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He's been taking it easily
And then suddenly the moment changed Suddenly, the moment changed, watch it and He has put together a flurry and put the champion away But no one has ever been able to do that And he's tryin' ta survive to the final bell, what a fight You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion I stream machine gun funk, trunk slayer Major Payne game hunter, summer time shine Mind controller, hold the crowd still hill top dweller Sell the garden out, House Gang chain Cuban Link blink, lose shoes, you can never wear Stare hard, God rise above, love hate, make your choice Voice like Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier, Ayatollah Airbender sent a chill, drill sarge, hard bottom Got 'em hooked, took my time, grind heavy Ready for the world, girl please He's too experienced Been a don, Avalon size, wise to it Do it like, Nike type gritty, city boy, 'noid never Better recognize, eyes of the tiger The fire breather, heed the truth, son The champion You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion This is Ruben rap, glam glitz, strips buzzing Cousin got the spot a blaze, J's crisp, this time styling Island of Stat, Black Hawk, walk with me, fifty cal flow Blow the roof, you learn, burn unit True it's popping, watch 'em work, Purp' smoking, toke and rapping Catch a tidal wave, slave to the rhythm, give 'em hell Bell ringer, Springer Show, throw a chair, air it out Doubting Deck, check your pulse, folks, witness history Rewriting the script, switch it on 'em, taught 'em how Now's a new day, say what? Clutch shooter Through the storm, calm bomb arm, dangerous, spit game Flame thrower, Cobra Commander, pandemonium, it's only him Swim with the sharks, spark like night breeze See plan the camera flash, cash only homey And not jammed till the band done, the champion You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion |
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Our most enduring responsibility to future generations
They say God don't like ugly, blessings are upon us Bush hated niggas, now the President's a brotha Whether you in the gutter, or your residence enormous That shit don't matter when death around the corner Before your book of life ends, recognize the author All praise due, things you do bring karma Your seeds shouldn't eat 'cuz you beefing with baby mama Will be the one you need when police raid the corners Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama Girls who want Prada, women who want powder Children are more violent from living with less guidance And don't learn respect till they bidding with old timers You walk the same path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor No matter how much money we invest in our community How many ten point plans, we propose How many government programs we want None of it will make a difference At least not in our predicament We also at the same time Don't cease more responsibility in our own life I slang base and that powder too Team was the wildest crew, I seen what a dollar do Broke nights fiend for a pot of food Lean on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools And they don't stop to get it, get it Four shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted I roll dolo, I don't ask for love Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching slugs Every hood got heaters, many generals defeated Heavy metal pop frequent The world crazy foul, how we suppose raise a child Face a trial, bail over eighty thou' In the street life, you game, player? Haze make the pain clear, eight days, the same stare So mama say a prayer, 'cuz I'm out there I'mma keep talking till they here Providing guidance to our children Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games Helping our children with their homework Teaching our daughters to never allow Images on television to tell what they're worth Teaching our sons to treat women with respect That what makes them a man Is not the ability to have a child but to raise one I thought the block was all there was to life Surfing on the drug sites, meeting up at nights And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to protocol And I got mines with no regard So all I know, is all I show, so all I see, before I go That all I am is the truth with this land And this roof over head and this root to the future fruits Worth more than your Gucci boots I ain't trashing fashion, I like to do me too Still I'm quick to pop it off With the model broad or with the Molotov Light rocks at your tank, might make me Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like You see me, I'm major I told this story to a class of 9th graders They saying, "Fuck school, we some fly gangstas" I gave 'em something that can change their life later That's a message we need to send |
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I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame
In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned They tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted 'Til the dough stop coming, 'til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please Before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, Make the bricks go ape 'cause I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em Rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Y'all better mark my words Before it's all set and done I'm a stun y'all like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C. Fisk, Banga, straight body a set I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, 'cause I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than y'all Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came |
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Ay, what's up baby?
