Guru (Hindi: गुरू [ˈɡʊru] Tamil: குரு) is a 2007 Indian biographical film based on the life of Dhirubhai Ambani, an Indian business magnate. The film was co-written and directed by Mani Ratnam. It stars Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Arya Babbar, Mithun Chakraborty, R. Madhavan, Vidya Balan in the leading roles. The movie also has Mallika Sherawat in a guest appearance. The score and soundtrack for the film is composed by A. R. Rahman. The movie was dubbed and released simultaneously in Tamil as Guru and in Telugu as Gurukanth. The film was released on 12 January 2007, and premièred at the Elgin Theatre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada,on Thursday January 11th 2007, making it the first Indian film to have a mainstream international premiere in Canada.A Canadian Company Roger Nair Productions acquired the rights and arranged this historical film première.Toronto Sun called it " the largest event in Canadian History".This landmark distribution deal also made Canada in to a separate territory for Bollywood Films.
Plot
A story of three friends - Guri, Deep and Sher Singh - who are studying in a university and are staying together in the hostel of the same university. The movie explores this very friendship between these three boys as they spend their student days doing all the usual things that students normally do. They do everything together - bunking classes, getting into fights with a rival group, talking and laughing over numerous cups of tea - and they even fall in love together. However, the love stories of all the three friends turn out to be complicated.
Friendship is life
Plot
Tamil is a thug for hire in the city of Chennai who has no ties to anyone and will do any dirty work as long as the money as good. He meets a young girl named Shruthi and they fall in love. But there are two obstacles in the path of their romance : firstly, Shruthi detests Tamil's violent ways and secondly, police sub-inspector Govindan is pursuing Shruthi obsessively with intent of making her his mistress. Meanwhile, Dubai-based crime lord Ali Bhai has arrived in Chennai for the purpose of silencing his chief rival gangster Narasimhan and also to meet Tamil who is rising within the gang's ranks. However, during the meeting, Ali Bhai is arrested in a police raid conducted by Police Commissioner Mohammed Moideen Khan and his gang hatches a morally abhorrent plan in order to secure his release.
Keywords: action-hero, attack, beating, blackmail, blood, chennai, confrontation, corrupt-cop, crime-boss, crime-lord
An Anti-Criminal Operation
Plot
Across The Universe is a fictional love story set in the 1960s amid the turbulent years of anti-war protest, the struggle for free speech and civil rights, mind exploration and rock and roll. At once gritty, whimsical and highly theatrical, the story moves from high schools and universities in Massachusetts, Princeton and Ohio to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the Detroit riots, Vietnam and the dockyards of Liverpool. A combination of live action and animation, the film is paired with many songs by 'The Beatles' (qv) that defined the time.
Keywords: 1960s, absent-father, abuse, acid, acoustic-guitar, african-american, afro, alcohol, alien, american-flag
All you need is love.
Within the lyrics of the world's most famous songs, lives a story that has never been told. Until now.
They lived without rules. They loved without fear. But as the world changed, so did they.
From director Julie Taymor comes the most original, exhilarating, spectacular, groundbreaking motion picture of the year.
JoJo: Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore, man. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay.
Max: Jude, this is my sister, Lucy.::Jude: [later, to Lucy] My god, you... you have perfect teeth!
Lucy: We're in the middle of a revolution Jude. And what are you doing? Doodles and cartoons?::Jude: Well I'm sorry I'm not the man with the mega-phone, but this is what I do.
Army Sergeant: Is there any reason you shouldn't be in this man's Army?::Max: I'm a cross-dressing homosexual pacifist with a spot on my lung.::Army Sergeant: As long as you don't have flat feet.
Lucy: I would lay in front of a tank if it would bring Max back and end this war.::Jude: Yeah, it wouldn't.
Jude: [drawing picture of Lucy, looks at her] Come here.::Jude: [Lucy comes closer]::Jude: I just want to get your eyes right.
Sadie: [upon seeing Prudence for the first time] Where'd she come from?::Jude: She came in through the bathroom window.
Max: [they head for the basement of the campus, they come to a room. Jude closes the door] Shit, I'm outta shape! Woo! [he pants heavily trying to catch his breath before he recognizes Jude from earlier] You're the guy who was asking for the janitor, right?::Jude: [nods] Yeah.::Max: So what are you, uh, like the, uh, assistant janitor?::Jude: I'm just bunking down here, y'know. Temporarily.::Max: [as he observes his surroundings] Why?::Jude: Why do you need to know?::Max: You wanted by the cops? Huh? FBI?::Jude: You know it looks to me as though, uh... You're the one who's on the run.::Max: Uh... yeah. Thank you for that by the way.::Jude: What would that lot have done if they'd caught you?::Max: [he and Jude sit down] I don't know. Something, uh, involving genitalia and shoe polish.::Jude: Nasty.::Max: Yeah. Where's that accent from?::Jude: Same place as me. Liverpool.::Max: Do you have a name?::Jude: Yeah. [smiles] It's Jude.::Max: [smiles] Max. [he extends his hand, Jude shakes his hand]::Jude: [as he shakes Max's hand] I'm please to meet you.::Max: Well, uh, Jude, as a stranger to our shores, the least I can do is offer you some Ivy League hospitatilty. [he tosses Jude a flask]::Jude: [a beat] Cheers. [he takes a drink from the flask]
Hippie Guitarist: Learn French or die.
Max: And you know what really pisses me off is I swallowed all those cotton balls and they never even took a damn x-ray.::Hippy dude: You still have options man.::Max: Yeah, jail or Canada and they both suck. I mean I could never come home, so what is it, it's a choice of a 6x4 cell or an endless wasteland of frozen tundra.::Hippy dude: Montreal is cool.::Max: Man, they speak French.::Hippie Guitarist: So learn French. Learn French or die.
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Set on a tropical island in Thailand, the strange plight of a beleaguered chef who, while romancing a mysterious woman, discovers the diabolical Zen of cooking. Following a near death escape, he returns to Montreal and falls hard for the woman of his life who unfortunately craves only his cooking but not his loving. Worse still, strange things surfacing around him indicate that his journey to the Far East has deep, divine implications. The stage is set for him to take the 1st bite of true love and end the cycle of suffering for all involved.
Keywords: bangkok-thailand, canada, chef, cooking, food, island, mermaid, montréal-quebec-canada, number-in-title, thailand
We kill, we eat what we love...
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Steal food. Pay respects. Give to the needy. This is the dogma of 19 Revolutions, an anarchic political movement started by the elite youth of Indian society. When the city sleeps, the movement comes alive, spreading a utopian ideal of social and economic equality.
Keywords: number-in-title
Get a job.
Eat more apples.
Read more books.
Plot
Released after five years of institutionalization for a crime he doesn't remember committing, Danny, with the body of a man and the mind of a child, lives in the care of his older brother, Bill. Bill's increasingly bizarre behavior goes unnoticed by Danny, who is preoccupied with the fear of being separated from him by the growing demands of Bill's girlfriend, Sarah. Danny is further distracted by a newfound attraction to Suzy, a woman with her own questionable past. As Bill further succumbs to a descent into deviance, his actions threaten himself and those around him. Will Danny finally awaken to the truth of his own forgotten past and Bill's inner demons and be able to stop him before it's too late?
Don't ever be afraid of the dark.
Plot
Living in a posh mansion named Swarg, this is the story of Sahabji, his wife sister Jyoti, two brothers, and a sister-in-law. Sahabji has a clash of wits with Dhanraj, who successfully schemes with Sahabji's two brothers, and takes over the prestigious mansion and vaste business empire, leaving Sahabji virtually penniless, and devastated with the passing away of his wife. His brothers have now taken over the money, and his business. It is now up to a servant of the mansion, Krishna to set things right for Sahabji's household. How can a poor servant succeed against rich and powerful individuals?
