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First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I LIKE the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
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First, they dropped the bomb
Then came the disease Then death This our world Your world, my world I like this world! Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks Catch a close up your snot box, broke up Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, yhey foul New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW! Another underboss pull a doublecross Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will) Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to the core These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) They schemin and I-Beam'n Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder At war with them inner demons, it's goin down Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way for birth of a Generation, X Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat to the air waves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family, cause they mine See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck When they best, best to give it up, perfect world Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages Of filth, fine filth flavors Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes Right before his eyes, then he passes While the 666 got more tricks Than the PD's got bricks From bloods and crips To pips with mints We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Uhh.. the children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies! |
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| 4:14 |
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All the children come into the light...
Sample of "Bright Tomorrow" There will be... Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come emcees, fake shit and all! On top I be the show shot The bomb drop After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens Time stop, flyin' guillotines Commin for your flock What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? Black out and thought I seen pop Lazer beam glock Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? They got some nerve To even try and shit a turd On John J, flap a nigga gate With the wordplay Hot Nik shoot you with the gift Its your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin at your door In the Big Apple Meth rotton to the core Shackle, in the sound castle The doungeon, with vermin In the form of emcees determined To step foot on God soil Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled And heavy handed The aliens they just landed And you in the way Overthrow these niggas planet Independance Day Felons, get split melons Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets Insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side I'll never die Who ya know with a flow like this? Bring em in What clan you know blow like this? Bring em in Take that nigga that nigga There will be... The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth foul in this earth You can't fake plannin' from the Mack Control Theories? Mack Control Theories Murder in the first bring'em back down to Earth back down to Earth You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! prepare for the worst Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now Hit the standin' brain? now Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now Snake vs the Crane Style Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one The centipede, trouble some Send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one Time for your crooked mind Drunk off of cheap wine Son I'm in the street crime Every word, every line Got juice very fine Turn me loose on mankind Detionate the land mine Funk gets me goin' now Never sell, never sold Live by the code now Never tell, never told Darts I throw Like Clyde with the finger roll Clut shots an what not This is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee Wu-Tang killa bee The bee high facility In love with the blunt smoke Even though its killin me Bad vibes fillin me With thoughts of conspiricy White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary Too hot to handle Well put together to dismantle Fucka, you heard me? Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me If you don't know, you never know me Boost the birdie Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine Highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass waitin' for shit to just happen Shit just don't happen Gon' fuck around a miss a buck If you take away the negative, make room for the positve Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real Niggas betta learn they math Cause if my calculations serve me Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit I'm on yo ass nigga |
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[Featuring Street Life] [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now Its goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on come on HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard its a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldnt save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nothin please Big boys dont destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a Thats what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment its real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you dont want it then dont start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life thats the life Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck |
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Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what? Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts" |
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Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what? Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts" |
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I'm the bastard the total
package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum Foul play year T2000 be judgement day Face millenium hell to pay My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law? Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit? These niggaz actin like they been through it As if the hardcore to the truest I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis Set in my ways.. got you corny niggaz askin who is .. JOHNNY BLAZE Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass Now you sufferin like succotash while Johnny Cash is makin moves on your moneybags im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass my verbal bucket in the background holdin me down watching these clowns as they eyeballin all day in the mind Gettin high y'all Put it on the skyfold the nite troll Rap infected get the LYSOL to disinfect it You don't know me or my fuckin Method That's the shit that made me tip when I wrote a pitch how many leech it Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill Now Borne jungle nils one more game hit me with that shit they be smokin.. got cali niggaz loc'in new york niggaz open John Hay phenomenon the megabomb Transformed in a firearm like Megatron Youget stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm knowin brothers wanna do me harm Shaolin whylen what .. punks |
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Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome To all those posin a threat If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper Breathin death on my shoulder Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over) Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon for Ducks and my pen's bleedin Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin when you start me, John Jay Pullin your card, mayday mayday Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light Say what you like, just spell my name right No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know |
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Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome-acap |
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| 4:53 |