I need you to sit down for a minute, relax your feet I'll keep an eye on the dinner Something I've been wanting to say for a minute So just listen I'm just sitting here, pouring my heart, even though Usually, about now, I be touring with the Gods Play your status like I'm MJ, scoring with the broads My love for you is deep, a little more than what's it's called So how am I at fault, we both got issues I miss you on the road but at home I fight with you At times I might be tight with you Take my life before I hit you, Situation difficult to get through You was just concerned with all the bitches in the face I was just concerned with all the riches in my face Grown man, so these bitches know they place I know it's no love, 'cause yo They fucking different niggas every day Couldn't wait to hit the crib and see your face If only for one night, the sunlight's gleamin' in our face No love without pain, I still love you the same But still share the same love for the game and so Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong There be days when you call him on stage Text messaging, all in a rage You think I'm fooling around But the truth is, I'm moving around, L.A. Yesterday to the Bay, next stop Chi-Town Rarely get a chance to lie down Snatching paper with the fly sound All the hoes, you are not down When the going got rough, you ain't jump up and leave But if you did, wouldn't be so tough to believe 'Cause I know I put you through it, woman like you You just trooped it, girlfriends calling you foolish Hang on in there girl, 'cause when I"m finished We gonna live it to the limit, I'm a give you the world Just saying that it's you on my mind, I wish I was there But I gotta stay true to my grind Coast to coast line, strolling the curve Kiss the kids for me, baby, I be home on the third Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby You told me stay off the block But still held me down when a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor, tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood I know your mama pissed that you fell for a thug I can't wait to give you kisses and hugs Just to be right near you, wishing I was, missing your love So close, but it's so much distance between us So I call collect, long distance, hoping you pick up Yeah, I know the Gods try to holla But I'm that nigga, still touch the world getting dollars Just ride with me, mama, release date soon Said, I'd probably touch the streets around the middle of June Can't wait to get you undressed, P.S. sincerely yours Always, mama, love, Fes, yeah, baby |
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| 1:44 |
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You are now in the special operating area of the studio
I'mma push it to the limit like Manny and Tone Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone My young one, heir to the throne I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans Feeling the jones, dude, do it smooth as kaluha And you thought you was the future, you was the loser Me, I'mma doolah schooler This just use your manuever I'm cool as the cooler with the heart of a champ So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance King of pop, moonwalking they ass Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam 'Cuz the track's Godzilla Way beyond monster, half bar killer Charged with crash bar, smash y'all iller Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ah You are now in the special operating area of the studio Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel Give it up, son, lift your towel, feels like the pits Just missed off the bat, I'mma hit you foul Just bow when you face the great Y'all skating on thin ice or INS raise the stakes Fuck around I'mma name your stage, Undadogz run the yard, a.k.a. Doomsday Brigade I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar Snitching in your song, stop lying 'bout your swagger Popping shit now, hear him crying 'bout it after I'm a different cloth from them When I toss the blend, heads spin like Porshe rims What I talk, should of caused a trend When I scope the lens, I got the whole world wanting in You are now in the special operating area of the studio |
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Ooh, na, na, na, na, no
I will stay true, we will make We will make it through, I know Yeah, yeah, yeah It's like every day bullets over broadway Pumping out the hallway With small change, this is how we live It's pop city, gritty ditty bop Got the glock with me Shots if you not with me This is what we give Born by the liquor store Used to hit the store for Mr. George Where them playas And them pimps trick the whores Saw the dope tracks, I sold crack Phone taps from Kojak The old trap, send the fiend through Before your home's jacked Chrome clap, shopping through the gate door Killas can't escape war Get rich or die trying to make more Corner store, cop me a four with the egg and cheese Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs Young me, used to wheelie the block Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice I mean, everybody searching for the same thing Trying to make a name ring and claim king The lifestyle the game bring Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop People change like seasons do (People change like the weather) You know I always stay true (Stay true, say me) It's like every day bullets over Broadway (Though this life ain't promised to you) Pumping out the hallway With small change, this is how we live It's pop city, gritty ditty bop (In the hardest times will make it through) Got the glock with me Shots if you not with me This is what we give At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks I was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the booth Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose On the roof with the city on watch Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, fifty a pop Since the OGs told me how to get me a knot Since then it's been impossible to get me to stop In the PJ's, where the fiends stay leanin' for days And the V's stay gleam, blades gleaming the raise Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to blaze And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the cage 'Cause I'm living it, deep in this life and I'm a love it a lot 'Cause anytime grim reaper could strike Another homicide, it's ironic, son, got it Same corner where his father died Hard to hear his momma cry, why (People change like the weather) My people, this is for the struggle (You know I always stay true) It's not for the ballers, it's for the struggle (And though this life ain't promised to you) You know I got you, it's not guaranteed (Na, na, na, no, iIn the hardest times will make it through) We gon' ride though, we gon' live, hold your head |
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Are you ready?