Plot
Producer Gyan Chand attempts to make a film. Whilst in production his partner refuses to co-operate with the financial aspect of completing the movie and Gyan Chand ends up being imprisoned for 5 years - being unable to return the borrowed money from the investors. After being released from prison Gyan Chand decides to make a low budget film with 4 unknown faces with a smaller budget. Gyan Chand starts facing several obstacles to get his film released on the big screen.
Keywords: actor, film-set, prison, shooting
It’s swirling round my head
Everything that you said
Espoucing mysticism
And transcendentalism
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x2]
Your Guru
He dresses like a sheik
But lives in Heywardss Heath
Selling you his saffron lies
While sleeping with all your wives
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x2]
Your Guru
He says your aura’s too faded
That science is just too jaded
He wants a million for a shrine
He says what’s yours is mine… is mine
Collecting big fat checks
From all you spiritual wrecks
Saving wealthy souls
While driving his paisley Rolls
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x4]
Hey, yo yo Everlast.
What up?
This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just checkin' in on ya.
Yo, I heard about your accident, I want
to know if you're still breathin'?
So get at it brother, you know
how to reach me, kid.
Word is bond, man. I miss ya.
(Pedrini)
Oggi no,
non resisto più,
stare qui,
niente cambia, no
e me ne andrò
giorni immobili
Dimmi, Guru
cosa io dirò?
Cosa devo fare?
Dimmi, Guru
forse morirò
fermo ad aspettare?
Dimmi, Guru
se non lo sai tu
Well here she comes through the trees
In her saffron robes and dangling beads
She's a special child, touching the Holy Sea
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
In San Francisco she lights a flame
And in Brazilian bars they chant his name
She's a special child who's playing the Godfind game
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away
I don't want your guru
I don't need your paradise
I love you for what you are
Perfection's not mine
No more family, no more friends
No expectations now, no bitter ends
For she's a special child, with a castle she must defend
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away
Well, it's over now, I think I know
We tried to work it out, someone let go
I've got a special place, your bridge to the outside world
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
Yo, I'm tired of chumps tryin' to waste my time
I ain't got no time to play
Gotta make moves
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves with no delay
(I gotta make moves)
Never no time to play
(No time to play)
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
(I gotta make moves)
Gotta make moves
Nope, I can't stop
Nope, I can't stop to talk
I gotta go, I gotta go, yo
Basically I'm a brother they depend on, lean on
So now I gotta be gone, I gotta keep strong
Always stayin' busy, kid 'cause I can never fall off
Laziness ain't gettin' to me
There's too much opportunity
And I'm not waitin' for no one
'Cause slow ones, they don't get nuttin' done, son
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
(No time to play)
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves with no delay
(I gotta make moves)
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
(No time to play)
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves
(I gotta make moves)
Your time is runnin' short, sport
Make a move or get caught
Nothing lasts forever, nothing lasts forever, baby
Maybe, you shouldn't act so crazy
Instead of tryin' to be the man
You could really be the man
If you had a plan, understand?
But I'm not the one to be waitin' for ya
Back in the day, I used to do stuff for ya
Now I'm warnin' ya
That you really ain't no pimp, you wimp
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
(No time to play)
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves with no delay
(I gotta make moves)
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
(I gotta make moves)
Gotta make moves
I gotta make moves, each and every day
I need the cash, I need the cash money
With my rhyme display, I may take all the paper wild
I guess I have the know-how
When you see me in the house you better go
"What's up G? What's up Gang?"
Then give me a pound because I've been down
Dedicated and I've waited for my turn
'Cause respect is somethin' you earn
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
(Uhh, I gotta make moves)
Gotta make moves with no delay
Never no time to play
(No time to play)
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
(I gotta make moves)
Gotta make moves
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves with no delay
Never no time to play
Gotta keep workin' every day
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves
Never no time to play
No time to play, ahh
Never no time to play
Gotta make moves
Ain't got no time
I ain't got no time
Ain't got no time
I ain't got no time
(No time to play)
I ain't got no time
(No time to play)
No time to play
(No time to play)
Ain't got no time
(No time to play)
(No, no time to play)
(No time to play)
I ain't got no time
(No time to play)
I ain't got no time
(No time to play)
No time to play
(No time to play)
Ain't got no time
I ain't got no time
I ain't got no time
Never have the time
Never no time to play
No time to play
No time to play
No time to play
No time to play
My man Ronny Jordan gets busy on guitar
DC Lee and Big Shug in the house
Big shouts to the crew
"Whassup?" To the Cutthroats, slicker than most
I ain't got no time, yo, so I'm gone, I'm gone
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
I'm mystical, don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure, patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em illa-del-style wild
Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on 8/4, poetic, meter
Soarin' way beyond
I am bic pentameter, or Juvenile flam
Unsyncopated soul piercin' earlobes and egos
My vocals read these thoughts
Am I hardcore to the grain?
Lame game plain Jane MC's can't approach these
I shake chumps like fleas, I hold the keys
To drive you, guide you, provide you
With the real joints, ahem I clear my throat of phlegm
The architect, selecting the blueprints
To rid the game of nuisance
Sucker reducin' with the fusion
Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution
Stackin' concrete flows, look out below
So respect the architect
So respect the architect
Rhymes get all up in your grill like freckles
Most MC's couldn't see me, with bifocal spectacles
There's no protectin' you, with realness, I'm wreckin' you
I'm beggin' you, take a look into the cypher
You're dirt on my windshield, so I'm turnin' on my wipers
And I can see clearly now, no other rapper is near me now
And all you perpetrators, shall fear me now
Never flip folklores, only realness coincide
With the rhythm like I did with total wreck
Respect the architect in this division
Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti proton collisions
Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions
In, rare form, defined as optimal for my pedigrees
In skill three like three-sixty degrees as in well-rounded
Leavin' the competition dumb founded
For when I catch wreck, I astound
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Floor to ceiling, constantly building
With power to construct, towers of rap cream kid, what?
Dreamin' you're lyrical, physical, mystical
Your concept's mediocre, plus your way too typical withcha
Corny delivery and crazy wack voice
Mad corny image, that's why I give you jitters
It figures, I'd have to dust you off the scene
Like a wise guy, with my New York lean
Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mind state
From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create
Top notch and on lock like sentry, opponents could never tempt me
Samplin' my style like an Akai S-950 and still can't get with me
While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic
Conduction phonics like the philharmonics
I make in measured melody, kids praise me like the crucifix
So place Bahamadia, amongst your top ten of MC's
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Yeah, never ending, knahmsayin? Always buildin'
My home girl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah, yeah
And of course, my man the legend, Ramsey Lewis
So respect the architect, knahmsayin? One love
My mind blows decisions at times indecisive, I think about the paradox that life is, keep my head to the sky and understand who Christ is, turn off the news cuz everyday is a crisis, lifeless ni..as on the couch weeded out, itLike ladanians certain types of ni..as out my life I weeded out, I believe in the route of soul before paper, no gold before labor, truth told with no glazieurs, days are getting darker quick, I was told that it was written Imma author it, wanna go the same place that the martyrs went, the Black figures on the wall in my apartment, like LaDanian yall I be charging it, touching down with the people from my town, its the Chi that be giving me my ground, dug in the crates of my soul and I found, clarity.
Chorus:
Be yourself, yeah and be so clear
Heyo just be yourself, and be so clear
Be yourself, yeah and be so clear
C'mon just be yourself, and be so clear
(repeat x 2)
Verse 2: Guru
Toiled in the trenches, faced judges on benches, betrayed by some that I fed not to mention, standing here now in the best condition, up outta the dirt so I suggest you listen, see money cant make you or me, protect my mind with nines cuz it shines more than jewelry, used to do things that werent too productive, now I breathe life into mics for your comfort, I see past the groupies and goldiggers to find women, how I'm living? doing me and not savagely driven, taught the game of fortune and fame so I'm not playing no more I hold the torch with flames, I've lost and gained at the same time, mc's biting and swagger jacking still commit the same crimes , once you see past the surface, that trash is worthless, with me you get a lasting purpose.
