Serrador (actor)
• Frank Braña (actor)
• Cris Huerta (actor)
• Rafael Albaicín (actor)
• Rufino Inglés (actor)
• Guillermo Méndez (actor)
• José Luis Chinchilla (actor)
• Germán Cobos (actor)
• Aldo Sambrell (actor)
• José María Elorrieta (writer)

Genres

• Western

Apache Warrior (1957)

Actors

• John Miljan (actor)
• Cliff Lyons (actor)
• Damian O'Flynn (actor)
• Joan Eremin (miscellaneous crew)
• Paul Dunlap (composer)
• Lane Bradford (actor)
• Kurt Neumann (writer)
• Boyd Stockman (actor)
• Nick Thompson (actor)
• Rodolfo Acosta (actor)
• Jim Davis (actor)
• Kurt Neumann (writer)
• Keith Larsen (actor)
• George Keymas (actor)
• Elmo Williams (director)

Genres

• Western

Advokátka Vera (1937)

Actors

• Václav Trégl (actor)
• Bohus Záhorský (actor)
• Ladislav H. Struna (actor)
• Frantisek Filipovský (actor)
• Eman Fiala (actor)
• Theodor Pistek (actor)
• Cenek Slégl (actor)
• Jan W. Speerger (actor)
• Frantisek Kreuzmann (actor)
• Jaroslav Marvan (actor)
• Václav Menger (actor)
• F.X. Mlejnek (actor)
• Stanislav Neumann (actor)
• Milka Balek-Brodská (actress)
• Jirí Hron (actor)

Genres

• Comedy

Apache Filmography

• Honor of the West
  1939, role: actor , character name: Bob's Horse
• Border Wolves
  1938, role: actor , character name: Rusty's Horse
• Guilty Trails
  1938, role: actor , character name: Apache - Bob's Horse
• Outlaw Express
  1938, role: actor , character name: Bob's Horse
• Western Trails
  1938, role: actor , character name: Apache - Bob's Horse
• Black Bandit
  1938, role: actor , character name: Bob's Horse
• The Last Stand
  1938, role: actor , character name: Apache - Tip's Horse
• The Devil Horse
  1932, role: actor , character name: El Diablo - The Devil Horse

Apache Filmography

• Kelly the Coed 3
  1999, role: actor

Apache Filmography

• Contrition
  2012, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Apache - Apache
• Do Fa Self - Apache
• Apache Ain't Shit - Apache
• A Fight - Apache
• Woodchuck - Apache
• Who Freaked Who - Apache
• Wayz Of A Murderahh - Apache
• Tonto - Apache
• Make Money - Apache
• Keep It Real - Apache
• Hey Girl - Apache
• Get Ya Weight Up - Apache
• Gangsta Bitch - Apache
• Apache - Sugarhill Gang
• Apache - The Sugarhill Gang
• Apache - Bjelleklang

[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I want a (gangsta bitch) I need a (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse One]
Yo, I need a gangsta bitch; she don't sleep and she don't play
Stickin up girls from around the fuckin way
Strapped but lovable, hateful but huggable
Always in trouble and definitely fuckable
See her now, booms and pounds, she's mine friend
Puffin on a blunt, sippin on a Heineken
She's got charm, a firearm to match mine
Goin to the movies packin his and her nine's
Wearin Carhart and leather, motherfuck the weather
On Valentine's Day, doin stick-ups together
No one to blame, no shame in her game
And when we fuck she makes me scream out her name
She's not petty, confidant, ready
Right for late night, we play fight with machetes
This goes out to all the gangsta hoe pros
Give me a ghetto girl, fuck a Soul Train hoe
[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse Two]
She likes to party with her posse and drink beer
Pour a little bit out for the sisters who ain't here
She's not the one, player you might get done
Her idea of fun's takin her son shoppin for a gun
Likes to dress to impress, quick to attack
When your punk-ass boys run, you know she's got your back
In a Benz with her friends, aiyyo Jeep kid
Drivin down the street pumpin, "Apache you ain't shit!"
Snappin on niggaz, takin no shorts
Sittin on a porch, pullin on a Newport
Minds her business, knows cause she hears things
Fat herringbone and diamond studded earrings
She's a thoroughbred, walks and talks with class
Try to get fast, she just might slap your ass
Come meet my moms, but the two might not click
Parents just don't understand..
[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse Three]
I had a church girl, quiet girl, one girl was rich
The most memorable girl was a gangsta bitch
We went out a lot, sometimes we dressed the same
Lickin shots in the park and had pet names
I called her 'Dollars' cause that's what she liked to spend
She called me 'Diamond' cause my dick was her best friend
If you owed her dough, then you had to pay
Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday
We packed up and shacked up, didn't need a job
Engaged to a criminal and married to the mob
I gave MC's injuries and beat 'em down
While she's, pickin up ki's, from Uptown
Sad to say one day got caught out there
I shed tears when the judge said five years
She's gone now so it's time to make my switch
So who'll be my next gangsta bitch?
I need a gangsta bitch, yo! (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Apache]
Yeah, yeah.. (a gangsta bitch)
This shit goes out to all the gangsta bitches Uptown (a gangsta bitch)
All the gangsta bitches in Brooklyn, Long Island (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Queens, Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island
Mount Vernon (a gangsta bitch)
Chilltown J.C., Naughtyville E.O. (a gangsta bitch)
And Newark to Brick motherfuckin City (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
This goes out to all the gangsta bitches, hehehah (a gangsta bitch)
Every-motherfuckin-where (a gangsta bitch)
Yeah, you know what I need baby (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Hahahaha! (a gangsta bitch) Yeah (a gangsta bitch)
Ahh (gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Yo yo yo, yo honey check this out..
{*music plays to end, DJ scratches "ha ha ha!"*}