You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down House Gang Undadog, do it for pay Would tell you kill the rumors but it's true what they say Yo, what they say? He be popping like he using the K UDz, Urban I, another usual day You can see me on G street, twirling the kush Prime time, nigga, roll with the circle of crooks Break bread with my G's, they be serving it good What's the time, what's the reason What's the word in the hood I be moving so you know I got a ear to the block Heard a voice then, all that I could hear was the shots Killa Hill, the badlands, we are the cops Where you get popped just when you nearing the top INS, I been there, lived there and done it Still grind, know I comb through the city for hundreds Still shine, though the kid stay gritty and love it He ain't that nigga, you can get it for nothing, hey You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down S.I.N.Y. crossing the water See Stoney got that headcrack, four and a quarter Big unit, pitching this corner to corner Getting gwap see my daughter gross more than Kimora Two stepping to the thief theme, real with this thing True heads represent 'cuz they feeling the king Pop a bottle, daddy start doing his thing While the goons in the bathroom stealing your bling Man, don't take it personal, it's only the business All or nothing, INS, know me to get it Oak dash, stone driveway, linoleum kitchen Big plasma with the game on, roll with my slippers The shit that I'm on, they ain't market it yet Sick maid with the swift blade honor my rep New Jack City Nino, nigga, growing up fast Get tossed off the fourth floor right in the trash, yeah You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down |
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[Intro - Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, major players of the game, still swinging I'm up to bat again, ya'll already know Barry Bonds flow, out of the park with it (Mental Instruments) Let's go [Chorus - A.C.] You run through the competition, they treat you like a champ When you winning and you make it to the big game Dive in a pile of riches, fly bitches Chain fridged when you, make it to the big game Get money, big money, big fame Spot packed out, and the fans entertained They like me, we go hard when we play And that's how the fuck you get to make it to the big game [Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck] Early on the paper route, blood on my hands Cannons and lasers out Cool as a fan standing in Satan's house Show 'em what my name about, boss of myself Turning your lady out, talk is cheap, shut up, pay me now Hands on the dice work, stopping your bank Shorty you're light work, Comic View rap making my side hurt Talent's in the mic worse, drama to rank Feels like my life cursed, down to go out What's the price worth? Seats leaning with the rod held tight In the BMW g'ing with the Roswell lights I spit gemstars, splitting your dome and I double up Everything, heavy swing, bringing 'em home So I'm sitting like a king on the throne, like I used to be The right hand, now I got a thing on my own Showing love for all my ringers home, quoting my name You niggas been a clone, homie can't swing in my zone [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Raekwon] Revolvers with the lazy eye, late for my plate frame You crazy fly, screw the tip off, jump in the baby I More papers, law makers, all of us jaw breakers is on Vaticans in action in all ages All my teams armored, from all the way to bulletproof socks Hit me in the calf, it's no option I won't fold, destined to make bail Call up my Norfolk niggas, tip that bill, we can't play jail No time for RICOs, kids ego Fucked up the game, that's like sticking your eye next to the peephole The next generation of dumb niggas, we built the legacy These bum niggas, got invaded by slum niggas All mine battling, we gonna battle for mansions Branson and more bottles of Gallo A villain slash genetleman, blowing with nine thousand Indians I'm the chief, this the millennium [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Inspectah Deck] After all that I been through, critiquing all that the kid do The moral though, I'mma continue We hungry, son, you ain't seen gully You Wesley at the Carter, New Jack City, you G-Money I beast money, feet stay fresh off the runway Hotter than a summer day sunray, I must say Truth like a Bible page, twenty flow said night or day Twenty warheads at you right away Play maker A-gamer'll sell the house out, silence the nay sayer Throw a shout out, to all my major players Deck take it out the park, Barry Bonds stance They wonder, damn is his performance enhanced? Rumble in the jungle, blind to the pressure See, son's cool, million to one odds, he come through I leave your trunk blue, holding your head, stuck off the one-two Turn up the game, I just begun to [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] Live and direct, Staten Island 10304 USA, all the way to muthafucking Africa Back to Pinkin Avenue |
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{*evil laughter*}