Cry, what up? What up? What up?
I got them 5 dolla Baldhead Slick CD's
What up? What up? Come and get 'em
Yo come here, come here man, yo
Didn't, didn't I say, didn't I tell you
Not to come around here with that shit
Huh, get down
Yo I keep my enemies close, now I'm ready to squeeze
Watch 'em all cry and make 'em get on they knees
Cry, cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Get on your knees and cry, you know the reason why
You ungrateful motherfucker, can't believe you lied
You tried to fake me snake me 'cuz my heart is good
I knew you would, you played the role as hard as you could
Revenge is my ammo, black whip, tinted windows
Relentless is my wrath, we in the mix like chemicals
Why I'm actin' that way? 'Cuz this ain't back in the days
Still hold a grudge, old man thug about to blast you away
I'll straggle ya plot, effortlessly with one thought
This is way past gun talk, so many blocks I done rocked
You didn't know that I was thorough, didn't you?
5 Boroughs of crews, I'm 'bout to bury you dudes
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Yo, look me in the eye and explain to me why
That I should let things slide, we used to be on the same side
Now it's all twisted and we no longer kick it
You had your chance to advance with me, bitch, you missed it
It's too late to beg or plead, too late for apologies
Stop leavin' messages, word, stop calling me
See, I got a nice little treat for you
I'ma make it crazy tough in these streets for you
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'cuz I called your bluff
You call yourself buck, my click'll flip and fuck you up
Punks that don't know me, think I'm mellow and calm
But my peeps they know, I'm wild, gully and slightly gone
Yo, stupid, you 'bout to catch the whole can of this
Whoop ass, you shook fast, you shit your pants on this
I'm never losin' mine, I don't feel like doin' time
But I still ain't gonna have nobody foolin' with mine
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Anger management, yeah, I probably need that
You feelin' my feedback, just stay down on your knees, cat
You quiet, that's 'cuz you afraid of dying
Afraid of losin' yo' head when my lead start flying
You can't be serious, try to fuck with my career in this
A 100 soldiers every city, you suckers can't come near da click
I don't even got the time for the likes of you
So what I'd like to do is finish weirdos like you
Just for schemin', boy, you coulda made it but you hated
So now, you gon' find out that the pain is excruciating
So fuck what you be sayin' 'cuz nobody heard
This is a dirty game, I'm takin' all your chips, that's my word
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Cry, I want you to cry
Yes, I want you to get on your knees and cry
Yo, I keep my enemies close, now, I'm ready to squeeze
Watch 'em all cry and make 'em get on they knees
Yo, I keep my enemies close, now, I'm ready to squeeze
Watch 'em all cry and make 'em get on they knees
[Chorus]
Feed the hungry, and house the poor
We gotta save these babies and stop the wars. [x2]
[Verse 1]
What is success if we can't reach back
And drop a jewel, in today's schools, they don't teach that
Our ancestors were kings and queens, peep that
So called educators need to learn to teach facts
From the slum alleyways and the burned-down apartments
TO the drug infested buildings where the gun rounds be barking
I see promise in the eyes of the babies
Still the death toll and trauma, drive me crazy
I watch how they're making us, I spot where they're taking us
In every neighborhood, the block is hot and dangerous
And what's the point of a fist in the air
If the children are starving, and the men don't care
BUt niggaz dont care, and they don't realize
For us to have the chances we got, many have died
And hear the cries of the innocent ones, the victims of guns
And see how shits wickedly run
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Though they might hate my kind, they cant incarcerate my mind
I control my own fate, watch me break these vines
Who else can enlighten the people and fight against evil
Comes against me, and your plight will be legal
You know they gonna start another war again
We got a few good men, but there's much more of them
And I doubt we'll see another Martin or Malcolm
'Cause the rims and the blimps, have distored the outcome
And how come, we'd rather floss than get our souls right
Still some stay up hustlin the whole night
I Guess that's why we got war in our own hoods
'Cause we can't even save ourselves, for our own good
And what don't kill you can make you stronger
Keep procrasinating, it'll take you longer
But in these trouble times, so many troubled minds
I see them rocking us to sleep like a lullaby
[Chorus x2]
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
It's easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
[Chorus x2]
[Female singer]
WE gotta stop the war. Save the children. Yea
Feed the hundry, house the poor. We gotta save
the babies and stop the war. [Voice fades out]
[New Child]
One, Morgan Isle two, Morgan Isle three Eh Yo, check it
I'm about to black out, pull the mack out, blow your back out
New Child, niggaz sick wit it, I've been spit it
Realest shit I ever wrote, left ya niggaz starvin and craze
Like Johnny I blaze Life a nigga robbin' a case
East Harlem on that ass, starving for that cash
Morph city mash Nigga you get smashed
Outlaw Immortal lifeline Only niggaz doin it right
Call my name and you die tonight
Give a fuck about the future, Grim Reaper call a coward to hell
Murder one living out on bail
And I don't give a fuck about y'all, faggot niggaz blowing they brains
From going insane Me, I keep inflicting the pain
See your soul rise, skip town wit four pows Four life guys, wit .45 that's no lie
Block to block, I'm sho shock
Niggaz know not to ever in they life approach me
Cause yo, I'm a killa for rilla, my nilla
This is binge rap, savage niggaz sticking out they chest, like revel
You want war then lets do it, get right in to it
Fuck the lolly game, body bags and dust floor
War tactics
[Guru]
War tactics Ignorant motherfuckers get they ass kicked
I got it mastered, ya basterd
Word the dirty Way past 7:30 ya hazard Don't wanna see heaven early
I study fire Plus I got 11 worthy calibers Word tha Mack
Step in the arena, I'ma have'ta hurt ya black
Now ya hurt, by the way that you act
For your bitch ass image, I can't believe why they pay you that
Try to ignore me, I'ma get gory and straight pay you back
Like the Ying and the Yang *gunshot* Click and the bang
I'm sick and deranged
And I came with a new team, to set it on your record and you quickly changed
I'ma parlay after a hard day of schooling suckers
And the like the groupon say Kill you stupid motherfuckers
I don't trust ya If I don't know ya, disarm ya man and cold body blow ya
War tactics
[Chorus:]
[New Child] War Tactics
[Fatal War] Tactics
[Guru War] Tactics
[James Gotti] War Tactics
[New Child] War Tactics
[Fatal] War Tactics
[Guru] War Tactics
[DJ Scratching]
[New] Child War Tactics
[Fatal] War Tactics (War)
[Guru] War Tactics
[James Gotti] War Tactics
[New Child] War Tactics
[Fatal] War Tactics
[Guru] War Tactics
[DJ Scratching]
[James Gotti]
Yo, yo. I'm hot. I carry heat like I walk wit the sun
When I speak, bullets shoot I talk wit my gun
Yo man lie wit you Planning hits, spying wit you, get high wit you
Beef, yo ride wit you, that nigga cry wit you He is when my nine hits you
If he standing by wit you, his ass gonna die wit you
He dwelled wit 'em, so I shoot em he felt wit them
Tail split them, jail flipped 'em, empty my shells in 'em, they well hit 'em
Bullet jing wit bell in 'em Let my eternal spell get em
Watch em burn in hell wit em
My ammo, best chosen to take out my best opponent
guaranteed to rip your vest open and leave your flesh smoking
Yo vest open, wit blood to your chest swollen
I'm erect chokin, squeeze till yo neck broken
My gun, my clip, my bullet we all like rough
When I shoot you gonna fall like the season after summer
[Fatal]
I'm forced to step up, when death crep up
My diamonds shine for any kind that wanna try to get they rep' up
Two in place, hit em, get em, make em bounce for 'Pac and Yak
Amerikkkaz most wanted Now the feds wanna jock a lot
Nigga, this the Outlawz; ain't nobody holding us back
They cancel shows They knowing we explode on tracks
Abusive Come find the firearms for this new shit
Get thirty different names and get Kadafi, still can't do shit
I serve ya clique Ya Mack I got the urge to spit Ya never heard of this shit
Verbally I'm murderous
They broke us up and they broke us slanging coke like a loc'ster
I see death around the corner, with two nines in my holster
The cognac sipper big barrels by my zipper
And I ain't trying to miss ya when I'm tipsy of the liquor
I'm controversial, you overrated like Herschel I refuse to go commercial
They say patience is the virtue
I can't help if my squad up against all odds
After shows you get robbed, for my niggaz that died
I run ya town like Emmett, only 5 minute tenet
Outlaw general, I'm Makaveli lieutenant
War tactics
[Chorus]
[scratching]
"Collaborate with live niggaz"
"Ill Kid ready to wreck like.."