[35 seconds of instrumental and "classroom" to open]
"Today, we have Apache; he's going to speak to us
about what happens, after school."
[Apache]
Yo yo what the fuck is up, I'm not here to preach or teach
or bore yo' little asses with a 30 minute speech
Life's a bitch, ten minutes 'til be in court
So I'll get to the point, cut the bullshit short
Came up in the school of hard knocks, fuck the cops
In the back a lot, we graduated from sellin rocks
Got into scramblin and gambling's my shit
My spot got hot so I stopped packed up and quit
I know you can't tell, but momma raised me well
She taught, I fought, to escape the fate of a cell
It's only one me, what's so fuckin funny?
Mommy taught me how to use a Tec to get money
Before she died, I cried, she said "Listen son -
opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one"
Self-survival's job one if you want it
Well fuck what you heard - do fa self
[Chorus: reggae chatta + yelling children]
Whenever the pressure gets ya dowwwn - "I'MA DO FA SELF"
And alla ya friends are not ar-round - "I'MA DO FA SELF"
Family starts to doubt you - "I'MA DO FA SELF"
Dem never give a fuck about you - "I'MA DO FA SELF"
[scratching]
"I'MA DO FA SELF"
[Apache]
Sit back, relax, while I conduct the class
Haven't you heard, a hardhead makes a soft ass
Sit up straight jailbait pay attention
... or get sent to detention
[little kid (Apache)]
Maaan, I'll pay attention if I wanna
My fat black ass pay attention to my man on the street corner
(WHY IS THAT?) Because he makin lots of dough
Matter fact, buy fat clothes and lots of hoes
(So you think that his lifestyle is fine?)
No, but I gotta get mine
If I was a comedian I'd make you laugh
A fireman? I'd blow away the backdraft
I could be a point guard and leave you stuck
I could be a cop, fools got no luck
Dig, I'm a kid, and I want wealth
(Fuck what you heard - do fa self)
[Chorus]
"I'MA DO FA SELF" [x2]
[Apache]
Sex is the next subject, let's keep in mind
I had my first piece of pussy when I was nine
Nobody told me the facts about Jim hats
Couldn't keep me from goin I was hoin like it was all that
There's a valuable lesson here to be learned
I was the man for a minute until Tonto got burned
Before you step up strap up for safe sex
The bitch that burned me I broke her fuckin neck
I came apart and the hood didn't share a care
A nigga's worst nightmare, and I didn't fight fair
One time my brother tried to play me to get paid
Showed no shame, had more game than an arcade
(Did you get him?) Got him (Shoot him?) Shot him
(What is up with his family?) Yo I could care a fuckin less about 'em
But I pray that you stay in good health
Fuck what you heard - do fa self
[Chorus]

{*Apache and some girl have sex for 21 seconds*}
[A] Aww damn!! Ohh shit {*needle drags record*}
[A] Yeah, yo, yo yo yo baby
[A] Get the fuck out!
[G] Get the fuck out?
[A] Yes, get the fuck out!
[G] What the fuck you mean, get the fuck out?
[A] Get the fuck up and get the fuck out!
[G] Oh you on that shit?
[A] Yeah I'm on that shit
[G] Oh you livin like that?
[A] Yeah I'm livin like that
[G] Yeah aight, yeah okay Apache, you ain't shit!
[A] Hahahahahahaha..
[Chorus: Apache]
(Apache you ain't shit!) That's what they're sayin G
(Apache you ain't shit!) But there's no playin me
(Apache you ain't shit!) So fuckin what?
(Apache you ain't shit!) J drop a cut
[Apache]
Yo I ain't shit, won't be shit, won't quit
Quick, here comes a catchy Apache with a long dick
I can't believe you think somethin's up my sleeve
Cause I'll fuck, give you a buck, then tell you to leave
Get real, fuck how you feel, smile don't pout
I'm done hon, you came twice, now get the fuck out
I waited a long time to getcha
Let the doorknob hitcha, where the good lord splitcha
Back in the days you tried to get me now I'm gettin you
That's reason one-two, ain't shit else to do
A man, with a plan and the know-how
Not lookin for Mrs. Right, lookin for Mrs. Right Now
Get your coat deep throat and get Swayze
I'm out to get back anybody who plays me
Don't try to flip, button up your lip
Hell yeah I'm on that tip - and I ain't shit
[Chorus: Apache]
(Apache you ain't shit!) That's what they're sayin G
(Apache you ain't shit!) So what you playin me?
(Apache you ain't shit!) So fuckin what?
(Apache you ain't shit!) J drop the cut
[Apache]
Come have dinner with a winner don't worry about the price
Just kiddin - I wouldn't buy you a fuckin slice
I ain't shit dear, beware, ask me if I care
Fuck callin you a cab; here's your bus fare
Don't ask me to bring your shit, cause I don't deliver
And give me my shit back, I'm in indian giver
If there's money to be made then I'll make it
I did you like I did you cause I thought you could take it
Come come get with it, g'head admit it
You heard I wasn't shit and still let me hit it
Tried to trap me like Tyson, a damn shame
I put a hit on everybody with the same name
I'm on the move, no time to wine and dine a hoe
It's not hard for me to love 'em and let 'em go
Just let me hit the hips, fuck the friendships
I'm on that tip - cause I ain't shit!
[Chorus: Apache]
(Apache you ain't shit!) That's what they're sayin G
(Apache you ain't shit!) So what you playin me?
(Apache you ain't shit!) So fuckin what?
(Apache you ain't shit!) J drop a cut
[Apache]
I'm a man without morals, so don't bet me
I'll fuck my girl's best friend if she lets me
Better yet, don't let me forget the past
Stick around and get a bone kicked out your ass
Speakin of asses, I'm an ass man, lay down
Got a four inch dick and that's from the ground
Cuties pursue me to do me, I dodge 'em
or find 'em, freak 'em, fuck 'em then rob 'em
Since I can't live without 'em let's have fun
Bitches are like Pringles, you can't eat just one
Save the commitment shit for a committed nigga
I'll be committed to a bitch pullin in five figures
But my pockets got a padlock, they stay stocked
Money grabbers after mine to (?) stage cock
Forget a relationship, listen honeydip
I'm on that tip, cause I ain't shit!
[Chorus: Apache]
(Apache you ain't shit!) That's what they're sayin G
(Apache you ain't shit!) So what you playin me?
(Apache you ain't shit!) So fuckin what?
(Apache you ain't shit!) J drop a cut

"Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!
Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!"
[Apache]
Should I give it to 'em straight, water it down, fake or front?
(>>?) Nah fuck that, let's be blunt
I fought one of Yacub's crafty caucasoids
My burner's smokin all American whiteboys
Said, "Excuse me," he ignored me I figured
everything's peace 'til he yells, "You dirty black nigger!"
Hold on, stop, don't that word mean ignorant?
Nah, fuck that, I know what the nigga meant
Crack that jaw, what's more bring it
I'll rip your fuckin arm out the socket if you swing it
Motherfuckers think cause they're pink they're immune to me sure
I'm a virus you don't have a cure for
Guard your grill caucausian, you want clout?
Let him swing first then I knocked his ass out
Shoulda shanked him, could get sued too
Fuck around my next single'll be with the Lifer's Group
"Aiyyo a fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!
Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!"
[Apache]
Here comes five-oh (five-oh) at least four or five deep
Tryin to creep cause I put paleface to sleep
I'm with it, you're damn right I did it
Cause his punk-ass provoked me and you ain't gonna smoke me
Stab or snuff me, tried to bumrush
Didn't think I was quick enough to slip the cuffs
I for one spun around but knuckled up
Left jab, right cross, then an uppercut
Tried to dodge duck dip on the flip tip
Turned my head and my grill caught a nightstick
Things looked dim, not for me, for him
Cause out of nowhere, my troops stormed in (YEAH)
Posse up, time to roll and show no fear
Come prepared and oh yeah, wear your right gear
I won't attack a cracker for nothin
If a black and a white's in a fight I'm jumpin in
"Yo it's a fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!
Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!"
[Apache]
I got 'em hopin and prayin for a great white hope (yeah)
But all they come up with is great white dopes (huh)
Clumsy honkies tryin to damage
Their best friend in the ring is a towel and the canvas
You feel mighty? Don't play fight me
We won't tussle straight up I'ma bust ya shit whitey
You'll rupture, your structure's narrow
My body is the bow, the left, the right jab, the arrow
So who's next to test? It's not wise or smart
It's a brawl, and I'ma flush all your vital parts
So you want me you little Marky
Let's play a game - it's called PIN THE TAIL ON THE HONKEY
Too much of the black fist, he couldn't hack this
Pound for pound his body became, target practice
In a fight with a white if I don't win
The whole crew jumps in!
"Aiyyo a fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!
Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!"
"Yo it's a fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!
Fight, fight, a nigga and a white!
If the nigga don't win then we all jump in!"
(Yo Apache you really fucked that white kid up!)
"Ay Vinnie, I kicked the fuckin mooley's ass y'know?"
"Yo fuck this, all this nigga chit!
Let's lynch all these black mudafuckas!"
{*beat starts again*}
Fuck it up! Fuck 'em up! Fuck 'em up!

[Chorus: x4]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood? (I don't know!)
[Verse One]
The question is how much wood could I chuck
What you really wanna know is how much do I fuck
Yo, cause when it comes to skins I know how to work this
I get more by accident than niggaz get on purpose
So any honey that thinks she can stick with
I got a lot to share so prepare to get dicked with
Spread 'em (here they go) got 'em
The mission is to pound the pussy until I hit rock bottom
I'm like a hawk that's out [?] to stalk
I fuck you so hard, I leave your pussy with stretch marks
See they call me Mr. Woodchuck
I got a certified [?] that says I give a good fuck
[Verse Two]
I hunt cunt like a Bounty I'm the quicker picker upper
Don't want the itty bitty titty committee I want a D-cupper
I can talk softly but I carry a big dick
Knockin pussies off, so you better dig quick
The master long laster, be doin it nastily
In this wacky fuckin mix, you can call me Dick Dastardly
Hard act to follow when I hit the funky hollow
Yes I cum for you to swallow get more HOOOO than the Apollo
Take my dick and I'm far shovin it, taxin like the government
Givin some bitches stitches, but mostly just be lovin it
Got some rope, and a smoke, and your ass is on target
No wholesale or retail got that pussy on the black market
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Double J]
Yo, far as pussy nigga please, I bend more knees
I squeeze a skeeze and do away with the dick tease
You can't fuck you little sucker, no dick control
All dick and no balls ass motherfucker
Chuck wood damn good, who's done
I got ten dick fingers for all my bitches to choose one
Talkin 'bout you woodchuckin and can't spell it
I just got out some ass, here's my dick, come smell it
Bitches love it when I shove it so shut the heck up
I fuck so good, they come back for a weekly checkup
It gets better and better as they get wetter and wetter
Double J in this game, I'm a double-header
[Verse Four: Apache]
How much wood could a woodchuck, I fuck 'til the pussy's done
Come, life's a bitch then you fuck one
I stay horny, try to hide I'll find ya
Born to fuck, I see more pussy than a pantyliner
I bust nuff nuts, they claim you cum too quick
I'm too thick and you're quick to lie on your dick
I'm addicted a fiend call me punani don
Your mack lax, I get more pussy than a tampon
I get hot, hit the spot, watch her temperature boil
I'm a wild child, I fuck like I'm drillin for oil
I hit bottom I got 'em, fuck the pros and cons
When I die I want my dick bronzed
[Chorus]
[Verse Five: Vinnie]
When I sex ya I'm Hugh Hefner, play ya like Fonzarelli
Lookin gooder this summer cause my dick won't fail me
Fuckin up the world I make you scream wolf calls
Pushin livers in your throat cause my dick's that tall
I wanna ho that can go cause I throw well
So I can take her to the Vin Helmsley hotel
You better hope the rubber holds, one baby bullshit
I'm makin triplets, pushin for four to make a quartet
How long? Real long, my name ain't stubby
I fuck 'em all short tall small thin thick or chubby
So come and chuck me I'm good to the last stroke
And watch that pussy go home in a sling
[Verse Six: Treach]
Here comes the longer stronger don for you limp dick shitsacks
Cause I'm the motherfucker that wear golden jim hats
Quicker career fucker upperer
With the stiff stuff that I'm cuttin up, for long to go up in her
Everytime I knocked it tip blown
You think I needed a bigger shoe the way they call me foot long
I hit a hoochie with the whole weight, the whole plate
Cause when I break ya, make I wake the whole state
Stretchin them guts from the backside
All I say is timber them dem spread that ass wide
My dick get the Grammy, word to Sammy
I fuck you from here to Mi-ami-ami