[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo It's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow [La the Darkman] Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Trying to pick up, you fucking with the arch bishop Defying me is like starting rap World War III You'd rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, looking suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present So just comprehend while I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the path for the god Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurking, circling the premises Dart chemist on the search for arch nemesis Concocting nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no remembrance Well I rise the maximum shows with no minimum Capacity to pack the front row while flowing naturally Killing 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums And blow like dirty shrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Streetlife] Why risk it? Killah Hill district, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my street sounds surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Lounging by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi pina, low crawling through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumping heaters To bite might cause seizures, weak emcees take me to your leader We the true source, moving off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blinding force Killa Beez plant seeds, lock on Or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock horns [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closing fast On the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showing and proving, we live by the sword... |
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Aiyo, INS, yo, these niggas talking real stupid, again
Nigga, you know what it is, nigga How you gonna stop the real, nigga? It's impossible Nigga, fuck is wrong with you niggas Is you stupid or something, let's go Aiyo, go against House Gang and handle the war In the streets we ain't asking who you handling for Wave my hand have you faggot niggas hugging the floor Scarface, shower scene, angel blood and the chainsaw Shells hit your car, tear your frame off Beef got you covered like the faggot niggas Bodies in steak sauce What you think I bought all these lions and apes for Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal taste for Real estate cards, plus keeping my safe full La Banga, Donnie Cash, I'm catching a case for Duct tape your face, then, empty your safe off Soldiers got more than 8 balls, you just a running back Play the front line with handoffs Carlton Fisk, ready for the stand off Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get that man off Real shit, we trying to get a mil quick Son try and block the shots, right after the steel clip Click, go and get your clique Crews, squads, bring 'em through I'm so soulful, flow like a singer do So bitches love me, I live like a swinger too Niggas scared to play in the game I brought some ringers through Go ahead, say my name, the type to look for drama I snatch your chain, test out your body armor My reputation like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas You running with rappers, I get money with street niggas I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor Burn unit see the picture C.S.I., S.I. chief retire Rest in peace La, cut 'em like a pizza pie I need paper, cop cars, I don't even drive I am not a rapper, nah, I don't even rhyme Just speak true life stories, that's on format So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crums Filling blunts in the building front, thugging for ones Full clips fly, nicks, dimes, something to pump Whole clips fly, whips, dimes, nothing to son City boy on the corner, I was so involved So the drama, I embraced it with open arms I'm trying to shake the fame, hoping I can break the chain Everyday the same, who am I to make it change When my niggas risk it all just to play the game And the youngings going through it, trying to play the same Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire Cynthia son, forgive me for the sins that I've done I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real Stop the real, really? You only feel me if you walk the same road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped with trying to find a safer zone I ain't waiting for Obama, never doubted him, I'm proud of him He real, he'll spend a couple mil' in the housing then Seeing is believing, my vision is blurred 'Cuz I ain't seen nothing I heard, really nothing but words The bottom line, I'm still stuck to the curb Sky high but it wasn't the sherm, really nothing but herbs I risk it all for the cause Even if it's war with the law, I won't pause I can't, won't, don't stop, I ain't got an off switch Dying trying to live it, just to get a small part of it My squad is sick type that you don't want problems with Rolling like seventy mack trucks, what's stopping it? I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real You gots to be kidding my niggas, I worked too hard Fought too long, I'm standing on my own two |
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| 4:06 |
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INS, your highness
He returns, the revolution will not be televised It will be taken to your front door, brace yourself It's the aura, don't break or take orders I drink holy water, they follow me like the Torah Getting tore up, for months, out in Europe Deck told me, Term, you're up, don't curl up We making cheddar out there Smoking on some leather couches Stretching ounces, been about this bread Baking coke mountains From Law Town to Staten To Boston to Manhattan This is what you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher Murder materialism ratchet, fearing the blackness Til your soul drift in where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me til my pillow soaking wet and steaming I see the demons, they creeping in my biblical teaching So just remember if I'm next to split, catch a clip Catch a ditch that I wreck the shit with Inspectha Deck INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' I'm cold blooded like Rick in his time You can see me prime time at the top spot Sitting with shine I leave 'em froze like they sniffing a line While they bitching and crying You find me always in position to climb I swing like Serena, hard as Medina We can be the beast to keep mamacitas moy bonita I breath ether, 103 fever Spread through receivers, infect the true believers Murder rap spray at your dome (Killers don't lurk there) Killa likes hang up the