"Back to.. back.. back to.. back"
[Hook: Both]
Y'all cats don't want war with us
That's why y'all won't be on tour with us
Multiply then we come back with more of us
Back to back, reppin on this Primo track
[Mendoughza]
Uh, yo I, rep to death, hold the tec
With the left hand, wristband, shit man
Bout 26 grand, Brook to the L-Y-N
Duke you can, smell my scent, be holdin five percent
Home with niggaz that do old shit, always throw shit
Always bought and sold shit, dirty down low shit
Cock back and throw shit, kick down ya do' shit
Since ya never sold shit, real .44 shit
[Guru]
Pure kid, rock the sneaks with the Valor kid
The suit shit shit, with the girlies that be cute kid
Real life (?), emcees cry all the while
We street scholars, for every dollar we do or die
Line ya eyesight, explode like dynamite
More than kinda tight, we thugs that you love
Fuck the ones you kinda like
Put the tec to the exec, and get the contract signed tonight
We shinin bright
[Mendoughza]
I recall up in Canada, remember me my manager? (Yeah)
Flossin in that spot that featured Joe the Amateur (Uh-huh)
Niggaz jellin, bitches yellin (Yeah)
Hot enough to get a nigga cock swellin, weed was sellin
The dude was cross the room with the Rollie started flashin
Pointin at a nigga and his mans was crazy laughin
Lookin at Da Click in a cowardly fashion
Not knowin that we bout to start the rowdy blastin
[Guru]
Niggaz came with ski-mask and, tried to shake me up
But I ain't gon' let up till god Allah take me up
Chicks tried to throw hints, clean ya breath with no mints
Teach you bout the real nigga, cuz you punks got no sense
It's me, Baldhead and Mendough on the low
Used to carry lessons with the Smith and Wesson ya'know
Wanna act dumb, the outcome, will be drastic
Leave you spastic on CD, online, and on plastic
[Hook x2]
[scratching]
"Collaborate with live niggaz"
"Ill Kid ready to wreck like.."
"Back to.. back.. back to.. back"
"Back to.. back"
"Collaborate with live niggaz"
"Ill Kid ready to wreck like.."
"Back to.. back.. back to.. back"
[Hook x2: Guru]
Used to run with the older dudes
That's how I know the rules
Notice how these fools talk gats but can't hold the tool
What I know is true, I do what I'm supposed to do
Open you, you kids ain't sposed to speak till ya spoken to
[Tef]
Tell me what the fuck a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck
By the sight and the sound when the gun bust
Nigga tell me how to, fuck I know the smell of gunpowder
So well that when the shell spits sniffin it'll rouse ya
Why you send me like this to live a life with such malice
In the streets bound by the vows of marriage
To the game, I'm a hustler
Shellshocked from lettin the shells pop from the muffler
Get knocked, get bailed, with the bell heart just to touch ya
Fuck ya, I done paid all my dues in spades
and know the tools of the trade
Nigga fuck the police, I done spent life up in the streets
Ain't got plans for comin up in this peice
To give a nigga, every side of my struggle
To show y'all mothafuckas all the real ill shit they put a thug through
And they wonder why I let my pants hang, fuck with hoodrats
Cheap nigga and won't give up a God-damn thang
[Hook x2: Guru]
[Guru]
I sat by the door, but never call me a spoof
Go head and, call on ya troops, we'll have you callin a truce
I got here on pure guts, carve diamonds with pure cuts
Still the king of underground, you toilet tissue, pure butt
And just incase you wanna spread rumors
Me and Tef'll give you lead to the head tumors
Used to rock blue and red Pumas
I went to Farrakhan speak when I was 12 years old
He said, "Create your own job, know yourself, don't fold"
My uncle Clarence, rest in peace and do your music
For Giovanni, rest in peace, I hear guns in the Buick
Big Shug told me, "Boy you know we got talent"
I was always wylin, still iller than the most violent
From O.G. pimps, businessmen, to jazz niggaz
I learned how to, think past niggaz, and how to outclass niggaz
Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you
And I got love for you, but all that shit ain't nothin new
[Hook x2: Guru]
[Don Parmazhane]
This can only get old, swear to God I was born in the ghetto
Where fiends fight all night, dogs bite like pedal
Been on the streets and yo, I shoulda worked the hustle then left
Twenty years old, 100 G's on the set
Tell me how long, must I take this struggle
All I know is to hustle, livin in this never-endin struggle
Why, problem after problem, cope with one half then doubles
Blast with hot glocks and whoop nigga'z ass with knuckles
Fuck the hard times, protect the jewels that the dog mined
Niggaz get stupid, so my nines stay cocked at all times
Going to court, for assault with the chrome nine
You "bout it?" Now you in jail, you bout to hold mine
Feel like I been to Hell four times
Fightin with the mothafuckin demon, I can't see him cuz I'm so blind
He spoke to me, in a voice that was so calm
Said I was dead already, killed by my own kind
[Hook x2: Guru]
[Guru]
Yeah, I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots
Networkin like a conference cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Police shake me down, which gangsta movie you like? This is real trife
Real life -- wanna get ya shot in the game, and earn some real stripes
Just like Feds magazine you couldn't imagine the battered scene
You get shot up by little niggaz wearin gabberdeans(?)
I'm tired of lookin like Malcolm, in the window though
Unpack the strap, Baldhead Slick smokin indo yo
I'm not gonna speak on the personal, street business
As long as Moe and King keep witness, it's Sunzu Part 2
Bring your guards too, never knew the depth of my crew
Although I'm God-body, Baldhead Slick used to be a nobody
Niggaz didn't know that my crew's thick
[Killa Kaine]
Aiyyo we killa hungry, I turn food back guerilla monkey
Once I do that, nobody ain't healin and comfy
I make niggaz come out the rugbies
Talk shit, I'll kill ya company
Your for that jake, take my head I'll fake my death
They wanna kill me cuz they hate my strength
That's why they vote when I raise the M
and let go, hollow fights from Expo
Hear my tec blow, my tec blow electro
Thou which is set pose, these streets is Death Row
One through ya neckbone, jerk back ya headphone
Nigga pop to that, you talk heat, hope you got the gat
Who can amount to this? Sit back and pour a ounce of Cris'
Bump a ounce to this, watch the bouncer get
testamentic, wild out, we gon' press ya district
Sign out, or pull ya nines out and test ya biscuits
Ain't no talkin once ya head is twisted (son)
Ain't no talkin once ya head is twisted
[Chorus x2: Guru]
I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots
Networkin like a conference, cuz the nonsense it yet to stop
Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down
Break it down {*gunshot*} blaow, all they heard was the sound
[Mr. Moe]
Fuck rappin bout hamburgers
I'ma rap about murders, flippin work, and thirty burners
The only thing cookin on the stove, is crack in the pot
We flip pies like Jack In The Box
My .44 be blastin the cops, I mastered the block
My cousin's a NARC, said sleep in the day, come out when it's dark
Niggaz'll test ya heart - Black Rhinos rip a vest apart
Anybody doubt, fuck it we knockin 'em out
Trinidad style with a body-shot, loud like when a Rotti' bark
Cold John Gotti heart
Can't be broke, ain't no joke, yes I smoke, wooden 'dro
Five oh-oh, summer '99, I seen the snow
Fuck the DEA and CEO - it's sour dough nigga, Mr. Moe nigga...