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas all hail me, the good the bag the ugily the money's around your way, lovely where for art thou Meth-tical god-child I pack a smile like crocidile profile can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now spin around let your whole crown man down, man down I live by the street code never old never love a hoe, never flash the dough cause you never know who friend or foe got block control solid gold thought before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole never snitch switch which keep a fresh pair of kicks split the tongue snatch the weed in case the cops wanna strip search think first prepare for the worst when you do dirt remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst No doubt dummy out bets pull the money out niggas walk a funny route this is what its all about? young guns and dum-dums slum bums and sons askin' niggas where they come from get him for his one, um sunshine, its crunch time stranded on the front line ducking from the one-time niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha make this one the anthem ring around the rosie pocket full of Grants, uh Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug sucker for love catch a slug, nigga [Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Carry your eyes and avoid spots cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?) time what you got's mine we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine heavy on the street talk cut your life support short never had no love for you so there is no love lost strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed hands off I run with the torch [Method Man] They got me fed up from the head up put up or shut up on stage in them shiny get-up these niggas is funny energizer bunny actors they hustle backwards son I think they gay rappers say word, drop some stature dog splash ya, party crash ya the spell casta heard the same before and after its over flood get your brain end the game, done its over end of the line out of time bitch its over on the wrong street with no heat he was sober we soldiers somebody should've told yaMillion dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug sucker for love catching slugs nigga Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow With the W burning through your flesh verbally possesed never second guess blow minds like David Koresh fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked Microphone is in a choke hold losin' control bringing drama by the boatload it takes drama in the pillage now of cappadonna my split persona hit their village and their baby mama y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy before its over you should keep your chain tucked in and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin now lay it down Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love |
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Come on come on
Take it back take it back 70's style style I'll do, anything All y'all old school Studio 54ers That's, my, word! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything That's, my, word! O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein Dominant supreme being, face the mental Deep concentration break the point on a pencil Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? Shit that I been through is cause for parental discretions no question my Westside Connections L.A. Confidential, world don't stop less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it? Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, til I'm old and decayed I'm commited; look ma, we did it Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin Thank God it's Friday! Show a nigga love If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground call him mud, when I flood the airwaves Household and stairways rainy days Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends If I got twenty, my brother get ten Now let the madness begin motherfuckers! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything anything anything anything There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. Yo, yo, yo! We got love for those with love for us Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe for them Dead Presidents Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom Respect mine, take my time and protect nine Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth No more no less, what you see is what your ass get Set it off I suggest There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything anything anything anything There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix |
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Deadly Melody part two Thats my word It aint safe no more...no more bitch Yo yo Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot the head in, not sure of this East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine, Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions Observe the magnetic attraction And its time for some grid iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O Plus like a calico, tally ho Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo, Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the right to right? Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, its curtains It aint nothing like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most D.J.'s won't refuse it Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain you'll abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is completely captured bass Yo I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckle the foe, to outro Galico, throw we slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow Commando, style thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagent, ? drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ?? Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous Criminal minded killas rust I intend to build a fortifying man, Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical Slide up in your worth casual Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window Spazz Spazzola Ola S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your door Crack your jaws Drop your draws It's all day everyday with this rap souflee' Muzak... |
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Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here Uhh Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah Pattin me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I passed it, choke! Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban You know what this is... ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." "Yo don't touch my shit!") Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long before the sirens intervene, the terrotory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page |
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Dropped outta school early so
I could get me some paper That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game You dig? So you won't have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig? Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it Cuz the game could be detrimental to ya boy. I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface I spit blood for blood Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme fck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up Wise up before you get sized up tied up Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change Punch the data in ya mainframe You want it all, I want the same thing Strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherf ckin Pain Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, f ck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all n ggaz goin down Eat sh t and die slow, battle ground no survival You goin down, y'all nggaz fck around shttin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in fck what you believe in, you real-fake Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face Who go that ready cook, synthetic look, actin crook Betty sworm, tryin to shake the as the world turn ngga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this The war will be fought by the righteous Who stand criticized by his un A Alikeness Knowledge is the truth and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast In the savage land haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's Road Rage, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder motherf cker! This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow Keep it live from the until the outro Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, fck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all nggaz goin down I'm on a suicide run, y'all nggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards Commercial cats f ckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, something that my street n ggaz is dyin for Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 Professionals wit no things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir Gourmet special of the day is n gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John J. back around the way Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb n ggaz in the P.J. to Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy ngga Rag time, bad sign, flatline It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top Can you stay there? |