[10 second convo between the two to start]
[Chorus: Apache (Nikki D)]
WHO FREAKED WHO? (Nigga I freaked you)
WHO FREAKED WHO? Bitch I freaked you
WHO FREAKED WHO? (You didn't know what the fuck to do)
WHO FREAKED WHO? Ha-ha, that's not true
[Apache (Nikki D)]
I know who freaked who (yeah nigga) that's a stupid-ass question
I freaked you and taught that pussy a lesson (heh)
You must admit I got the good shit I was way up in it
And when I licked the clit you came for 20 minutes (mm-hmm)
Sweat, moans and groans, and the sex aroma
fill the room, I'm done hon, then left you in a coma (what?)
It begin in candlelight, you try to fight and tussle
Now you daydream and fiend for my love muscle (sure!)
Is it love or lust, pleasure or pride
If I can't hit bottom I try to fuck up one of the sides (yeah right)
You found my spot, got on top, tried to twist and twirl
Fuck "Daddy," now your Apache's Little Girl (whatever!)
Time for a spankin, but I'll take head instead
I fuck so well I had seatbelts put on my bed (yeahh)
Don't be a dummy, buckle up I won't cum too fast (uhh)
But believe you'll need a cast for that fat ass
[Nikki D (Apache)]
Huh, you ain't all that, your dick stayed the softest (what?)
Couldn't find pussy in a gynecologyst's office (he he he)
When we kissed, you touched tits, started a sex dual
You can't hang, I dropped the drawers and you started to drool (nah)
I'll admit, the body's fit and quite sexable (yeah)
I put my ankles on your neck because I'm flexible (uh-huh)
I'll make you scream when you nut cause you're full of that
So what your dick is big I had to show you where to put it at (don't be lyin)
Don't be shy, I'll treat you real good of course
Punch in your code and get rode like a fuckin horse (uh-huh)
Fuckin the way I do, it takes nuff guts (ha ha)
And when I'm done you need a tourniquet put on your nuts (ha ha ha!)
We play the game, find the hot spot, it's not up top
Follow the flow, lick 'em low, and it's hard as a rock (ahh shit)
Layin me, you lose your mind, don't know what to do (what?)
Who freaked who? (uh-huh) I fucked and freaked you (nah)
[Chorus: Apache (Nikki D)]
WHO FREAKED WHO? Yo bitch I freaked you
WHO FREAKED WHO? (Motherfucker I freaked you)
WHO FREAKED WHO? Bitch you know that ain't true
WHO FREAKED WHO? (Nigga this pussy is too good)
WHO FREAKED WHO? Bitch, I freaked you
WHO FREAKED WHO? (Nigga bring that dick, more dick)
WHO FREAKED WHO? Yeahhh, more dick for you
WHO FREAKED WHO? (Well motherfucker freaky too)
[Nikki D (Apache)]
Yeah, ain't nothin more pleasin than ass when you need it
Over 17 so don't PG-13 it
I can find a freak and fuck around ya whole crew
But I'ma use you, then do you, maybe even screw you (What? You buggin)
Throw my back against the wall and watch me slide to the floor
Pull my panties to my knees and striptease like a whore (daaamn)
Try you out for size, put your head between these thighs
Lick it lovely motherfucker see this coochie ain't shy
Watch me bend it, spin it, by now the dick is in it
Pushin butoons and I'm lovin every fuckin minute
If you grabbin for sheets yeah I'm grabbin them ass cheeks
Dick nice and hard, hey the pussy's on me
ahhhh-hahh; the nigga tried to stroke it
ahhhh-hahh; the nigga tried to poke it
ahhhh-hahh; the nigga almost broke it
ahhhh-hahh; but the pussy just smoked it
[Apache (Nikki D)]
I must admit you're a great fuck but then again (I know)
I'll suck your pussy 'til your forehead caves in
All I need is whip cream, a dream gets strung
While you pull on my braids I'll tickle your nips with my tongue
You're on the menu, I'm hungry, you're the breakfast miss
Then I'll stick my dick between your big breasteses
You pop shit, I pop coochies, you're not the last
Pretty soon you'll have my name tattooed on your ass
Don't get sad or mad, don't fuss or fight
Give me a blunt a bottle of hooch and I'll fuck all night
I'm the freak of the week I'll fuck you any place
In a hooptie, a bus, or the fire escape
Need I say more, should I go on, let me continue
I try to go deep and put my nuts all up in you
Fuckin with me, you lose your mind, don't know what to do
Who freaked who? I fucked and freaked you