[Guru] Collectin props, collectin props
[Pete Powers]
I throw punk niggaz through cement walls, and break sheetrock
Compound sound before the beat drop -- beat break
I shake shit like Japanese earthquakes
Thunderstorm, sweaty palms, grab firearms
Blisters on my soles, runnin on hot coals from po-po
Ya faced-off, get scraped off my windshield, I been healed
Rapped up in my turban, green colored Suburban
Bleach fuck a detergent...
I whip ass and kick ass and clear paths with blowtorches
Burn down fortresses, and crack foreheads like porcelain
I got a habit for the beef
Put ya soul on a hole of the earth where it's mad deep
Don't let that coal burn ya back
My name is Pete Power, burn ya gat
The devil made me mad, tell him to send me a kite
and I'ma send one back with autographs from murder fans...
[Chorus fading out]
Yeah... ain't nuttin sweet in these streets...
Everyday it's a never-ending saga...
[Chorus x2: Guru]
It's a never-ending saga, the drama, the block's hotter than lava
See the stress in the eyes of my mama
She don't wanna hear about me gettin put in a cage
Still I keep so much heat, have you shook and amazed
[Guru]
It's like this everyday hustle got me stifled
It's like all I think about is cocking pistols and rifles
All I do all day is smoke weed and drink
Look at my icey grill in the mirror and then I spit in the sink
Got to flip more dough, got to pull another heist
May not have the biggest rep, but you could say this brother's nice
Twice the cops came by my crib, askin questions
About some shit that happened, that nobody wants to mention
I'd rather take my own life then live as a snitch
I pray to God but sometimes, he don't grant my wish
I wanna get out of here, and lace my chick with some Prada gear
Push a fat whip and own a big house somewhere
I can't sleep, I'm thinkin about my next caper
I gotta figure out a way that I can make the best paper
I got a son, and yo I'm still mad young
Everyday I'm on the Ave. with my niggaz totin mad guns
[Lae-D Trigga]
Everyday's a different struggle, different sets and tecs
Tryna make my dollars double, so who's next to flex
Hollow points wet like sets, got the Ill-X connect
Niggaz be hatin when you takin, tryna hold ya breath
They wanna mold ya death and lay you where the seas rest
For a chain and ya watch, you bound to get yourself popped
Have ya brains lookin "Sloppy" like "Joe"
Runnin and breathin like whoa
This game the illest if ya know when to fold
Dramatic incidence, keep the witnesses, bickerin
Chickens is sickenin, fuckin cats that own businesses
Voices and visions leave a stain in my mind
So I explain it in rhymes
Bullets and slums keep this dame in her prime
Undercovers wanna lock me up, niggaz wanna knock me up
Spend my cheddar like they got me stuck
I change ya frame from weak to dust, after I heat ya up
Automatics, skee that meat and trucks
Livin is crazy if you got no luck, worse if you got no bucks
You gotta take, all you can or get fucked
You gotta space all ya mans and get buck
The hood you live in is tough
Feels like the whole damn world gone corrupt
That's why I drink the veins, anything to ease the fuckin pain
Let it reign in my heart on this dirt stain, it hurt mayne
[Guru] Ghetto dreams... callin mad schemes... that's right
[Chorus x2]
[Bless]
I heard life was a test, learned life was a mess
Ya blaze cess, escape stress from one day to the next
Right or left, in this maze that ends in death
I'm alive but need rest, progress in three steps
With every step or breath, I seem to digest so much shit
to get off my chest, born and restless
I, sit at my desk, 9 to 5 at best
The rest collect checks to waste on lotto bets
Forty bottles wet and cigarettes, adress to ad-ress
Places, faces with sadness, cats depressed
Through all the madness, I managed
To be blessed with a sense to know dough don't measure success
Cuz even though money is power, it ain't always respect
Live my life with no regrets, all these heads know the deal
I re-fuse to move, unless I'm doin what I feel
the true meaning of real, not the gat that you conceal
Cracks ya sell, bitches ya mack, and caps ya peel
Try to match my skill, attack ya grill, perhaps I will
Sit back and chill, you shoulda known that I'm ill...
[Chorus x2]
That's right, Boston
Yeah, Boston niggas be rollin' dolo from state to stae
It's nothing, we do this
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin' Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Guru]
Yo, jealousy can kill so I test my skill
Any pomp I can romp and stomp at will
Now as I gets my thrill it's like my daily drill
You spill raps and in (?) I've been made to ill
You can't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers and the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I regulate ya' obliterate ya'
Erase your obsolete weak cheap data
[ED O.G.]
It's this hip-hop art I stay true to, crack brew to
I fuck your girl a lot better than you do
The type of lyrics I spit will never fail you
Battle you online, type a letter forward it then email you
Take you off the track and de-rail you
Get the hell out my face don't want to be near you
Don't want your snippets hate your album or your headshots
It's ED O.G. in the black-fitted Red Sox
Thuggin' the streets but you soft at home
You got skills off the dome?
I'm a off your dome
This is a battlefield, no time for screaming and yelling
You get smacked in the face use your ice for the swelling
Besides the records I'm selling
My momma' raised no felon
On the hunt like Helen
For whack rappers who's jellin'
This is drama not a kitty show
You want to get fucked up
Like the low-budget video
I know a lot of time's passed
The ED O.G. is still here and ya'll still half-ass
[Chorus]
{Ya'll still half ass}
{Ya'll half-ass rappers}
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin' Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Big Shug]
It's the return of the mouth-musher, skull-crusher
Pack myself with two nines and (?)
That nigga all day beating down suckers
Sporting the game making it get more rougher
The face-puncher the hot-cruncher
The have it with gods for the law out-to-luncher
The seven-thirty, know I'm more than a sick man
The streets raised this wild ass nigga from "Murderpan"
The real rapper the pimp-slapper
The put on the socks with your suit and stay dapper
Whoa, the chump-choker the backwood tree smoker
Stash the gats in the sofa it's all over
One life to live and that's that
I keep my lyrics heavily packed and cocked back
I'll smash you right in your fucking face black
I'm the realest nigga what you know about that
I'm a let my skills shine like brand new chrome
And tell them son-niggas you run with that daddy's home
I roll dolo from state to state it feels great
And in two thousand get on the stage and demonstrate
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin' Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Guru]
No holds barred I'm going all out
I don't think your for real I think your all mouth
So bust one for my dogs locked down
And for my real rap lovers know I got it locked down
Untill your blocked down, punks get beat down
You can't rock a party take a seat you clown
I frown upon scavengers and wannabe's
Commit atrocities upon MC's who think they heart is mean
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin' Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Krumbsnatcha]
Smokey gray Lexus, diamond necklace
We livin' wreckless and die for these inspectors
The four pounders, cock the name on you out-of-towners
And what, henne' filled cups peep the diamond cut
Ice, paradise, living in the thug life
Married to the game fuck a lame diggin' out your wife
Loving all these block wars do shit that's uncalled for
Make money in your spot get it locked, shoot down four
For all your ghetto revenues
Spraying through any avenue
Running I'll be grabbing you
Hog-tied and smacking you
With heaters on purpose
Hold you hostage like you was Turkish
And your pussy ass elevated gut it down your worthless
These thoughts is vivid and we talk if you live it
Rappers brag about a town but don't get respect in it
Ain't a damn shame, whats thats man's name
That got a flame to his nut
Clearing out his spot with a rusted hook
Trust me it's not this entertainment
Ask the judges that face me on the arrangement
Plus I came with, hundreds of niggas that think the same
The plastic hotter than acid to melt the brain
You know the rest man
Yeah (New York, New York)
Time to get up in that hit-ass (Brooklyn)
Uh, the rap savior (representin' kid)
Ill behavior (let's break it down)
[Chorus]
This one is for the thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters
I kill rappers on a reg 'cause it's my job to
Seperate the real from the fake
So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate
Your raps get bombarded
Allow our ??? don't disregard it
Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded?