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This goes out
to all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk and your children what I'm dealin Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the building motherfuckers You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches |
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Yo I loved you to death nigga Word It's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah fuck it whateva We used to be tight now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto rights slidin i n ya wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like youse a killa in the spotlight but never lived the life Throw the griller in ya mouth piece rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide, tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until ya gone Play around, wit ya life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like the unborn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you moron Carry on, fore these lead Dons rip through ya teflon I remain calm, even though you straight pass through my left arm I never fold, I reload, keep my clip full mo' Empty out six licks to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen The Bitch in Yoo, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You and Bubble Lip Lou, is dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you maxed out Then you went the wrong route That's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk wit your guns out I'll see you nigga! Yeah, see you See you |
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[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man] (There...there?) One more game Yo uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger Aliens is out of townish fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours Is it all fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon (Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the bible with parabels With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but sway you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic Still not a player, I just fuck a lot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, (Fucking with your mind?) [Polite] Yo You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' y'all brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz (What's the problem with the Benz) She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on |
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Good news Hip Hoppers
The big alert has been called off It turns out that the early reports were wrong ALL wrong Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home Sorry bout that! I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song Yeah do that uh huh uh uh UH Yes what what what what what what what? What what what what what what UH Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back) Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk (Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?) Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle Bust back, take em wit you Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us I feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my testosterone, when it's on Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at? Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical: Method (Nigga run with it, have fun with it load your gun with it, and be done with it) Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin thru changes It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest -acap |
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Big Dogs
) Def Squad, Wu Tang (check it, check it out) Method Man, (Redman in brackets)] (Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs) (Call us gorillas in the myst) (Raunchy vocalist) Your code name (Doc) (Whats yo' name) Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks (Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch) Hold me down son (Yo, I hold you down with the pound) You got a lot of buiscits (Ayo but where they at now?) Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow) Disease (We set to load) Cock and squeeze (Booya!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov) When i dip dip dappa (dappa) The anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream from _?_ (We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster) (Starting lineup, Iron Lung) The funk docta Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) The night breed (vampire!) Duckin from the head rushin (uh) Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin) Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath In awe, period meth Nigga, dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death Down these mean streets johnny quest (uh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ Get that money sack (uh) These habitats aint no place to raise family at (family at) These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats So watch you back when you come to the slum There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung Blazes on stunts I be dippin in the sun My plates bear no one My uzi weighs a ton (Word up) [ Redman] Pon Cocked The don juan doc Send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots My description Black mel Yellow da mellow I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow With d-o Penal code We both to duck when he hear the bike Wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion Yo fuck your appluad Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store Before the soul train award Incorporate a law Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!) My crew specializin Snakin yo bitch Robbin you while you on the floor Shakin your shit I'm doin me now i'll do you (Yo who you?) Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black el nino I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show With the pay to cream fo (To see you sit down?) Yo, na we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit) Then take off of usher Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and meth alive! (Yo, you look that-a-way) You look out the other side! |
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Yo yo
Ex-gyrlfriend, how you been? I see you still tryin to f ck with other women men, remember when I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later we was f ckin on your mama's couch, now it's been said that big gyrl's don't cry, but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye, sayin you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never leave me loney, fly tenderoni but you phony shoulda listened when my mama told me soon as I turn my back you try to f ck my homies that was then this is now I got a new friend, ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, p ssy that'll make me think twice about leavin the wife even, picture that you ain't want me when you had me, now you on your 3rd baby daddy, and you hate to see a n gga happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the p ssy at me "Now look at this b tch over here tryin' to act like me" "Uh-huh, f ck that bitch, she ?? ?? leftover"I'm still in love with babe(8x) Yo yo it's always you and your crusty ss crew be actin' new Let me fin out that you f ckin with Boo and you gon' feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump from a black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you b tches tried to creep on her in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handled 22 , my Boo She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one I'll bring the bullets, know what I'm sayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin b t |
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First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I LIKE the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
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