[Apache]
Yo I got some murderous ways, so here's a remembrance
For those I've slain, well there's one resemblance
Pass me the mic so I can pump the party
Attack the whack and dump the bodies
It's time to change the scene so pitch ya fists
Big hysterical crowds of steam and mist
Police tape, a lot of men to seperate
the crowd not a soul'll turn or vacate
Newspapers reporters and television camera crews
Prepare for tonight's news and interviews
All attention is drawn towards the lawn
The cops are mad cause the suspects are gone
A body'd bein pulled away and all that remains
as evidence is a trail of bloodstains
Crime specialists, from all over are baffled
The whole entire police force staff is glued
Stuck with not a answer, lead or clue
Backtrack and maybe it'll lead you to
the suspect, but the suspect's a ruffneck
The A-P-A-C-H-E with enough wreck
S-I-D knew just which tune to pick
To turn me into a hip-hop lunatic
I spotted my victim, vicked him, and left
Poor soul brain damage was the cause of death
Cause all it takes is one rhyme to penetrate
your brain can I get a volunteer to demonstrate
The deadly methods I use so smooth to smother another
Is with the the murderus ways of a murderer
[Chorus]
"Murder dem" [x6, two seperate times]
[scratched - Cypress Hill: "Know I had to gat ya"]
[Apache]
As a youth, I was proof that crime pays
Any kid who tried to test I had to show him my murderous ways
I spit days, throwin rocks at gays
A little wild juvenile ghetto bastard born sideways
I drank milk, it made me grow up strong and fast
On a mission to find the doctor who spanked my ass
They say I'm crazy, who cares what them think
My murderous mentality's a basic instinct
No matter what I'ma get mine
I love to wreck a rhyme, so who's next in line - huh
The competition is thick but ain't all that
A sloppy shot yo with sloppy speed raps
Niggaz are scared when I make eye contact
I can't hold it back so I'ma murder this fuckin track
Come step up and die like a hero
Cause you must face the bad boy gun-daliero
In the midst of two and two middle
I'ma do as I feel, so let's start the drill
Deadly methods I use so smooth to smother another
Is with the the murderus ways of a murderer
[Chorus]

[20 second skit between Apache and a girl]
[Apache]
Ladies listen close, run quick fast pronto
This is a song about my dick, his name is Tonto
That's my dick's name, I gave it a nickname
No time to dance off wit'cha pants, let's play a quick game
of hide the salami, who'll be the first to drop
How many licks does it take to get the center of my Tonto pop
I heard you'll do anything to meet rap stars
What would you do for this Klondike bar?
Don't smile, I fuck wild, you wanna slow'er up
When I finish you'll be "cuckoo!" for Cocoa Nuts
Not a ball there's more of the rough stuff
Fuck so hard you say, "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
I've got a, little dick, but once it's inside
It's about this big but about THIS wide
I rip your tummy honey, you want money that's funny
First let me tempt your tummy with the taste of my Nuts'n'Honey
Hard as a brick, promise not to cum quick
I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick
[Chorus x2]
My dick, my dick! [x3]
Myyyyyyyyyy dick!
[Apache]
Got a Superwoman's pussy, my dick's the Kyrptonite
Come get fucked from your asshole to your appetite
I'm a fucker not a fighter come get your clit rocked
Rip your pussy off, give it back to you in a ziplock
I'm real quick to throw a fit over big tits
Tasty like Diet Coke, I'll suck 'em "just for the taste of it"
(Do you eat pussy?) HELL NO! (That's fucked up, why?)
I don't eat shit that bleeds for 7 days and doesn't die
I hope you're strictly dickly, I'm hard as cement
I like to fuck long strong hard and frequent
I like to bend 'em, run up in 'em, I'm not generous
I specialize in doin damage to your uterus
I pound the pussy with a fierce ambition
Don't speak, I'm a freak with the meat in position
I love orgies, I'm horny, it's fun time
I like to fuck at least two at one time
Kind of thick, promise not to cum quick
I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick
[Chorus]
[Apache]
That's my nigga if he got bigger he'd be my bigga nigga
6 foot 3, maybe a quarter of an inch bigger I'll figure
Since you're wet, get set to give me that
My dick so big I use a skully for a jimmy hat
Tonto's a Tec-9, my nuts are the two clips
While I bone and ya moan as I pinch ya nips
Which is the reason the girls are always grabbin
It's back to the crib for some of that CABIN STABBIN-AH
I got pull, I'm not the fool that's in a back sleep
I keep you warmer than the wool on a Black Sheep
It's hereditary, so honey let your drawers drop
This dick was passed down from my pops and his pops
Check the ho pro, bend over and grab your ankles
Or remind me, I might forget to say thank you
Kind of thick, promise not to cum quick
I got the - long dough, long braids, and the loooooooong dick