All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed
As a young juvenille I started
Learnin' from some older dudes
From the pimps to stick-up men
And back then you had to know the rules
The peer pressure it can get you
Knocked and locked-up
Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher
[Chorus]
Peep the melody
Brooklyn is deeper than a felony
Raps are full of violence
Who wanna challenge
'Cause Kai rep
Whatever Kai choose to kick
A man's child from the Nile
Look at my style ain't it raw?
But too mature to be labeled wild
Ain't nothing fake I create
I don't tolerate static
My brain'll cause drama like an automatic
So bang, I'm living large like a king
The ???
I'm drinking pure mathematics
With the power ???
I ??? my knowledge as a ???
Plus I'm invisible
And I apply by using my third Eye
Stimulation and high off the lie
And better yet, I'm a vet
As I manifest, wise words from my breath
And my wisdom'll flow until my dyin' day of death
With topics and subjects to every aspect
I bless the mic with intellect
Don't pay attention you'll get stuck
You're straight outta luck
'Cause niggas been beamin' you
And they schemin' for fast bucks
While chickenheads be awe-struck
By the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don't give a fuck
It's systematic when flippin' dough like acrobatics
Fiends and addicts gettin' served by green fanatics
It's savage, Jake's more corrupt than we are
In the alley behind the bar
Bringin' product from Panama and Bogota
Rulin' the game superior
The crime biz: the way it is in America
I'm killin' rappers like I've gone mad
My heat is righteous
Too many brothers have gone bad
At times I lay in my bed holdin' my head smokin' weed
Like a dred drinkin' liquor for dough
Askin' myself one question (Yo, what's that, huh?)
Why adolescents gotta get murdered to learn a lesson?
Stay on point with the joint in my ???
'Cause ain't no tellin' us when slugs might touch my chest
Feelin' like I'm blessed
Livin' life by the day, Monday through Sunday
Involved in gunplay, it's like a warzone
That's why I think with the chrome
And hold my own, but never walkin' these streets alone
It's like I'm walkin' on top of high heat
With no shoes on my feet
Watchin' the flames get higher as the gun shots fire
[Chorus]
I'm supposed to give up guns 'til my probation is done
Still I'm waitin' for son to bring the three-eight long one
They try to deny what's happenin' to us
But nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bust
Let's discuss what would you do
If you're confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-two
Plenty of us go through this syndrome
It's better to fight than die poor and alone
The mob guys be gettin' loot for protection
They live and die for their profession
[Chorus]
Yeah, we doin' it low budget environment style
It's like walkin' through the ghetto when they feelin' is fine
Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh
Yeah, East New York Style
[Chorus]
[short movie sample]
[Chorus: Guru]
We got underground connections, the best ones
No stress son, come test son, you'll get done
When you be stickin out your chest son
Underground connections, the best ones
Come test son, you'll get done
So don't be stickin out your chest son
[Ice-T]
So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again
Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM
Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps
Done spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heated
Never had a bitch on yo' dick kid, though I know you need it
Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amount
And kid them extra bitches in your video don't count
I never lied on a record, I put that on my son
If my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongue
Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya can't run far
My riders know where the little and the big cribs are
It ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got it
It ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it
I'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a record
Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid
With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga"
"Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga"
If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the hole
Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold
Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do's
Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's
[Chorus]
[Sonny Blade]
Yo, yo
As far as it go, fuck with fams, it's kilos to grams
The circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to plan
This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit
Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit
Thinkin I'm Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit
Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips
For those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky
I bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want it
Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthy
Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me
Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoever's closest
I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait
Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate
You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now
Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days
I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze
[Chorus]
[Older Don]
Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots
Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop
Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock
And I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get it
Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it
So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown
Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome
Freaked off, like the illest porn
Pour heat, quick to swarm
We can get it on from dusk 'til dawn
Flows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb
See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta...
[Chorus]
[Guru]
Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reign
Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain
Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains
Still get third degree burns from the severe flames
Ain't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop
While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot
Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block
Cuz some of y'all are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot
Cuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'all
And it ain't just because I know more killers than y'all
But because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawl
See me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-hearted
Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at?
Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept
Let's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to get
Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks
From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest
With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec
Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets
Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes
[Chorus]
Straight like that... ha
Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz
Underground Connections baby...
[Guru]
Yo fuck the kiddy crap, I did that stupid shit already jack
Many rapper talk about how they come strapped with plenty gats
And how they, were sellin many cracks
I take my belt off and give 'em a hundred-twenty whacks
So many act, so I treat 'em like my sons
And nowadays you got frail niggaz frontin trife with guns
But I'm the chief like Beanie, none of y'all can see me
Cause my family ties go as deep as Genovese
Baldhead to the S-L-I-C-K
Wanna rhyme, take a ride down my freeway
Peace to all the PJ's and all the DJ's
My word are like multitude so keep my shit on replay
He say, she say, niggaz know I'm the man
Leavin emcees depressed, tryna find a new plan
And few can ever measure up to these standards
The name is Baldhead Slick and yo, this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts]
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Subtractin others rappers... who lack..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
[Guru]
One of the first real niggaz, to ever rock a baldie
Slick Daddy; that's what my ladies like to call me
Trained in combat, still smooth in approach
Live from first class, while you snooze in coach
Coppin cruiser boats, so I can rule the coast
Any altercation, our peeps and do a toast
I go from rockin Timberlands, to wearin Gucci boots
Never chasin a silly bitch, even if the groupie's cute
I'm stakin my claim, breakin you lames
I'll choke you out into submission, you ain't takin a bang
Fuck it, I'm takin the blame for straight shakin you up
Wakin you up, that doo-rag ain't makin you tough
Honestly you suck, like an infant on titties
Like kamikaze fighter planes, I bomb your city
Call me gritty, plus I'm spittin at random
Bitch I'm Baldhead Slick, and yeah this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts]
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Subtractin others rappers... who lack..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
[Guru]
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
All praises due, if ya know what I mean
I know what I've seen, so many folks broke with no CREAM
Bust out my own joints, so stop sellin me dreams
Stop tellin my lies, doing the work of Yaku
I'm diligent and militant and I'm gonna stop you
Drop you - right where ya standin
Son I'm Baldhead Slick and this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts]
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Subtractin others rappers... who lack..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..."
"It's the gifted, prolific one..."
"Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
[Guru]
It's...
Chorus:]
[Guru] The good, the bad.
[MC Solaar] Le bien, le mal.
[Guru] The good, the bad.
[MC Solaar] Le bien, le mal.
[MC Solaar]
Il etait vraissemblable que tous les faux semblants
De la farce humanitaire aboutirait au use I'm fed up.
ui tend le microphone, se nomme Solaar.
ru.
l rule without a doubt.
l'avance, en prenant du recul,
ad.
I'm like your mentor, and this is for your benefit,
so hear the noise, cause the rude boys ain't havin' it.
It's...
[Chorus:]
[MC Solaar]
En prophete de la fete,
je suis contre ceux qui fetent la defaite de la fete.