phone He a gangsta, claiming he bold Real loud with the crowd But I doubt you can bang on your own I earn my stripes, I burn for life, I turn your wife My turn is right, you heard me right I learn to fight, I work the night, I splurge the price I swerve on bikes, my word, I'm nice INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' Yo, seen it all scenery, post-war poison taste basil Meanwhile, casino we was gambling Multi cigar scent drench, cake splashing That's my alibi, to outfits flavors, so taste fashion Handmade handkerchiefs, bottles popping but I don't drink Fuck it, since we celebrating I'mma take a sip Black down, couple of killas who never back down Choppa clappa mack splash, burgendy backgrounds And stitching a tradition that's passed down Murderous math, watch me duffel bag a couple of stacks now At the bottom with mean face, bottling anger Till I got woken out of that dream state Reality is a must, my doo-rag dynasty is to gold rush Gold Chain Military's the soldiers Low and behold us, the poisonous ring promoters of the cobra Planet Asia Medallions, the fucking shogun INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip" INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' |
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Yeah, I ride til I blew wit the case, through the days
Use the ways, niggas talk til they blue in the face Been struggling is nothing to me, come and see I get it in, like Kobe at the buzzer for three When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it Thousand dollar bottles pop One of the best that ever done it Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest Sporting the fourth floor I bought it from fiend for seven hundred New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance One time, wait to take a nigga through the system I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam I'm still home a million miles away And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep And if I should die before I wake, then before my wake Hit my wifey off with all my cake Til then, I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch Walking on the wild side, just to get a rush Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood Little nigga listen up, I know you loving the life Of living it fly, so how you can't get enough Son said, who gives a fuck, they see I'm making my bread Escaping the feds, so why should I give it up? Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like niggas test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for meals Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools They play the game but they don't understand the rules Yo, you should understand the jewels I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me but as the story go Why buy the cow when you get it for free To make a living, it's either death or state prison Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome You get blown back out of your zone, like pow to the dome So watch your mouth, kid, mind on your tone Son I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest Eye for an eye, boss, ain't with the favors I laid where they murk all day, broad day I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name While the organized mind, stay quietly paid Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like niggas test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do Do what u gotta do Do, do what u gotta do |
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| 15. |
| 3:17 |
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I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old Hold my head 'cuz I could be the nigga in the news Stressed 'cuz I need these figures for this food I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I want a better life for my children, I'm building I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact That the next Pres. gonna be a woman or a black I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor And I bet many more won't make it through the storm But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash My life tryin' ta see it if I can 'Cuz to me it's all I have, no, I wouldn't trade it I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it That's why I'm bigger on the grind I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz I live on the line And mankind's heading for the worse We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away My man just lost his job And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob He was good till he caught the charge Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow And there's no space to grow I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away |
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| 16. |
| 3:43 |
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Yo man, like you see
All of them creeps over there, man? And you know they ain't cool 'Cuz you know they gonna want some static I just might slap ya bitch and strip her clothes For fun and pull out guns like Axl Rose Undermine me and see your future dissipate Right in front of yo eyes, ain't no surprise 'Cuz I leave you fucked up, laid out, dilated Pupils, everybody you with, all pupils Poodles to pit bulls, quiet as cougars Maneuvers, silent, violent shooters Get involved in this tangle, try me, mane And I'ma hit you so many time, I'll be damned If your homies don't feel it, yo mama too I know about your block and where we bring the drama to I'm more than set, I'm set and more And I said it before with the choppers, I'm war Thug illegal [Incomprehensible] To start poppin' them thangs Before you say another word, tryin' to talk and explain Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game Yo, I'm still on top of the game And the thrill's still hotter than flame What I spill cause drama to brains And I bill drop bombs on