[Pretty Tone Capone]
Ahh in the motherfuckin house!
This is the Pretty Tone Capone
And I'm here with my motherfuckin man, motherfuckin Apache
And don't give a fuck!
Here to let you motherfuckers know how to make money
So whassup with that? Loot for your pocket troop!
Y'knowhatI'msayin? Wouldn't you rather be a rich bitch
than a fuckin broke hoe? So bitches listen up
and take heed to the motherfuckin word
[Apache]
Yo I sleep all day, stay up all night scramblin
My palms got an itch, fuck a bitch, time for gamblin
Cee-lo, 4-5-6 with the quickness
Flip trips, flip your script, and dump on my shitlist
I doubt if you got the clout to outlast
Time to get money, don't make me crack a can of whip-ass
I'm kind of shady - rugged relentless and rude
I'm cessted, drunk, plus I'm in a real fucked up mood
Since the dough is low and the arsenal's thick
I got a few tricks, I'm quick to pick a vic'
Pick 'em up, time to stick 'em up it ain't funny
Listen honey I want MO' MONEY MO' MONEY
Make a move, try to swing, I knew you wasn't
Wanna live God forgives Apache doesn't
So to borrow 'til tomorrow just find a car shop
Pop the lock then drop it off at the chop spot
Like Robin Hood, no fuckin good, that's what you wanted
Instead of robbin the rich, I rob my bitch then go get blunted
My pockets are gettin thicker quicker I want more
Here's the scoop troop, more loot than a money store
If you're broke, shut the fuck up (HO!!!!)
I thought so - and I don't need a break hoe
Speakin of hoes and dough, they know how to spend it
Ladies listen up, let me talk to you for a minute, c'mon
[Lady]
Yo wait, hold the fuck up
Yo Apache, how the fuck you gonna tell the niggaz how to get dough
and not tell the BITCHES how to get some money?
The fuck is wrong with you, you crazy or somethin?
[Apache]
Here's a few ways to get paid, proceed with caution
Tell your man you need money for an abortion
Check his pockets while sleep, creep, don't get caught
Don't want him to take back all the shit he already bought
Keep a stash, strictly cash, and think hard
See somethin you like? Fuck it, put it on his credit card
Tell me who do you prefer, a man or a mack?
On the flip-flop, don't stop to shop at Jack's
With sex appeal, be real I don't understand
fake hair and nails, and you're lookin for a real man
Some dance for dollars, holla cause I know you know
cause some plain old hoes just FUCK for dough
Use your imagination, why think small
Instead of takin half, fuck it, why not take it all?
Don't be a dumb broad, a fraud, a phony
You just end broke, no blunt to smoke, and lonely
Use your pussy as a tool, that's how you want it G
Don't waste it, put it on sale, but never free
Fuck your way to the top, don't be a slob
If none of that shit works, then fuck it, buy the job
It takes more to be a rich bitch with big tits
If your man is broke, don't listen to his bullshit
Speakin of men, we know how to make the money
But it's up to you to take it honey
[Pretty Tone Capone]
Word to mother my motherfuckin man just told you what you had to do
So if you wanna just lay back and be blazed
you'll damn sure play the fool
You think we won't fuck the shit out of you bitches?
You better get real, word to mother
What the fuck's up, what the fuck is goin on with that shit?
A crook is 'sposed to have his hand in your motherfuckin pocketbook
Play yourself out
(Make money money, make money money money)
(Take money, take money)

And you don't stop
[VERSE 1]
Rappers grow, develop flows, do shows, get hoes
Make it big, then start steppin on toes
But you missed one, mine, now you can't last
Step on my toe, you get ten toes up that ass
Don't even think about tryin some snake shit
Okay, today we're talkin about fake shit
Was it a friend or colleague, tell me what was it?
You flipped your script when you got your bullshit budget
You went gold and can't speak no more
Fuck you, your crew, and your fuckin tour
Poppin shit behind my back, time to get got
The penalty for that is five to ten speed-knots
I'm here to bully and bogart, I hit hard
Set em up to get wet up, dump em in somebody's yard
Tie em up and make em squeel
The last three words he hears is 'keep it real'
Keep it real
And you don't stop
(And I'ma let you know)
Keep it real
(Probably a punk)
[VERSE 2]
Industry rule number 4080-one
(If you come to battle, bring-bring a shot-shotgun)
I hate the fake, if you perpatrate, flee
Time to wreck shop, and all you can do is stop speakin to me
MC's that get too big for their britches
End up in stitches or gettin robbed for their fuckin riches
Forgot where you came from, gased up
Go back to your old block and niggas smack that ass up
You know the rules, challenge him to a rap scrimmage
Sha said (Yo, 'Pache chill, that's just his image
And shit) So I chill and won't say shit, see
No bull, I got pull, only a handful can fuck with me
Bringin mysery is my mission in '93
So be nice and think twice before steppin to me
Tie him up and make him squeel
The last three words he hears is 'keep it real'
[VERSE 3]
Some new fame is like a flame, let me explain
It can blaze for days, then it's out, but who's to blame?
You, or is it the things you do or did?
In fact, sometimes I think back to when I was a kid
Times were hard, I got harder
Couldn't afford a 40, so you didn't wanna be bothered
Wouldn't pass a spliff, couldn't get a lift
Started runnin with the Flavor U and got swift
Now you come around talkin that 'we boys' shit
The way I live, I forgive, but I don't forget
Tie him up and make him squeel