Alors faites, attention, cette recette,
intercepte [de l'adepte] trouble fete,
et l,
Louche, Blackjack, The Mack, Terry, Ramses, The City Emcees,
[...], Men at Large, Strife, Regious, Bouillabase, Le [...]
[...] and their whole entire crew
You know what I'm sayin'?
Taking no shorts in 1993.
Peace, it's the good and the bad, and I'm out,
[Intro: Timbo King]
Yo.. +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+
+In Here+, yo, yo...
[Chorus 1: Timbo King]
You can smoke +In Here+, get loc'd +In Here+
Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+
Fucky fucky, bitches sellin' ass +In Here+
Got all my niggas up +In Here+
[Timbo King]
Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogs
Watered down Naia shit, Niagara Falls
The nut buster, bust nuts at bitches' walls
Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys
The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home
Picture my son _Home Alone_, I'm spittin' fome on a cordless phone
My valium's high, Dark Denim's on, you can ask Karl Kani
Attract urban cells, Colt .45 shells
Shotti shells, seashells in Fort Lauderdale
I love hella right, always smellin' right
Equester you my shit, fuck an express overnight
I'm from Poverty-ville, probably will
Cuz the prob' remain nothin', that's all, my revolver still
kick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick back
Used to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-pack
of crills, who you know could back a deal
quicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"?
Murder one, catch a body off of self-defence
My mic rinse be my evidence
Yo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, what's my hood?
Y'all too easy to break, like plywood
Get high, Mr. Magic fly Tai wood
It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good
It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes*}
[Chorus 2: all]
You can ill +In Here+, we can build +In Here+
We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+
You can drink +In Here+, who you think's +In Here+?
God body with the shottis, when you blink, we're here
[Killah Priest]
Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin'
Forever burnin' in the furnace of afflication
Overdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the system
will suck the blood of the victims
Sacreligious, savage trapped in prison
Adapt the wisdom, they sit back and listen
to the old-timers, the beast out the clothes liners
Bullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ers
The nine'll find ya, in the line of fire
Skies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghost
Drag you through the holes, spit out blue fire
My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars
Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke
Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts
I spaz out when my spirit recharge like a volt
Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*}
[Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick]
From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whips
Spit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the Olympics
For heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hour
Allah reps power, one of these fours'll give you lead showers
Faint whispers of hoes schemin' to dis-robe your clothes
Catch you for your platinum, if not, for your white gold
It's all about the code that we were taught to behold
Although the world may be rugged, fuck it, we're thuggin' to soul
Whether it's straight rapin' a hoe to straight makin' the dough
It ain't worth it if you can interpret, yo
Understandin', calls for the best plannin'
Son just copped the best cannons, so y'all best throw ya hand in
Standin' on the mountain top like Martin Luther
Rap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab Judah
The promised land, here, ain't nuttin' promised, man
Just know how to tell a thief from an honest man
[Black Jesus]
For the love of the link I spit in your face
Gimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tape
See we kill for pleasure, you war veter's and I hate your guts
In any weather we can get it on and fuck you up
Livin' it up, you got big guns, enough jewels
Had ass before the cash, y'all niggas playin' the fool
Breakin' the rules, I put you where the sun don't shine
Buried alive, my nines make a walnut rhyme
Feelin' me, son? We all about revealin' the gun
Acknowledge the God and know this ain't no one-on-one
It's us on y'all, you posin' wit ya back on the wall
Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls
Can you picture bein' food for the worms, gaspin' for air?
You learned the hard way, not to come unprepared
See we sacrifice the weak, don't speak unless you spoken to
Evaluate your life, dog, cuz your blood'll merk you
[Chorus 2]
[Hook: Timbo King (all)]
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)
Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+
[Chorus 1]
[Hook]
[Guru talking]
Yeah, heh-heh, it's time y'all..
It's yours truly in the house, you know me
Baldhead Slick, that's right
That nigga who been puttin it down for years
Spittin fire
That's right, holdin it down in the streets
Fuck the industry bullshit
Switchin up from sweatsuits and kicks, to gators and slacks
Spittin nothin but pure facts,
Plus I got my clip with me this time
and we aimin at your head punk
Ill Kid Records, New Milliennium duckets
Snatchin the cheese from right under you rats noses
[samples]
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
"When the mic's within my reach..."
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"
[Guru]
Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure helps
I keep it tight like army boots, to ensure wealth
I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme
Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime
Alotta these punks, they all sound the same
They all sound lame, fakin like they down with the game
Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie Hale
I leave 'em slumped, and they body dumped over the rail
Show me respect, then cut me a fat check
You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet
Wet behind the ears while I been spittin darts for years
Don't make me embarass you in front of your so-called peers
Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirtface
Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the worst place
And that's when I, attack your fears
Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here
[Chorus]
It's me little homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin off and it's thanks to me
Have the check in the mail to the bank for me
Flagrant chief, cuz that's how my behavior be
It's me gettin stocks and bonds, runnin with lots of dons
Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps carry lots of arms
Where's our money? Where's our money?
[samples]
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
"When the mic's within my reach..."
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"
[Guru]
For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse
You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for tryna floss
I don't give a fuck if you think you're the man
You think I give a damn? You better think of a plan
I come through, like gangbusters to bang and crush ya
Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas
One phone call, death to you all
Picture me scuffin up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl
Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for real
Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or feel
For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole staff
Have you lookin funny as hell, but I won't laugh
It's gettin overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames
Who kick phony lip, with their wack names
I'm so and so, I'm this and that
You get dissed and smacked, while I counterfeit your stacks
[Chorus]
[samples]
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
"When the mic's within my reach..."
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
"When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that..."
[singing in background]
[talking]
B-Slick... Guru...
[Chorus x2: Smitty]
How you gon' be a killa with no shells in them tecs
You sellin dreams when you sell a cassette, and miss
Beef like delicatess', I'm Elliot Ness, it's a mess
When I tele-connect, it hits
[Guru]
Nigga, yo your pussy 'round my format bitch is mad masculine
I have to win, down in the basement with my clownies, I'm blastin it
Thoughts travel past you and,
I cock back, release the speech and travel faster than
a bullet in flight, I ignite the fight
What's the purpose of the black against black or black against white
But whatever color you are, we off you quick fast punk
If you ain't actin right - so pay homage while we make the farmage
I mean far-mage - hungry like there's no food in my sto-mach
I've done it son, did it son, spit it son, I'm wit it son
Admit it son, lemme find out you kinda timid son
I didn't run, like I told you in "DWYCK"
I'm holdin my shit, other hand holdin my dick
Protectin the fort with all sorts of gats
and all sorts of hot pipes and banana clips, I stand equipped
[Chorus x2]
[Smitty]
Yo, how can I put it kid, as plain as can be
Ain't no braggin, just imagine, what pain it can be
Let's get it on and get this shit resolved, amigably(?)
If it's on you good as gone kid, I'm sayin if it's me
I'll undress a nigga, to a lesser figga
Gotta press a trigga (BLAOW!!) ain't messin witcha
Call shots and end the game early
At the end of the day, playa you blame-worthy
The method I use to freak it, I use it frequent
to "Scare" you "Straight" like first offenders and juvenile dilinquents
When I, talk that talk, I walk that walk amigo
It's confidence, you probably think it's a hell of an ego
Cats is askin, whose feet are you walkin in?
The multi-millionaires with mass media marketin
Displayed in a major way, my pager say, I'm bout to get paid today
Now make way
[Chorus x2]
[short singing]
[Chorus]
[raining in background]
Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone)
Left Gunn.. Left Gunn
Baldhead Slick..
[Steve Stone]
Yo
You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover
But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over
You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya
Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer
I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh
If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress
If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test
But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S
I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast
Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it
Can you cats say that shit and really mean it?