ya lane Killa Hill, still honor the name The drill's still more of the same More portion to gain, I'm rock bottom No problem to bang beyond locks Son got em in chains He knock on them chains He on the block where they're poppin' them thangs Six figure wide ride, broads be flier than dimes She like the iron, she be right be my side Reason why she be liver than guys Niggas plot your demise Shake your hand, look you right in your eyes I only fuck with heads I can trust The usual suspects, the next up, Deck and Kurupt Get your neck cut messin' with us The weapons'll bust, your best bet, just step to the cut Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game Yo, why would I change my persona, nigga If it helped me to grow? Helped me to glow Helped me to help you niggas know Helped me to show you niggas I'm the same OG From when the Wu came through like in the streets When Tha Dogg Pound drops sounds That you couldn't believe I'm on the grounds, lead spray painting M.O.P. What now? We ghetto mosh pit in this bitch Nigga I don't gang bang But I'll bang a gang you, you mothafuckas I'm tryin' to tell you why I'm legit Nigga I will bang bang 'Til I break a spring in the mothafucka I'm with it all day, I get love from Brownsville From Stapleton to Crenshaw to Long Way So nigga y'all play and you'll get tossed around 'Cuz I'm focused now and I'm with the bosses now Put your pocus down And if a faggot bitch get one in his abdomen You know I'm back around Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game And they jumped me, you understand? I didn't see any niggas, they all crawled up on me You understand? Fuck it, you're [Incomprehensible] 'Cuz I don't wanna get stabbed in my back for nothin' All niggas get stabbed or shot in my back But dig this, I want 'em got, I want 'em layin' out |
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| 17. |
| 3:12 |
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Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp with a mickey Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends'll, they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, living sis' selling her ass and tits Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime 'Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons And little man wanna be just like me The sadness thing, he just might be Where the livest, Christopher Walken, King of New York and Resort to talking when the heaters on him, grieving on him Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Ol' blue eyes said, "You make it here, you make it anywhere" Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch the young Gotti's, the'll off you It's like the mafia plot The fishermen, they find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop, trynna get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it Big city lights, with chicks and ice You living, you victim to them sick gritty types Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep, you awaken by the loud sound Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam Speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten |
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| 18. |
| 3:52 |
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Yup, you got the juice now, man
Niggas respect mine (Brothaz respect mine, brothaz respect mien) Respect mine (Brothazx respect mine) Yo, I be, out here, in these streets While you be, in the bed, under the sheets I grind hard, regardless, I'm gon' eat I don't care how many niggas you roll with or how deep 'Cuz I say one word, now you fast asleep I rebute rappers that spread poison I come in the meet for him Speak words that make born You in my brainstorm I sting men that do the innocent wrong Your sentiments gone You imagining vain things Neglecting me, but I reign king Savagy and wankstas Is not a part of my main stream, they plain jeans I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines Come with a sharp sword I'm justified by all means, back up from my altar Falsehood niggas become falser I came back and stepped out of the sourcer Respect mines, make me an offer Or face the 36 Chambers of Torture Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine The General, rebel the great I'm on money like the president face Next felony's a federal case New blood, you can never relate True blood, you can never debate Not in nueve tres I spit like a deagle with the speed low Hustle hard, gamble on the game like Pete Rose Respect mine, steppin' with the G code Make a nigga move like cops through the peephole Manifesto, light it like a techno club Outside and don't expect no love Rolling like a west coast thug til the wheels fall off And I be damned if you step on 'cuz Brothaz respect vets, son is a vet Henny rap, feel it up on your chest Green eyes try and smuggle my rep So upset but you love it to death Get it in, shits, nothing to Deck, he set Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine For respect, I empty shots out of this tech Catch homey at the light, drag him out of his Lex' On the edge like Q on the ledge, you got the Juice now I took a pledge to the streets, since it was goosed down Police move foul, I can move the crowd Freestyle or bang bang, any rapper shoot him down Pull the ruger out, from the Hill to the Harbor Bloomingdale Road, Goonberg, stupid clout Old school money, get it from my grandad So I use a nigga face like I punch a sandbag Ran fats when the van passed My pants sag, scuffs on my Air Max Blood on my man's rag Got the homey loc'ing, I'm still Wolfpacking Looking like Kobe open, just passing Two 4, numbers I rep So my hunger for this bread Probably hustle to death, yeah Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine |
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| 19. |
| 2:53 |
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What you sippin', ma?