[Chorus: Collie Weed]
Hey girl, all-on me girl
Why you wan' trouble me girl
Hey girl, all-on me girl
Why you wan' trouble me girl
[Apache]
Hey girl it's me Apache, how soon we forget
As long as I have a face, you'll have a place to sit
What do you want or better yet what do you need ho
Links or minks, a ride, or more dough (no)
Everytime I see you your hand's out, you're bummin
Claimin to be a woman, I hate to see her comin
We could've had it all if you just chilled
That's you with your sidewalls and you talkin the dollar bill
Stop gamin, girl I don't hate ya
You slack in your mack game, you wicked by nature
So get sweet, slick and slide for the next man
You might catch a backhand, cause I know your gameplan
Grab a cab, be on your way, that should start ya
I like your entrance, let me see your departure
Hurry up, get away, move on the double G
Why the fuck you wanna trouble me?
[Chorus x2]
[Collie Weed's patoid - best guess]
Dem a ho until mi end, ta me inna end
Tell ya [?] to go, now ya fierce pussy claat
PLEASE, sexy [?] come walk wit me
Gimme likkle love an' make me feel irie
Make me [?] shake like the mango tree
Right here on da grass, right next to me
OHH OHH, I'm lone-lyyy
I wan' this young lady here just to 'old me
BECAUSE, me is a [?] suit ya lovely fine
Mi need a gal who can give me likkle time
Yours are yours and, mine are mine
Dem a ho, I know de one Milo Don
Dem a ho, I know de one Collie Weed
Dem a [?] W-A-I-S-E, L-I-N-G
Gimme likkle L-O-V-I-N-G
An' me Collie Weed, that's all I need
No get up inna temple cause I ask her to plead
Iyyah [?], [?]
I watch out de love cause it's me for me
Not for mi lovesick, not de money
Watch out gal, what me tight-ahh
[Collie Weed singing]
I want some lovin, and dat's de way I'm feeelin-ah
Stop alla-de nonsense, I have no vindictive feeelin-ah
I want you to squeeze me, my sugar pie big baaty dumpling-ah
Come a likkle closer, I hafta tell you a likkle somet'ing
[Milo]
Eeny, meenie, mynie, moe
Who be the next ho to fuck with the ho pro
When I met you I was backed up, stopped up
I said come sit on my lap, let's see what pops up
Took the bait, asked if we could go to a hotel
Took you to the crib, did you on the DL
Gave up the pussy, I took it, rocked it
Everytime I turn around you got your hands in my pocket
But I ain't checkin for ya, your game's too slow
I'm too tall for that so bitch act like you know
Also, you're on the flip tip
This friendship, could end wit'cha leavin with a broke hip
Find another brother and run the same lame game
I forgot your name, so I can't complain
Hurry up, get away, move on the double G
Why the fuck you wanna trouble me?
(Why you wan' trouble me girl?)
[Chorus x2]
[over Chorus] This is something for the people
[Collie Weed's "Hey" echoes repeatedly]

[Chorus]
A-P-A-C-H-E, GET YA WEIGHT UP!!
GET YA WEIGHT UP!!
[Apache]
To all you fictional fake fags, frauds and fronts
I'm here to get puffed and rip shit and I'm all out of Philly blunts
Step up, step up - who's starvin for static?
That's like playin Russian Roulette with an automatic
Full grown, the last kid I did tried to hold his own
Rushed his crib, smacked his bitch, held him hostage in his own home
Fucked up, goodbye - somebody sing his ass a lullaby
Tried for juice, but got a noose for a necktie
Black man, black ass and black heart
Use force, cut up his corpse, dispose of his body parts
To me fun is pullin a gun in a fair fight
I'm the hype type, my mic is my peace pipe
My tomahawk talks, you sink like a battleship
Fuck a bow and arrow, pass me the Tec and 2 clips
Gimme some comp to stomp, fuck the glory
Come witness more smoke and more bodies than a crematory
You defeat me, beat me, on the contrary
I'll knock out your fronts and sell 'em to the tooth fairy
Ask the last kid who said I couldn't rock
I scalped his ass, and left his head in his mailbox
[Chorus x2]
[Apache]
I speak clear so you can hear, that's what I'm all about
So cut that niggidy niggidy naggedy bullshit out
Monkey see, monkey do, time to face the facts
One or two, only a few get props for that
Give the next man a face or neck brace to start
Took his girl, took his manhood and took his heart
Give him time to rhyme, then dump him in a ditch
Takin gangsters and makin 'em my "Gangsta Bitch"
Where's the conflict, trouble's comin and won't fail
You think your weight's up? Then step on a skill scale
You're too thin to win before I begin to blast
Your dialogue sucks, your lyrics are light in the ass
Me and mines remain fine and in mint condition
They get rougher, yours suffer from malnutrition
Stop sleepin on the job slob, I advise
Dream about kickin my ass, wake up and apologize
I'm a contender, while you plot and plan
Got speed and a lead like the Gingerbread Man
Bring your best buck, watch 'em get stuck up
Look for safety, I'm rigged to blow the fuck up
[Chorus x2]
[Apache]
Fuck it who's got dice; cee-lo I got the bankhead the bank's a bullet
Lose with the Tec to your teeth, hold the trigger then pull it
With the gift I come swift with a straight arch
Competition I leave 'em stiffer than spray starch
Got a high strung tongue, can you catch it or match it
Those who tried died by the hatchet
I play to win friend, your game I aim for the chin
Rap is a hobby, I kick ASS for a livin
So what you get radio play and your record sold
And you were told your shit just might go gold
When I step up and strike, be prepared to duck
I'm one deep, I don't sleep and don't give a fuck
I'm a hood from the hood, better yet instead
It might be safer for you if you covered your head
If you win then I'll begin to bruise ya
Fuck that, I'm goin out cause I'm a sore loser
When I roll up to stick-up I got'cha
Gimme mine, pay me or pay the doctor
Don't fuck with a man 'til you're full grown
Cause I'd hate to dislocate your ass bone