I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated
Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are
Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star
My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar
Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are
[Left Gunn]
Yo, goin from broke
Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats
At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float
Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do'
Movie screen with the voice-activated remote
See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke
Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat"
Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough
Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht
Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not
Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot
Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues
and rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons
See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit
Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit
"Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute
Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots
Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin they Cris'
And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks
I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list
And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes
I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes
And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos
[Hook: All]
Yo this one's for my niggaz comin up, what the fuck?
Pull them niggaz out they truck, and tell em to give it up
Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up
Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up
[Guru]
Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town
Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now
I do my thing bitch, way past chains and rings bitch
Time to real dough, time for you to sing bitch
Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over
Your Willy status, and success and fame's over
Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the god
Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn
Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong
And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song
Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout
Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out
Tri-state niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear
Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear
Fuck the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers
Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears
[Kreem.com]
I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe
Get it to some gangsta shit, watch em clap then he fold
Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase
I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face
I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's
So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face
I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block
In my hood, fuck runnin nigga cuz we tustle with cops
Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize
Spit raps on how to survive on family ties
Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it
Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit
Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit
Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through
Nigga what? I don't care if you in the tux
I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up
[Hook x2: All]
[Guru]
Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum
Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them
Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare
While I lounge round town in expensive gear
Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack
B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes
While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose
On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites
Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me
And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be
Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me
I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes
I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap
Make you wonder where I hid my gat
Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation
I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations
Stay outta my face son
[Hook]
In my world.. you ain't got no place son
Stay out of my face son
Stay out of my face son
In my world.. you ain't got no place son
Stay out of my face son
Stay out of my face
[Big Shug]
I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough
Slap up haters, who diss the flow
Gold-diggers only get the toe..
up they booty hole when they outta control
For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face
In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place
Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes
I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck
I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat
I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet
Sucka nigga park my car valet
And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet
I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet
And they sweat like I play for the Jets
Am I the best? It's hard to tell
Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell
To get the cream, and get the fame
Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame
What's the game? To win this shit at all costs
I got what it takes to be the underground boss
[Hook]
[Hannibal Stax]
Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel
You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples
You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you
I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect
I'm heat, you wet
I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next
I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite
Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it
Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual
We maximize, congregatin with alibies
From righteous to criminal,
just to make your life a tidbit more miserable
So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you
I feel for you, and this is all in your mind
If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear
Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws
and get to drillin you just because
You thought it wasn't when it was love
Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you
[Hook]
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Tere Bina Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajna
Tere Bina Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajna
Rookhi Re Oh Rookhi Re, Kaatu re Kate Katena
Tere Bina Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajna
Tere Bina Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajna Ho.
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Naa Jaa Chaakri Kaa Maare
Naa Jaa Souten Pukaare
Saawan Aeyega Toh Poochegaa
Naa Jaa Re
Pheeki Pheeki Beswaadhi Yeh Ratiyaan
Kaatu re Kate Naa Kate Naa
Ab Tere Binaa Sajnaa Sajnaa
Kaate Kate Naa
Katenaa Katenaa Tere Binaa
Tere Binaa Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajnaa Ho
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Tere Binaa
Tere Binaa Chaand Kaa Sonaa Khotaa Re
Peeli Peeli Dhool Undaawe Jhootaa Re
Tere Binaa Sonaa Peetal
Tere Sang Keekar Peepal
Aaja Kate naa Ratiyaan
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Tere Binaa Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajnaa
Tere Binaa Beswaadi Beswaadi Ratiyaan, Oh Sajnaa Oh
Rukhi Re Rukhire Kaatu re Kate naa
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dara Mast Mast
Dara Dum Dara Dum Dum
Oh Hum Dum Bin Tere Kyaa Jeenaa
Yo my girl's heated
'Cause I told her I was busy workin' and I couldn't talk
I told her I'd call her back later and she still got mad
That was all I said, word up
Why she buggin' if I promised that I'd call her back
Of course I'm honest plus I'm keepin' things all intact
I be stressed out baby, sometimes on my grind
And on my mind is a paperchase with minimal time
She should know how it goes, I'm still into her
I got feelings for her, I been caring for her
But really though, I mean she ought to know the ideally yo
Especially if I'm in a meeting or out shooting a video
I love her yo but I'm just doin' my job
Ain't no need for confusion what I'm doin' is hard
I'm the type of man with a serious type of plan
I'm calmer, no drama, no need for gettin' hyper
And upset with me because I'm busy a lot
And if I could you know I would bring her with me a lot
Ain't nuttin' wrong, word is bond, it's all in her head
I was handling some business and that's all I said
All I said, I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby, don't be so upset
I'll call you later, is all I said
I'm confessin' no question, yeah I chill with my boys
Still she gotta keep it real, either build or destroy
This is deep right here, she completes my square
Without a doubt, if she needs, I'ma be right there
This world is crazy, she's supposed to help me stay sane
Supposed to help with the pain, supposed to help me maintain
And quote this, I'm focused on the dreams we share
I got her all up in my mix, so it means I care
This job of mine goes on and on, twenty-four hours a day
And with trust we can win in a powerful way
When I get home, I'm gonna love her down
I'll be like Teddy, get some hot oils and rub her down
I know she's bored, feels ignored, all by herself alone
And she hates it when I turn off my cell phone
But it's alright, don't wanna fight, it's all in her head
I was takin' care of business and that's all I said
All I said, I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby, don't be so upset
I'll call you later, is all I said
Baby, when you're speakin' like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine, I'll crush you
Baby, when you're speakin' like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine, I'll crush you
I think we are ready
We're ready as we'll ever be, girl your love is heavenly
What we gonna do now?
We gon' do what we gotta do, I wanna see a lot of you
Just you keep it steady
I'm steady and secure you couldn't ask for more
C'mon let's work it out, aight
Just don't hurt me now, nah baby
All I said, I'll call you later
Sometimes, I forget
I love you baby, don't be so upset
I'll call you later, is all I said
Baby, when you're speakin' like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine, I'll crush you
Baby, when you're speakin' like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold on to my spine, I'll crush you
(I love you, baby)
All, I, said
(All I said, I forget)
I love you baby don't be so upset
(So mad)
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker
You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor
Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
You 'bout to meet your true savior
We emcees approach with slang that's dead
There's no surviving, there's no surviving
We hit then we slidin' off, we in the wind ridin' off
Poppin' off, you wack cats will be droppin' off
Like flies, so recognize this priceless, niceness, preciseness
No likeness, no ice, just the right shit
Yeah the rawness and still gleam in ya grill like we're flawless
It's pimpish, like I just knocked the right bitch
I ain't send shit to you, 'cuz youse a trife snitch
Too high-pitched, you're like a chick, you're cowardly
Forced to take this ass-whoopin' hourly
And minute by minute, shit, we gon' make you quit it
For you into early retirement when the iron spit
Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies
Guess what? You're in a lot of trouble you guys
What's going on here is worse than your worst fear
'Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse or a hearse here
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker
You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor
Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
You 'bout to meet your true savior
Now get this, bet this, I'm after the lootchie
It don't make you a G, just 'cuz you wear ya pants loosely
Your straight goofy, word to my old coofy
Couldn't do me nothin' son, I know the movie
And you can run till ya heart beats through ya chest
You wanna tustle, then do ya best
But I don't like to mess up my clothes or get my hands dirty
I'ma give the job to my man, you know, he stands worthy
Like James with the Jesse in the front
But don't let him sip the Henny, don't let him hit the blunt
Whatchu want? Someplace where you can seek refuge?
Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes
That's done it, did it, plus niggaz got kids and shit
Put you under pressure, make you forfeit
What's going on here is worse than your worst fear
Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse or a hearse here
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker
You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor
Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
You 'bout to meet your true savior
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker
You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor
Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
You 'bout to meet your true savior
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