What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here Camel on their Yankee sign, on the daily grind New York state of mind, rugged but my lady fine Fly face, waist 8 or 9, rocking all the late designs Stepping like, y'all don't waste my time on that Mary J. Looking for some 'real love' Say you both got somebody Knowing you gon' still fuck Plus dudes smother you Don't he make you feel tough Why he surprised when he realize She feel 'cuz, really though Daddy king size with a mean stride You ain't seen live, you fucking with these guys She fly on the G-side, sex is a weapon There's a 357 in her Levi's What you sippin', ma? How you doing, huh? The way you shine, girl, you looking like a shooting star She by the bathroom, scope on the soldier hard I pull strings, no guitar What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off Popping off all night With some model broads Chea, we five stars over here Nothing but cases out, shutting tables down Pay-per-view style, million dollar faces out Hating ain't allowed, so played out, fuck What they say about, I and I, what they saying now I'm a General, you ain't earned a stripe yet I'm the type to cop and go, y'all the type to price check Different colored cards in my wallet, I ain't swiped yet Man, I got a rack of broads, I don't even like yet Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy I got the money and the girl and the cool toys I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it, ooh boy Ecstasy, not the pill, true joy Shorty got a thing for me She be like INS, you can be that king for me Feel what I feel, hit the bar, have a drink with me You say that shit, girl But she say she only think of me, link with me What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off Popping off all night With some model broads Chea, we five stars over here |
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| 20. |
| 4:35 |
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If you look in my eyes, oh, ooh yeah
This is the greatest story never told The life and times, seventh episode Based on a dad that I've never known Mama raised me to hold my own But I went against the grain The tracks of a tear, show's the pain Trapped in cage with the shackles and chains I lost my grip try to handle the game Through the fire, didn't happen to change You can try and kick it with him I ain't listen, I was trapped in my way Young and dumb, buzzing off that 151 Proof Backshotting shorty on the project roof Wow, look at him now Came a long ways from the hallways Coppin' on four, 4 and Broadway I was 16, working the triple beam Catch a vick, jack a whip Anything getting this cream The fiends had him falling in love And the fiend became me I needed more than drugs If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me I heard the homey say, this can't be life, this can't be us He can't be right or maybe it's true or maybe it's you I say it's the Devil and all the things That he persuade me to do I'm holding back just for making the news Chasing haze with the booze Doing the tango while they playing the blues Loose cannon, attracted to the neon Little RC stepping up with his G on, he on I learned from the corner dons, the cops, the cons The sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns I was quick to get involved, addicted to it all Got my GED behind the prison walls I risked death just to rep where I'm from I got slapped in the head with the gun Second to none, perfection with my kids it become Cynthia's son, forgive me for the sins that I've done If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me Sleepless nights, vampire feasting on the darkness How could I see the light? Grown-ups try to lead them right Still catching felonies, they telling me, everything gon' be alright I'm like, I ain't try to play the fool, I just want a plate of food Pay my dues, hustling to make to make it through I'm same as you but I'm considered lucky 'Cuz my buddy's in the grave should of made it too The stress and the pain, my lifestyle destined to change Lord bless him for the rest of his days May he be everything that he say Give him strength to be a leader or to lead him astray The sheep or the pray Mama used to say believe in this day Situations force people to change I"m so deep in the game and I will never be the same The Devil be the blame, that's the reason I sing If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me If you look in my eyes, you will see |
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