[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I want a (gangsta bitch) I need a (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse One]
Yo, I need a gangsta bitch; she don't sleep and she don't play
Stickin up girls from around the fuckin way
Strapped but lovable, hateful but huggable
Always in trouble and definitely fuckable
See her now, booms and pounds, she's mine friend
Puffin on a blunt, sippin on a Heineken
She's got charm, a firearm to match mine
Goin to the movies packin his and her nine's
Wearin Carhart and leather, motherfuck the weather
On Valentine's Day, doin stick-ups together
No one to blame, no shame in her game
And when we fuck she makes me scream out her name
She's not petty, confidant, ready
Right for late night, we play fight with machetes
This goes out to all the gangsta hoe pros
Give me a ghetto girl, fuck a Soul Train hoe
[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse Two]
She likes to party with her posse and drink beer
Pour a little bit out for the sisters who ain't here
She's not the one, player you might get done
Her idea of fun's takin her son shoppin for a gun
Likes to dress to impress, quick to attack
When your punk-ass boys run, you know she's got your back
In a Benz with her friends, aiyyo Jeep kid
Drivin down the street pumpin, "Apache you ain't shit!"
Snappin on niggaz, takin no shorts
Sittin on a porch, pullin on a Newport
Minds her business, knows cause she hears things
Fat herringbone and diamond studded earrings
She's a thoroughbred, walks and talks with class
Try to get fast, she just might slap your ass
Come meet my moms, but the two might not click
Parents just don't understand..
[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Verse Three]
I had a church girl, quiet girl, one girl was rich
The most memorable girl was a gangsta bitch
We went out a lot, sometimes we dressed the same
Lickin shots in the park and had pet names
I called her 'Dollars' cause that's what she liked to spend
She called me 'Diamond' cause my dick was her best friend
If you owed her dough, then you had to pay
Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday
We packed up and shacked up, didn't need a job
Engaged to a criminal and married to the mob
I gave MC's injuries and beat 'em down
While she's, pickin up ki's, from Uptown
Sad to say one day got caught out there
I shed tears when the judge said five years
She's gone now so it's time to make my switch
So who'll be my next gangsta bitch?
I need a gangsta bitch, yo! (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
[Apache]
Yeah, yeah.. (a gangsta bitch)
This shit goes out to all the gangsta bitches Uptown (a gangsta bitch)
All the gangsta bitches in Brooklyn, Long Island (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Queens, Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island
Mount Vernon (a gangsta bitch)
Chilltown J.C., Naughtyville E.O. (a gangsta bitch)
And Newark to Brick motherfuckin City (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
This goes out to all the gangsta bitches, hehehah (a gangsta bitch)
Every-motherfuckin-where (a gangsta bitch)
Yeah, you know what I need baby (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Hahahaha! (a gangsta bitch) Yeah (a gangsta bitch)
Ahh (gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Yo yo yo, yo honey check this out..

Ho! Ho! Ho!
[Chorus]
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
[Big Bank Hank]
I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be real
I never need a horse I like to chill
so I, drive up in my new Seville
My Tribe went down in the hall of fame
Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will never break down
(Big Bank!) No sir, I don't mess around
Awowowowowowowowowow!! Ho!
Wowowowowowwowowowowowowowowowowow!!
[Chorus]
[Master G]
Like Kemosabi, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A firing squad, sensed the danger
When they're stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my medicine man
He said, "Get them squaws, fast as you can"
To all you girls, that wanna join my Tribe
Just move to my rhythm, and feel my vibe
Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
When you come inside, my tee-pee
As I said before, you could sense the danger
When you're stung by the rapping ranger
When Silver and I, take a route
All you suckers better step aside
I sting squaws, then I run away
HIYOO Silver, is what I say!
Ho! Ho! Wowowowowowowowow!
Hit it gang!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
[Chorus]
[Wonder Mike]
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger poppin to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
woogie betcha wanna boogie again
And you can put me to the test at your request
I rock you out of your mocassin
Kemosabi got down, took off his mask
He kicked off his shoes and did the Monster Mash
Tommy came along, saw what was happenin
His head began to boppin his foot start to clappin
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
They were jammin off a record that said it best:
"Now what you hear is not a test!"
Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga (2X)
[Chorus (minus the a-hunga line)]

* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
Ho! Ho! Ho!
[Chorus]
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
[Big Bank Hank]
I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be real
I never need a horse I like to chill
so I, drive up in my new Seville
My Tribe went down in the hall of fame
Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will never break down
(Big Bank!) No sir, I don't mess around
Awowowowowowowowowow!! Ho!
Wowowowowowwowowowowowowowowowowow!!
[Chorus]
[Master G]
Like Kemosabi, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A firing squad, sensed the danger
When they're stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my medicine man
He said, "Get them squaws, fast as you can"
To all you girls, that wanna join my Tribe
Just move to my rhythm, and feel my vibe
Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
When you come inside, my tee-pee
As I said before, you could sense the danger
When you're stung by the rapping ranger
When Silver and I, take a route
All you suckers better step aside
I sting squaws, then I run away
HIYOO Silver, is what I say!
Ho! Ho! Wowowowowowowowow!
Hit it gang!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
[Chorus]
[Wonder Mike]
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger poppin to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
woogie betcha wanna boogie again
And you can put me to the test at your request
I rock you out of your mocassin
Kemosabi got down, took off his mask
He kicked off his shoes and did the Monster Mash
Tommy came along, saw what was happenin
His head began to boppin his foot start to clappin
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
They were jammin off a record that said it best:
"Now what you hear is not a test!"
Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga (2X)
[Chorus (minus the a-hunga line)]
[Chorus (music only to the fade)]

Holiholihoo
Først kommer det reklame, alle sitter pal
Og Peter Pan har skifta navn til Sverdrup Dahl.
Apachehylet gjaller, filmen er i gang;
Med fjærpryd rider høvdingen på svart mustang?
Og bøflene bøfler fort forbi.
Og bøflene bøfler fort.
På Strømmen kino hender de grusomste ting?
En kriger venter bak neste sving,
En stolt kiowa eller apache eller sioux?
Og slangene slanger huttetu.
Og slangene slanger uhu.
Snart stiger det røyksignaler over præriens spisse kaktuspigger
Nå blir det kamp?
Og speidera speider og hestene knegger og pilene står både i
Lår og legger på rytter og gamp?
Og General Motors og General Custer dem gliser og skyter på alt
Det dem løster
-det blør fra et sår?
Med C-momenter dem stuper ned skrenter og gribbene venter på
Maten som de veit at du får?
Og mens det tordner fra blåjakkekavalleri,
Så regner det popcorn fra galleri.
Coyoter uler og se: der går det en squaw?
Og gribbene gribber alt de kan få
Av en indianer og to indianere og tre indianere og fire
Indianere små.
Og bøflene bøfler og slangene slanger og gribbene gribber og
Ulvene uler som så: