DJ Clue

the prfecional yah part one yah yah this iz it it comes yah yah yah lets go

Steady are you ready? (are you ready?)
What's goin on? (whats goin on?)
Steady are you ready? (are you ready)
What's goin on? (tell me whats goin on)
Cold fresh air feeeel the mellow dip thats in the air
Ohhh yeaa, I'm bound take a look around
Ohhh, whats goin down?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
Im living at the very top of the floor
Theres no more room for anything more
I state my name, my name's to claim
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
This is M. J. B.

[Jadakiss]
Uhh yea, now girl step up to Kiss
You sippin' red zyphandile, step up to crys
The coupe got 19's, the chain's got nice gleam
Girlfriend, you been scooped like ice cream
Your ass is fat, your frame is little
Got the door knockers on with your name in the middle
On the dance floor gettin it in with me
Might let you and your friend hit me
Soon as the wind hit me
I live dare, legendary the top of the globe
So there is no more room for anything more
And I state my name, my names to claim
Jadakiss I done came here and changed the game
Now we at the point where your birthdays is costly
Got you a scotted outfit and a teacup yorkey
Head so crazy that its killing me softly
Sit down tell me how you want and how you need me
Its the bomb Mary and Clue please believe me

[Mary J. Blige w Soul II Soul in background] - over last lines
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
However do you want me?
However do you need me?
How

Old school, new school need to know this
I burn like Left Eye Lisa Lopez
Burn slow like blunts of hydro
Jigga Man, BK shit, y'all know

Jigga Man, ya heard? the fugitive..
allow me to spit on this Clue shit,
allow me to thank the people for all of their support, and your prayers
and all the people that prejudge me, fuck you, suck my dick..

[Verse 1]
D.A. act like a nigga starvin' for Jay
if they lock me in a cage, fuck it, party away
I'm still hot, I'm still S dot ya'll
still got Millions buried in the sock drawer
still holdin' my own on the corner nigga
what can't kill me can only make me stronger nigga
and when I get back home
get your ass up out the throne
it's just goin' back to the way shit was
I'ma stay hot no matter what my shit does
I could drop a straight dud, I'ma stay up
niggas tryin' to break my will
you know that ain't my steel
I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed
You're dealin' with a higher power
I'm like Dwight Eisenhower
My life can move a thousand miles and hour
reflect me folks
As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke
It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series
All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury
All this bullshit can make the mind weary
But my theory is the sun shines clearly
(The Sun will shine clearly!)

[Verse 2]
Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rov'
climbin' in them hoes
my minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows
I don't shine, I glow
I remind you of that dough
don't I? murder niggas won't I?
my persona, hustler turned rapper, smell the crack aroma
send shots like toma! in any language
leave niggas in a coma when I'm bangin' that Fifth
get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs
and get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements
and for what? ya'll actin' like ya'll better than Hov'
ya'll niggas should open up for the Letterman show

(*singin*)
niggas is funny,
all I do is get money and ya'll niggas sound funny to me
everybody's rappin' like they better than Hov'
but thats shit's real funny to me

(*rappin*)
I'm at the forefront of this rap shit, truth is truth
look around at all the platinum, proof is proof
listen to how niggas is rappin', thats do to who?
but I'ma let niggas live 'cause it's beautiful

Live niggas...
Jigga Man ya heard? Clue...Duro...

When I creep through
Niggaz is see through
Just like negligee (Uh!)

Verse 1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man knows
But yo, we only get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse
Could be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga
But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and f**kin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my f**kin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga thought
But thats just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin shit
And ain't a motherf**ker droppin' shit

Chorus: DMX

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

Chorus

Verse 2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'f**kers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the door
F**k around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the violence?
Get the f**k out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is f**kin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I pull
Infra red with the clip full
No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle shit
Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!)
De-de-de-de-de
Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

Chorus 2x

Outro: DMX & DJ Clue

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
Muthaf**ker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)

(feat. DMX)

[DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}]
(Whaaaat!)
When its on {Uhh}
Its on {Huh-uh}
You motherfuckers done lost your mind!
Its another one of those
Ahh man (New DMX!)
Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who's Next!)
Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints
{Ahh you motherfuckers done lost your mind}
Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!)

When I creep through
Niggas is see through
Just like negligee {Uhh}
Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the morgues {What?}
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to those that {Uhh}
Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh}
Bet his man knows
But yo, we only get stronger {Uhh}
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
{What!} It's time for shit to go down {Uhh!}
Strapped for the show down {Uhh!}
Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse
Could be worse {Whoo!}
Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this nigga {Uhh}
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga
But thats what I'm good at {Huh-uh}
Layin niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats(Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' hood at? {Whoo!}
Cripple niggas like switches {Uhh!}
Rip on niggas like bitches {Uhh!}
Then pour niggas in ditches {Uhh!}
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport {Aight}
Triple what a nigga thought
But thats just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin shit
And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit

[Chorus: DMX {DMX background vocal's}]

If it ain't ruff it ain't me {Uhh, c'mon}
If it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh}
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*)
Next?!

[Chorus]

[DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}]
Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the door
Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
{What} On a three-and-a-half to seven {C'mon}
When even up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the violence?
Get the fuck out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I pull
Infra red with the clip full
No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C'mon}
But how I handle shit
Is to dismantle shit {C'mon}
De-de-de-de-de
Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts {Aight}
And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

[Chorus x2]

[DMX (DJ Clue)]
(DJ Clue!)
Niggas won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
Muh'fucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)

(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)

[Nature]
Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's
Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez
Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest
I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft
Snatch channels like I'm Disney
Half grizzlie unexplain
When niggas see me they duck
Hoppin i pass quickley
Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted
They know exactly when a niggas famous
Or livin dangerous
The kid got a glow like i just came home
Try to dull me
Niggas that owe be hiding from me
Changin their names
Screenin their calls
The dreamcast in the crib
Never leavin at all
Playin NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollas a game
Ket me polish my gain
Withdrawin at the bank
Never deposit a thing
Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang

[Cam'ron]
Back in the day we was slave
Whips and chains
Its tradition
All i got whips and chains
All i did
Flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the range
Only a new six could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame
I dont deal wit cheap blow
When i shoot no block
Sort of like a free throw
Cant miss
And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss
Got me itchin like its dandrif
You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch
Im a stomp you stab you
Look at you you dam bitch
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like "killa
When u come back out," Listen
I like rap
Routine had to stop
Met a new connect got it 18 a whop
Cops on payroll every block got blow
We fight every night
Reunite then pop Mo
Thats how it is when you deal wit me
And I dont feel tv
Only real tv
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you
Splater your white eyes
Thats only to make saturday night live
Lookin for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies
Crashed up the four
But now the right five
Lookin for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say "cam stop ur route
Why you gotta get the guns
Just box it out"
Listen that there is trife
Only fightin is the doctor
And thats for your life
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what
I lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box
Well heres four more rounds

[Styles]
Yo,
Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice
I'ma smack you yap you and murder you
Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this
And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch
Lets get straight to the point
Aint a nigga better than me
Im agrivated and im fed to the T
If I gotta do joints
And im sittin for five
When you remeniss about me
Say the nigga was live
I got twelve arm robberies pendin
A dope charge, a gun charge
Hard to see holiday bendin
Wit a brand new case
Twenty niggas, the ride
A spot OT
And some brand new base
Why say names
You could get who ever you know
I got the gun cocked
Ready to blow
Dont compare his rhymes to mines
Mines is real
And his is just words and lines

[Sheek]
Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas
Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese
Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's
And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe
How you wanna do this shit
Like the quick and the dead
So i could cock back
Empty out the back of your head
Do a drive-by go head
Im quick wit the heater
I shoot threw you
Your car
And threw the parkin meter

[Jadakiss]
Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you
Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun
Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court
I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there
Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon
Listen everythings about the kiss
The new dope out
Sky blue CL 6
Wit the new poke outs
Tired of the speculation faggit
Everything is real here
Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason
Hold down the fort
Could never be baught
So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin
Rather start gunnin
Cause soon as you start chasin the money
Thats when the money start runnin
I drive by in a car service
Hope out wit mad nigga
Pull my phone out
Like ya nervous

[Fabolous]
Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches
Wit kay's of the cane
Leave strays sittin inches
Away from your brain
In them grey kitted benzes
I sway threw the lanes
Now the nay's just sit and flinches
When they see the chain
Ya might not never come out
My verses get heard
I'm a hustler
I dont sleep from the first to the third
Take the ???? to Cali
But the shots go quickly
Put red spots on your neck
And they not no hickeys
The truck still got those micky's
And dont even pass it my way
If its not no sticky
No matter where Im at
I pop regaurdless
Cause I get knocked I cut a check
Ya gone drop the charges
Put three holes in head
Make em look like bowlin balls
Come threw in spring
Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall
So I could hardly care
Cause the only way I see time behind bars
If its a cartier

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga)

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Strom

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea
Flipmode
Busta Rhymes
Rah Digga
The Inauguration
(New Busta Rhymes!!!)
Yea, yea ha ha ha yea
(Feat Rah Digga)
What
Give it to me
All my nggaz
Where you at now?

[Busta Rhymes]
Check me
When we arrive in the spot
Who the fuck you think fazin'
We amazing and we blazin' nigga
And while we blow shit every time
Fully equipped for the occasion
While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz
Make you leak and drip
Till your body shelves up faggots
Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz
Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position
While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz
I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin'
Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!
Cause when we march and high-step in the spot
Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin'
Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)
Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk
Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin'
Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'

[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]
All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks
Getting' money say it! (ho)
Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

[Rah Digga]
Say 1 for the dirty
2 for hard core
3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer
I be comin' to ya' live!
Fuck up your whole circuit
Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it
Don't really need to brag
Cause these streets a tell
Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well
Say fuck the world
Who ever aint feelin' me
Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary
The illest with form
I'm the illest on the norm
The illest on my barn (?)
The illest on the song
Any type wanna yap or think they can rap
I'm a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap
Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro
The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!
Make it hot, flow it down
Like some hoers, you can lift this
And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it

[Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes]
All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's
And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now we don't give a fuck
We serious nigga
We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now?
Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws
Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now?

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing
Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs
Cuss words and verbs
Going over niggaz heads

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners
Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now!
Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage
What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of?what the fuck now!

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Ripped shit since the 80's
You taken me like if, and, mazin'
Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy
Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me

[Chores 1]

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
You know how we do things
Word up!

(feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon)

[Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)]
Word up, word up
New shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface
(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..)
CREAM.. 2001
(Who you? Who you?)
Fetch out.. my nigga RZA
(Yea.. yea.. yea..)
WHAAAAAAAT?

[Raekwon]
That's right..
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro, to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Callin the Lord, "Help me!", that's us
Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!)
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winter
It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines
Watch my wave push, one chain faded out
Racin to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya glocks, plus black Reebox
Rockin real nigga shit, callin me Pops
Golden pro', kitchen designer shit
Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (Haha)
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride
So let the lye sprinkle yo

[Chorus x2: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green
Off the wall auction that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas labels down, frostin 'em

[Ghostface Killah]
Eh-yo, how you like two Ac's?
Max in the trunk, lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early age
Hit ninety in the back of me days"
There's supreme fingers all on my dick
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracks
King died in sixty-five, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses

[Chorus x2]

[Break: DJ Clue *during chorus*]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm
Fetch out.. Rip Right
Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic
CLUE!

[Raekwon]
Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on
Beef and take niggas eats, streets brought all my features
Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin
Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies?
Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali
Actin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em
Bang jars, movin in psalms, manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like.. blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all, chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed
Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm
The Professional, Pt. 2
Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash
My nigga Jigga, Big Harper
You know how we do things, word up

[DJ Clue]
Ha haaaaa... *echoes*

[Method Man]
Now...now...now...unnhhh..
Professional 2 shit...WHAT!
Staten Island up in this muthafucka...
Mr. Meth rep rep rep rep rep rep...
For the cause
Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my niggaz
Yeah...we put our draws in it...CLUE! *echoes*

[DJ Clue]
*talking over above Method Man verse*
New Method Man!
Eminem...
Royce...
CLUE! *echoes*

[Method Man]
Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!"
Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll
New tecs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo funky dope manuevers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 out of 10 I'll be the...
Men of all men I mean the...
Creme de la creme a schemer...
Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima...
True professional 2...
(DJ CLUE!)
Now that Bush is president nigga we all through

[DJ Clue]
Wooooooooooord!

[Eminem]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder
Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby
I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marlilyn's music
But I figure I make my music I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suein' cuz little Darren is screwin'
Karen and Susan cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
Cuz of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'fuck it' like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
Cause I don't really give a shit about no-muthafuckin'-body
I'm so muthafuckin' nutty I don't give a fuck about nuttin'!

[Royce]
My wrist is...water and freeze
And mix this is...audio Jesus the repent shit gets big
Keep it sharp like knife in a pop device
So "Duro you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can't be true
I suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin'
Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins
Rock City baby knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me
And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*...
Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath

[Method Man]
It's just...Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beats say do

[Eminem]
It's just...Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beats say do

[Royce]
Unnh..Royce 5-9 and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do..unnh...

*kiss noise*

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! *echoes*

The greatest DJ.. In the whole wide world
Is DJ Clue... Other DJs can't say nothing
Because they can't do what he can do..
No one, No one, No one, No one, No........
He the greatest DJ.. Famous DJ Clue...

West west yall.
William Holla with the S yall. Yall know what time it is.
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es."
DJ Clue. Beyotch! Kurupt!

[Snoop]
I fall off into a party with a drink in my hand
Rocawear pants, but I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for him (What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken, I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop, regroup, and come through
I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too
I throw strikes like Andy Petitte and Roger Clemens
Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings
The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted?
You mean the one with the pretty bitches sittin in it?
Please believe it, we gon' represent it
And we gon' bend it and dent it
Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it
Buy it, never rent it
Now when you suckin my dick, baby girl put yo' face in it
Get it get it girl (get it girl), make yo' head swirl
Get it get it (get it girl), make my toes curl
And get it get it, go on girl, it's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world

[Chorus]
And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money, fuck a bitch...and blow a gang of weed
And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G
A nigga like the D-O-double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch, and blow a gang of weed

[Kurupt]
Yeah, yall the type of suckers we straight through
When we skate through, with DJ Clue
Hoes gobble on something, swallow on something
Throwin' hollows like football passes and football practice
Off that dodo, look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo'
I want the ki's, the trees, the ice, and the g's
What's yours is mines, but you already know though
I'm young gotti desodo
Let's see how long a body can flow fo'
I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga
You know Damien and Jigga laced me and Snoop nigga
Them my motherfuckin' homeboys
See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis with the full pound
Tucked in Amil purse, all you bitches hatin' get a deal first
It's hard work, raise off the homegirl bitches

Chorus

Yeah, you know how we do.
Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti.
Rockin these niggas. Rocafella, what?!? Fuckers!
Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes. Doin it big.
Aight aight, I'ma take me a trip to Marcy, go fuck with my OG's.
And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas.
We ain't fuckin' with none of you suckas in 2001.
On to the rest, you bitches.

[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what?

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

[Kurupt *sung*]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers..

.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!)

[Daz]
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}

[Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
four so clean like a brand new nina
My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin -acap

For my bitchs, bad bitchs





Fuck dem hoes





Fuck dem niggas





Fuck you too hoe




Fuck you nigga




I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!



They wanna know why niggas like me (like me)

Talkin' bout bitchs in the street

Walk a rock about bitchs don't speak if I say "Hi"

I try to fuck ya

Knowin' damn well you a young dick sucka'

Half dead

Half women, half men

Gay as fuck

Lookin' all toe-up

Like you just had woke up

Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up

Hold up

And this is for my niggas dem

About them raga-dee bitchs cuz I'm sick of them

Home-hoes like Trina going to save your ass

But you a grown ass women bitch baze your ass!





I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




You gots no bucks?

You gets no fuck

You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt

You got big bucks?

You like the trick bucks?

You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck?

Nigga please

I been touchin' dem Bees

And I aint stuck on my knees

For no couple of Gz

This game aint nothin' to me

Got niggas stuntin' for me

From the N.Y.C to the Florida keys cuz

Lil' momma I'm real one

Pussy worth a trillion

Pull them V's out nigga stop pillion

Now you still wanna fuck I don't think so

I aint no corduroy bitch I'm a mink coat



I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!

I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me



Then you's a balla'!




Ah! You wanna cheap fuck

Find a cheap hoe for that

You got 10 Gz it takes much more for that

You got 30 grand add 15

I'll pull out the handcuffs and the wiped cream

Cherry's and strawberries we could do big things

Pull the camera out play it on the big screen

Lick your lips you know this pussy taste real great

The realist one, I'm tryin to get it like Kim Gates




Can't no bitch come between me, my flow, my clique

Hoes we pimps we aint pimpin' dicks

And after we fuck you ganna remember this

Wants some up, bling, bald head bitch

I be damned if I pimp ya'll hoes

I'll damage ya'll scandales ass, amateur ass hoes

One pound of cock and one genseen

A fifth of Gen, and bitch and let the beatin begin

I'm your daddy hoe

And bitch I drive a Chevey not a caddie hoe

The king dig-a-ling that is

You cheap bragin' about the head

I wanna see how mean that is



I keep a dick in these hoes for my niggas dem

I'm bezold out with gats for my bitchs dem

Straight muttin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!

I demand respect for my bitchs dem

Neva' lovin' these hoes that's for my niggas dem

I keep you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem

And if you with me

Then you's a balla'!




Roc-A-Fella!

Fresh out!

My nigga Gene!

Domings!

My nigga Damarco!

(feat. Nas)

Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the fuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,
Q.B. Braveheart nigga...

[Verse 1]
Was classified as the bastard who died
Rumors say I came back alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas
My passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red
Like the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than astronauts
I talk it and live it
Ya'll weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the realest
Predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods
AK's, Berettas
My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' hustle wit' us
Ugh!

[Verse 2]
When ya'll niggas fall
And start makin' 800 collect call commercials like Arsenio Hall
I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my thing
Princess cut chains
I bend bitches like bike frames
My tight game will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightning
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans
Givin' nice brains in a white Range
Pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame
I'm sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas
Jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy.

[Verse 3]
Live from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S Benz
Watchin' ESPN with two dime lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to floss
The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and Cross
Esco, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula
'cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her
I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'till I meet a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the dick
Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas with hard bottoms in casinos
A Hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga reload
We keep low, Hundred Thousand bank ceelo

(feat. Foxy Brown)

[Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)]
(And I!) Oooh, Nana (New shit! Foxy Brown!)
FO wit the X (So Hot!)
Whoa, Brooklyn
Alright (Oh!) okay, alright, c'mon
Mmm (Fresh out!)
I said it's gon' butter
(My nigga pretty boy!)
Bitch is lethal (Anton!) uhh

Whoa, ohh shit, Na Na come through (Clue! [echoes])
Burn big spliff, y'all hoes pop shit
I keep my gun cocked (Ha ha!)
And my bitch spit
Yes, who the ras wan' test me
Original, don gargon that bitch
I'm the reason bitches ride dick (dun know)
I'm the reason why they like cock stiff
Fox is the only reason
Why them bitch wan' run gwan' buy fake tits like
Who the fuck is y'all aimin for?
If it's Fox, fuck you ain't name me for?
Like I told you before, I'm BK's illest
Dangerous bitch, BK's realest
Heat play wit niggaz
Clap gun, I rap don gargon
Rapper slash model
The whole round robin, so don't y'all get suspicious
I'm big gun cock Foxy, y'all Likkle Vicious
Niggaz feel this

[1] [Foxy Brown] (sung)
(Y'all can't fuck with Fox)
So Hot make niggaz say
(Y'all can't fuck)
So Hot make bitches say
(Y'all can't fuck with Fox)
So Hot make niggaz say
(Y'all can't fuck)
So Hot, So Hot
(Y'all can't fuck with Fox)
So Hot make niggaz say
(Y'all can't fuck)
So Hot make bitches say
(Y'all can't fuck with Fox)
So Hot make niggaz say
(Y'all can't fuck)
So Hot, Fox, So Hot
(Y'all can't fuck with Fox)
Whoo!

[Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)]
Who da ras (?) chat but sound like who?
And outta all niggaz I'ma please not do
Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew
Got some grimy lil niggaz that'll eat y'all food (Haha!)
Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude
I'm the same bad gwal, same cocky attitude (Word!)
Ain't nothin changed
Stunt gal, sick bod'
Mash up on mah blood clot Range like
And naan bitch fuckin wit Fox like
Whoa; original big gun cock bitch
And naan bitch wanna see Fox
Naan bitch, wanna see me likkle gun pop
Like, and if any bitch step on my crocks
Thats a automatic hot one through ya Datsun, seen?
Make them niggaz drop they toungues and
Before they done make 'em drop they ones
Tell 'em any nigga comin can't come for free
It's a, price you pay if you fuckin wit me
As long as ya "Chyna Doll" is indefinitely
We H-O-T-T-I-E's, yes
Not many can do it like, do it like..

[Repeat 1]

[DJ Clue over 1]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
The Professional Part Two!
Word up! C'mon!

[Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)]
Mmm..
I hate niggaz that love to pull rank
Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks (Haha!)
Whoo! I'm sorta like Jessica Rabbit
Fuck who? Bitch don't move without carats, nigga
And that's my motto - fuck me today, buy a house tomorrow
And I don't feel sorrow, mmm
Especially when I wind up my waistline, uhh
Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line
Make them niggaz pepper seed when they taste mine

[Repeat 1]

[DJ Clue over 1]
DJ Clue! William M. Holla!
You know how we do things!
Word up!

[Lil' Kim]
Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain
(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
This is only a test
La la la la la
(What We told you it was commin)
La la la La la la la la
(We in front of the scenes
and in back of the scenes
so what you gon do now)
La la la

[Lil' Kim]
Bitches wanna front on me
But know not to come to me
I keep ten glocks
Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin)
Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin)
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What)
My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four
Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo
I'm thirty two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots
I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes)
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't never think I'm slippin (Why)
Bitch I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin ass niggas
I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
I got warriors that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin
Leakin from ya melon
And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin
Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you sing about bring em out
Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
I'm a millionaire
I ain't rhymin for the cash
I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass

[Banger]
All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel
Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel
(Swallow it)
Criminal I ain't tryna battle
(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel
Through four make the hollows travel

[Bristal]
I got Montana nines more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine
Can't jack mine
I'm one of a kind

[Banger]
Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro
You sleep with your eyes close
Might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco
Reload bitch

[Bristal]
How you want it
Head or gut
You soft like baby butt (I like that)
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw
Their jewels they tuck
For what
Intimidated how we hop out the truck
Or the S type Jag
Y'all niggas straight fag

[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch

[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses

[Lil' Cease]
I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it beef jump into it
M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team
Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich
Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin
From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin
Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin
Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die
Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go
Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe
Where you start is where you finish at
Show y'all the meanin of fam
Remember dat

[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch

[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses

(feat. Billy Bathgate)

Look...
I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks
I rob for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps
It's Gates, dog
A little introduction to me
Crack's D unto himself
Who else fuckin with me?
Who got the shit in a chokehold?
Who gettin that powder?
Who got the candy red 'Pala
Sittin with M. Holla?
Its real life and I aint got to act in a flick
Or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a bitch
Young'n...
I like the 5, but feel right in the 6
Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch
Shit, I drink Velvey, Henny, and Cris
In the hood they call me can't-get-right
But I can get right
It aint a ho in harlem that can't get piped
Or any five boroughs
My 9 semi starts trouble
I want y'all to act up
Go head and play dumb
Billy Bathgates my name, huh
Nigga, I shot ya

(Yeah...DJ Clue...Desert Storm...fat shout:
My nigga Just Blaze, Enigma, word up)

[Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue)
(Word up!)
Uhh..
I've become accustomed to goin through customs
Pound in my pocket hollerin "FUCK THEM!" (What!?)
I'm livin that life that you only talk about
I'm fuckin them hoes that you only thought about
I spend that money but you won't spend about
as much that I made off my last single out
Whatchu think of that? Niggaz, y'all know
that I kill niggaz slow when I live for this dough (Holla!)
Got labels sick, I know they hate that
I'm makin they artists push them dates back (C'mon!)
I don't need tattoos to prove I pack tools
Go 'head and act fool and become dog food
Memph Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me
Same nigga that don't give a "basically"
And I'm still smokin, it be like that
Ya blunt went out, nigga relight that

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I'm from M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Bleek how?
I'm from M.A.R.C.Y.
B.K. style, see Geda how?

[Chorus]

[Geda K] (DJ Clue)
Yeah..
I'm finally put in the game, right where I should be
And the gat laid right where it should be (Ha ha!)
Violate, you be put where you should be
Have your family and friends screamin "How could he?"
Walk the streets with a body on his back
Ride around in a V with the shottie in the back (Uh-huh)
And for y'all that swear, that I front for rep
Only thing that I front is hoes and coke and clips of tef
With a co-d, that's a, menace to the people
Yeah we sold D and made a livin off of people (Yeah!)
Ghetto, corrupted us, and we taught ourselves
How to add and scale plus bag and sell
And how to, aim and shoot
and I got brain when the wrist locked
wherever the dot spot leave the tape
You keep actin like you can't die in a blaze
and I let sixteen of 'em dive in your wake

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[DJ Clue over Chorus]
New shit! Memphis Bleek!
Geda! Marcy! Fresh out!
(?) Tata! B.I.!

[Memphis Bleek] (DJ Clue)
Picture me rollin in that five hundred Benz
I got no love for you niggaz it ain't no need to be friends (Clue!)
I give a fuck 'bout 'em, no need to talk 'bout 'em
He act bout it, I let the fo'-fo' pound 'em
The co-d's, nigga no statements
Just shots, empty shell casings
No prints, V's no tint
Phone, Sprint, Six, no chips nigga
R-O yeah M-A
Realist hood and clique nigga, comprende?
You bitch niggaz know I'm focused right?
You still catch M-E-M loc'n right? (Ha ha!)
In the black V, wit the gat on my lap
Shovel in the trunk, go 'head nigga, front
This M dot E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
Coppin out to a one to three, you bitch nigga!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[DJ Clue over Chorus]
Fat shout! Cuttino Mobley!
Steve Francis! Houston Rockets!
My nigga Chris Childs!
LaVar Postell! New York Knicks!
Word up!

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Roc-a-Fella!
The Professional Part 2!
Ha ha!

(feat. Capone-N-Noreaga)

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo these industry niggaz - they startin not to like me
I'm too chiesty (chiesty) I'm too fiesty (fiesty)
Run up on labels and I beat up kids
It's N-O! Ain't no need to ask who that is
I'm like Tim Duncan (nigga) close to unstoppable
Shoot at your face, kid Whatchu gonna do?
I go to Jacob with a hundred thou'
While you go up to him with twenty-five hundred, wow!!
I throw fifty on the chain (what!!)
Fifty on the watch (what!!)
I still cock, blow, and throw fifty on the block (what!!)
It's thugged out, so my people listen and watch
Yo my name "nore" but only fam' call me "flint"
My people that smoke weed get high in bed, yo am I a hoe?
You can see me at the Tahoe, rockin a shirt that say "Let the Lox go"
In L.A. I rock the same shirt at Roscoe

[Chorus]
Remember if I shot a nigga - I don't care
In the club (?) - I don't care
You see the way we pop Crist' yo - I don't care
It's CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere
See us iceberged out yo - I don't care
Chromed out the lower twenties yo - I don't care
It's CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere

[Capone]
I'm out of this world, keep a fresh philly to twirl
Pretty thug fly nigga, gimme your girl
I been on all avenues
Strips hot like Malibu's sand
I got chips shit
Rappers' savan
I represent every Ghetto like a broke elevator
Piss downstairs, sunny dude
Cherry Now and Laters
Save her for a favor, one of my favorites
When a nigga circum
To the slum, I rap one of the greatest
Off the kicks
I'm rockin' the latest Air Pimps
Let me have that scar underneath my shit
We thugged out, shit bleed thugged out
QB reign as the last stop like the QB train
In L.A. I'm with Kurupt
South Central with Daz, hot nine's Clue
Thug pop wine in the coop
Fatigue the suit nigga
Still shootin cues
Huh? Clue, how we do? (huh? how we do?)

[Chorus]

[DJ Clue - over Chorus]
Fat shout! TDK!
Sam Elbridge! Brian Gordon!
C'mon!

[Noreaga]
I'm went from, right (right), and I never forget ('get)
Where we sell a lot of coke and we fight off pits
The whole block on the run, yo even the chicks
I cop every Jordan's, I love them kicks
I got hurt when the Spurs beat the New York Knicks
I had the gamblin' in the hood
Scramblin' the hood (word)
When shit got hot, I leave hammers in the hood
A thugged-out shirt and bandana in the hood
I'm the "Godfather" of the thugs
King of the hood
King of the 'dro
King of the Crist'
King of the ass
And sayin' what, what?
To Grandmaster Flash
Hey what?
The super thug is back, and I got some shit
I'm like a crackhead, can't turn down a hit
I keep the chrome out on the four-fifth, Four point six
I went from hustlin nicks to hustlin bricks
I'm big-timin' this game, I'm small-timin' this

[Chorus]

[DJ Clue - over Chorus]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Fat shout! Theo Ratliff!
Sixers! Saint Johns!
Germ players! Mike Jordan!
Alex! DJ Clue!
Professional - Part Two!..
..New York!

[Noreaga - over DJ Clue]
Yeah, yeah, DJ Clue
Duro! CN motherfuckin N
Y'know how we fuckin do it
Thugged out and you all tittied out
Desert Storm, strait form on ya norm'
Keep it regular nigga
Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular
Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular..

(feat. Redman)

[Redman]
I said y'all niggaz can't come in here tonight P,P,P
Get out of here I'm the bouncer here tonight

[Verse 1]
Your boys are out numbered so plan tomorrow
While I do the wild thing like I'm Sam Labardo
My crew is grimy enough to ride in cargo
Cause brick city beef with more people than y'all bro
(A yo dogg what up)
Yo the cold is coming
So I be up all night like my toilet runnin'
As a little boy was know for spoiling somethin'
Now it's like fuck you
It will be brawl or nothing
(Hit the streets 4 in the morning)
To run you over
The beef we love the steam and cooked in okra
Bitchs in the bricks slit the throats of both ya'
Walk on T.V live hooking off on Opera
I aint buff but got nough' muscle to fight
I aint a dog but got enough hustle tonight
Here's the facts to you punks
And the message is
When you buy guns invest in extra clips
Ahhhhhhh!

[Verse 2]
When he went inside the club I flattened his wheels
DUI drug addict and I'm back at the wheel
You happened to feel
This amphibian rappish and back at the gills
From back at the hill (chill, chill, chill)
It's me on the nine to nine
Crashed it
Now my sores on the eye-a-dine
Po po found the dro but no firearm
Cause I look shady like sun visor blind
Dangerous I leave a smell
That's why the sign read "Don't feed the whale"
Doc like +Adabisi+, "I need the bail"
Cause I keep my weed locked in the +OZ+ as well
Yo what I look like a kid to you?
I'm like +Bishop+ gunnin' down my friends in +Juice+
Brick dogg and I'm out to defend my food
So fuck the media with the middle tooth (tooth, tooth, tooth)

[Verse 3]
Now just through your hands up in the motherfuckin' sky
Da dirt always bubble pour peroxide
You see? Thought I lied
Nah dogg the truth
I set marine out like my car waterproof
You niggaz break day and still y'all broke
You minus well get a job use the time to vote
I rode crocked like my benz with alignment broke
So it's like surprise!
With that five behind my coat
(So what the fuck you want!?!)
Yo I see the problem twin
The 38 special need revolvin'
Invasion like moving BET to Harlem
What are your fly whips and no keys to start em'
Yo I open the doa' *door* (Open the doa' yo)
I'm smokin' the dro' (smokin' the dro' yo)
Bitch get out of line (get out of line)
Smackin the hoe (smackin' the hoe)
Ahhhhh!

(feat. Lady Luck, Muggs (a.k.a. Paul Cane))

[Muggs (Paul Cane)]
Dont get nuthin confused about me, this nigga hea throw clips
You think you could hold three, nigga hea go six
I bring +Heat+ like Deniro flix, my team lock and load
And rock and roll like Aerosmith
Fuck cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips
One point five in ice in each earlobe shit
Fuck who you and your man go get
Me and cat take +Pussy's+ on boat rides on some Soprano shit
Move wit troops in cougar coupes
Like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll remove your roof
Ya better spread when the ruger shoot
Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue was the truth
It's like who want what what ever
Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked together
At gun point gettin stuck together
Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together

[Chorus 2X: Lady Luck + Muggs (Paul Cane)]
We aint jokin no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us (We dangerous)
Cock back aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us)

[Lady Luck]
They said I rap like a man, and act like a man
So when it come to war she gon clap like a man
Short arrogant wit this gat up in my hand
Chicks dont play cute I'm still attractin your man
Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands
Luck stay ghetto like Rican dolla bands
Only thing I take serious is garments and money
And late periods [there she is]
Screamin in a 2 by 2, too fly 2 seater
Too much ice, too cold, 2 heaters
Love men but got lesbian guns
That love to lick off at you pussies for fun
So play dumb in these dum dups
Hit you where you pump cum
Stick you for your lump sums
We the ones you run from
Till the day my lungs done for blocks
I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts
Lady Luck got it locked

[Chorus]

[Muggs (Paul Cane)]
Ya talkin greasy like Paul ain't a nigga wit fire
Like I aint got guns or killers for hire
Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms
Like point break clear the safe out and smash your moms
Over 40 years old still blastin chrome
Smiles never cross they face till there's cash in palm
Cause they still do murders for bucks
Gave em put hollow points through you then pass the burner to Luck
We like a 2 G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef
Wit two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde
Spit four, she behind me wit five
Y'know Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and slide
Before we drop the guns
Wipe off the prints push the pedal through the floor
And get away back to the bricks, ya don't want nothin wit us
Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we dangerous

[Chorus]

(feat. Ty Shaun)

[Ty Shaun (via phone)]
Yo..
Yo, this Ty Shaun, man
Word to mutha, man
AKA Ty Nitty
AKA William P. Holla
Man, this my nigga Clue
(Shout Outs)
You know how we do this man
Word to mutha, man
Yo... Yo...

[Ty Shaun]
It's desert storm motherfucker, hit the floor, times up
No question entertainment got ya cap lined up
I bag for chips big guns and fly whips
Bitches with bright red lips and wide hips
Who crazed with thugged-out niggas with long dicks
I'ma mad man, you can call me a convict
Gunnin niggas down and I'm known for ice picks
My cliques some iced out niggas who bomb shit
Desert storm, catch your bodies in bare arms
Ty Nitty run the city, but Clue is the don
QU diplomats, throwin slugs at y'all
Niggas floor skirts and clap pom poms
Tranvets and wearing ya thong thongs
I'm spittin' from the heart tearin' niggas apart
Sixteen bars is like sixteen thugs
Blow a hole in your face and mail your family the parts
Motherfucker!

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue... The Professional... Part 2

the prfecional yah part one yah yah this iz it it comes yah yah yah lets go

This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets
(Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet
(Come On)
They call me Drag-On, its time to bomb, I'll burn'em all
Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks, I'ma hurt'em all
Chickenheads know I be the colonel
Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal
So be careful 'fore I burn you
You better learn dude, yeah I heard you
But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust
Cuz we do you can ask people
But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers
Spitting flame so you better wear your armor
Flame on!My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop
And then we go, shut'em down open up shop
First we had em like ohh, now they like no
Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll!
[Jadakiss]
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up
Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub
Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout
Then every bullet'll go in and ou

Featuring DMX]
Ugh Dmx
Clueminati
Is ya'll motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride!
Grrrrr!
When I speak I'm understood my decision is wood
See what I'm able to see (ugh) cuz my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill and when I can kill this guy's whole fam
Something better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Then to open your mouth and remove (?) cuz if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), when it's on it's on, when I'm long (what)
Till I'm gone and I ain't got long
But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Be (?) after this money (what) and ya'll niggaz gonna learn
All this fucking weak you've been talking about that driveby
And they did nothing but driveby's
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
(Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real
Yeah cuz if it's on it's on
And if you cats keep fronting then your ass is gone Uh huh
I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax to D
I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
Always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always will ever lend a hand in borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blood to the head
Now always know -- (cut off) is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know-- (cut off) is gonna end up getting stuck!
I'm always strapped; I'm always cracked
I've always rapped; it's always that
Always black
Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone who reminds you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And if I sleep on -- (cut off) left that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on -- you don't trust
Never turn your gat on -- and don't bust
Never expect to give away with cent -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring a two and -- if you scared to die
Never gonna do it -- if you scared to drive
Never gonna be another day it gets dark
Never get it -- here for the heart
Never say never, cuz I never thought, this never thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with doing better, Dmx!
Uhh Dmx
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff Ryder's
Motherfucker
Ya'll niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uhh!)
It's Dark & Hell is Hot
Y-O Motherfucker
School Street
Home of the Brave we all here baby
Mundo! Telemundo!
What

[Featuring Cam'ron Big Pun Noreaga Canibus]
DJ Clue: *with echo effect*
Fantastic Four: Cam'ron Pun Nore Canibus
Cam'ron:
>You never hear that we buckle
Beef? We chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money man I gotta see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap put it on the imbecile
Crack the Hen Rock style give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all?
O.K. y'all. Ask AJ y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm
My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall
But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on Street Soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each Rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to Lorey Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey Jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like Volkof
Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow
I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta Lex Coupe
With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too
Big Pun:
>Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit God, the squad & TS
Out wit the B.S.
We platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac[ura]
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose
Noreaga:
talk about huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's )
>Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats without Tiffany
N-O-R-E, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakes
I've been fuckin' with Clue since he made 60 minute tapes
We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes
We from the hood and they from the hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
Took the game right over at the time they could
Them niggas silly though, knowin' Nore lay pretty low
But them niggas is [ho]mos like the Maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge
Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
I sold 163 thou[sand] on my 1st week
That means I got more fans than you
Bigger plans than you
We buy real coke, your grams is blue
Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo"
Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
Canibus, Cam'ron and Punisher too
And the beats are usually done by Duro and Clue
Canibus:
>Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far from being borin'
My style is hard like cancer without McCorman
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude
And I'll split your shit, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porches
Can't be tested or F'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of shit that get the Question-mark Man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the National Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what CLUEminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for
you
Motherfucker...CLUEminati 98'
DJ Clue: *with echo effect*
Dj ClueThe Professional

Slick Rick chains ill nigga
Get brains with the fuckin Hilfiger nah
Shit changed I gotta rock somethin' flier
McGiver get outta shit smooth like that get higher
In these kicks prince sneakas jogs is loose
robbin truce while my revolver shoots
Chinky eyed devils is grin
Purple range rovers wakin up with hangovers
God damn I need my brain sober
So I jump up in the ride and slide
Me and my nigga Jon Clue, just called he got the purple 5
Damn nigga's is live, Queensed out
Got to put the card hard jeans on
I faked out, til this light green caliweed
Henisee dro, use to only cop thug sacks but now I cop a oh
Six double oh, I trick a couple hoe's
Get em in my car, dirty shit all in the fuckin floor
Clean that shit up now throw in outside
Took about four hundred G's to cop the bulletproof ride
Bentley its on, yo we on the world tall
We got a show on, top of the coliseum open doors
Let them rock-a-way nigga's in
Queens bridge startin' shit, chill, calm it down we got to blend it in
School of hard knocks shirts, choppin' hurts
>From the Hurst, yo corona play the sideline, yea it works
Yo when we put it all in the same fam, yo round up the queen's click
Check out the game plan

Queens's nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef and don't hide yo
Young nigga's get cash and cop rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo
Queens nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef, we never hide yo
Young nigga's gettin cash and copin rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo
Cause every in brown skin
Queensed out from public housin
Comes the one known as the garson child, rappers is bowin
Look at em, they roll me red carpets
praisin me as one of the dead profits
When I talk these nigga's heads bobbin
Strait out of queens with TNT, they did there first drug stain
With one and hundred cop shots, niggas with first scene
With D-Days and cop killin, laws was made
10 G's to a witness, you seen a cop get sprayed
What's on the AGQ club or club Mercedes
Sunrise, movie theaters to chill with our ladies
Load up the 80's cause cop killin craz is crazy
40 to basely, Q gardens to woodhaven
To AQ that got booted barrel goddy that was made in
Whips on the vanwick queens day and shy stadium
Anything that's transported to New York
got a come through the gates of either 2 airports
Kennedy and Luigudia we come through bod of you
Bloodhounds follow you; wolves ill get on top of you
Push prints Camaro's paper here to Somalia
Blaze off double barrels, shall follow you

New shit, Nature
(Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?)
(Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti and the whole Queens)
It's the, DJ CLUE
(We gon spit this one for the 1999)
Aiyyo, I got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin Sloppy Joe's
Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep Mase bumpin
The one wit Total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some become gremlettes
I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend the night, every time we fuck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong
When I spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, Jungle, watch this
When I spit, you spit, hot shh (DJ Clue), new shh
(The Professional), exclusive, Nature, Clue shh
When you spit, I spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (STUPID!!), Jungle watch this
Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck
Catch em in the street, ?mo fit? up, say "come on you bitch"
It's only money I'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas
I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, itc

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly
But there's only one problem: y'all ain't bad as me
Who could flip a record company from a half a ki?
Then drop a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that would be
Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount?
Since you gossip like groupies, notice please
I never go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I flip that
Up on the platinum and be on the next day
I be right there when your mics blow out
I was there when your lights went on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out
I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

We live from the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe
Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I
Let this nigga run around untie, I swear to God
You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911
Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs?
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo, we police ourself
Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game
Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And drug dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
Fuck [Incomprehensible]

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangstam gangsta shit

Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels
Meanwhile burning in hell, child
We the center of attention
Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men
Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones
Dialin' a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly
I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is
But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets
That's why we gangstas and y'all players
Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta shit

Geah, What?
Niggas Bleek, Duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah

Uh, yo, yo
Im on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these ???
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall
Niggas get'em on his eats
Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my wherabouts?
Bitches I don't care about
Money Im a man about
Drama Im a air it out
Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin
Wit no chips right?

CHORUS: 2x
Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)

But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was f**ked up, but I looked at it this way
If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way


Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels
F**k six I chase nine f**ken zeros
Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them
I f**k'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit
Yeah uh-huh

CHORUS:2x

My niggaz roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the nigga wore a thong
The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game
By soft motherf**kers, you lame mothef**kers
I fall, I get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em D's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches
Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
Yo

CHORUS:2x

We live
For the thugged niggas, Marcy
What? We out

Busta:
Uh-uh
Fears, real fears
The universal Flipmode Squad
Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want

(in the background as Busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)

Baby Sham:
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my Flipmode crew
Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, f**k up his mood EXCUSE YOU
When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

Rah Digga:
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
Peas

Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew

Rampage:
Ramp, I'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a nigga need


Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life I had to scramble WHAT

Spliff Star:
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
Niggaz through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If I got it, Imma flaunt it
That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it
Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted

Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)

Busta Rhymes:
You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
Drop like Niagara Falls
Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up

Lord Have Mercy:
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as f**k, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with Jesus
Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm

Hook (2x)

DJ Clue:
DJ CLUE

Busta Rhymes(talking):
It only gets better motherf**kers
Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
Do whatever the f**k y'all wanna do

[DJ Clue]
New Missy
Featuring Mocha
Nicole
D-J-Clue

[Mocha]
What hot, we droppin'
What not, we stoppin'
Ya'll rock toppin', we bottle poppin'
Ya'll block watchin', we watch coppin'
Ya'll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for ya'll feather weight
You better skate cause we never late
Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight
But you can't bet what you never make
I'm the same cat from the same tracks
That hadda bring crack when you played that
When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at
I write my own shit bitch, can you say that?

1 - [Missy]
Alot of ya'll MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappinbout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?
Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

[Mocha]
It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me
And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three
Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there
The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears
Mocha here, call me the richest chick
With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip
Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me
Dumb variety, I get it done lively


2 - [Nicole]
My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy

My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy it

[Missy]
Wooo, I get it hot like heat
You the MC that 'posed to scare me?
Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse
Spit on the mic, make all ya'll moist
Hey, you don't wanna f**k with me
And if you do, then you've been practicing
And no one even told you who I was
Well I'mma set it off, show you who I am
God damn, I got skills like a thief
And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth
Hey, you don't really want that beef
I repeat, you don't really want that beef
I said hey, you don't really want that beef
Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm)

Repeat 1

Repeat 2 to fade

[DJ Clue adlibs]
Missy
My nigga Timbaland
Aaliyah
The whole VA Crew
Word up
DJ Clue
The Professional
Niggas don't want it
Word up, word up

Dj Clue: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!

Chorus 2X

R.O.C. (J.D.):
Now all my niggas say what(what)
We dont give a f**k(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo)
Now all my niggas say what
We dont give a f**k
Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money)

[J.D.]
All the niggas f**kin in between, be the the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin
No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what?)
And shorty from the south keep f**kin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me
Niggas dream to be like this one here
JD type cat dont dissapear
I'm the J to the E, R to the M
A-I-N-E, got so many
Bitches I should set up shop
Bettin against me,
Please! my bank dont stop
I come through, bumpin Clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin, I gots to have it, I love the dough

Chorus 2X

[R.O.C.]
Nobody wanna f**k with the R.O.C.
Young G from the streets
And he's banned from t.v.
Nobody said life was easy
Out on the block
I got shot
And nobody came to see me
Back on my feet
Packed my heat
Got back in the beef
Blazed it up


Are ya muthaf**kas lookin for me
Raized it up
And now they see I'm makin rap songs
All I ask is my real doggs smash on...
I said yea and ya dont stop
'cause its a 1-8-7 when ya f**k wit R.O.C.!!
I said yea and ya dont quit
I'm comin live from the Bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop
Shakin my clip
Til the hatas drop
And I'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And I'm dumpin

Chorus 2X

[J.D.]
I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And I learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world it's snakes,
I dont care,
I dont break,
Pushin Benz, 'cause a nigga know how to create
On and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin on the end of Rosco pico's
Trained to name
Deleted from the muthaf**kin game
Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass
If it ain't 1st class
I let it pass
Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop
The dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop
I'm the bass,
The snare,
The one that dont care
Rip shit the f**k up then I'm outta here

Chorus 2X

(Fabolous)
(F-A-B-O)
(L-O-U-S)

(Dj Clue)
New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm
Whaaaaaat!

I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rolls out
Play bars and buy the cris and moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out
Fabolous the one from the menatti mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed
If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ???
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for
??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S
That's gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh

(chorus)
Niggas want it
Now they get it
Bitches on it
Now they wit it
flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and BB kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order

Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for

(chorus)



(Dj Clue)
My nigga lil' Rob I see ya!
Carlyle
My nigga model boy
Slade
My nigga Miller
Jason
Jungle
Clue!

(Fabolous)
New York is getting money
Va is getting money
LA is getting money
Fabolous is getting money

(Fabolous)
Fabolous so cool I could play Texas
In Avirex's light gray lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
F**k and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
F**k studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat
Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops

(chorus)

(Dj Clue)
DJ Clue, Fabolous
Fresh out York Star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-O-S
A-T-L

Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

(Dj Clue)
My Nigga Lou, Willies
You know how we do it
That platinum shit
Word up!

DJ Clue

echoing

New shit Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional used from my nigga Vic
Haha

Prodigy

Yo you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds more higher than drugs my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure satisfaction what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw? I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggaz is average
I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)

2x


Havoc

Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin

Havoc

Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your
nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his
dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

2x

Noyd

One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the Fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this
So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me
You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P
You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three
Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti

2x

Yo man what,
Yo y'all niggas know
Yo you know all that bullshit man
Yeah, some niggas don't even
These niggas man,
What's the matter wid these niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
F**k dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
me like that, Yo

Verse 1:

We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss that anything yell endorse that
Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap
'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
a brick pop shit in the six trunk

Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again
Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
it really is man?
This you life man,
Shoalin and desert storm
This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
What What What

Verse 2:

Yo, Aiyyo, yo
Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us


Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
me blow for the station rep for one nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise f**king
wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, What

I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is this is for Clue right here dunn

Verse 3:

I'm third rail though half seal and I blow
Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
three hundred ones while floating like a
?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
on a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
neck rolls f**k your set flash let those stare the
Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit

*talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*

Clue Killuminati
John Gotti story right here fella
Huh, Yeah, Word up

featuring Lord Tariq & Muggs

(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking)
Trying to tell you man
I'm going up in there
Trying to dig into niggas pockets
Fuck that man

{Lord Tariq}
Either you be real or you be dead
Hey killer be a killer
That's the rules to this game
In the court of the law
With let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit like Clue shit
We strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
Cock the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route
And that's what that's about
Understand? I wan't cans in hand
This shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my mo-ney
I'll only tell you once Tony
"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world thust
Keeping feds of my ass
I gotta think fast
'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last
We try to bumble like ass
Stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it

Chorus:
We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this
(2X)

-{Lord Tariq}-
Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got techs
Heading straight for your chest
Feel me on this
My word is priceless
You can't pawn this
I might diss drop jewels
The way I cop jewels
The way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influes
What's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of
>From jimbos to fat burger
On some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit
I had alot of Brooklyn niggas
Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"
So hold your heat up, and move fast
You got to keep
Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks

Chorus(2X)

-{Muggs}-
I peep the devil screaming BK
'Cause I rock for B.I.G.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun
Killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair line back
Do what the con do
I warned you, and sworn no talking
Bring the thing out
Got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed
Run with thero heads
Leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the Bronx
Poor kane, Lord Tariq & Clue

Chorus(2x)

DJ Clue:
Uh-huh
DJ Clue, Professional
Roc-A-Fella!

[Intro]
Extraordinary
(New shit, Made Men)
The undisputed Made Men

[Verse One]

Ey yo
retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman
we last man standing, who dead man walkin'
It's five fingers to death, when I clutch
the microphone in my hand
I know you niggas don't understand
Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero

I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So f**k y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done
with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
My face isn't definately the law
in the jigsaw, puzzle
while I screw and muscle on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo whole f**kin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm rushed out, fresh out
verbal bash-out
P.D.'s that made man
ready to get off for some action

[Interlude]

(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)


... when you dealin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on these made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you f**kin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

[Verse Two]

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a missle
cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect
elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact
combat, doubt that can so you contract
close casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the coffin
never again f**k with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left

I keep they thinkin' second guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon
With indestructable niggas that called made man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin'
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry
My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face
These never-minded motherf**kers with advances
mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably unmistakently
Motherf**kers, who make a homicide and never mystery

[Outro]
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with some made men ...

M.O.P.
First Family
Firing Squad and you know they make it happen
And it's gonna be til' infinity
Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe

(Chorus)[All singin](Repeat 2x)
[Why]
They don't show my people no pasion
[Why]
Do They Love when These thugs be blastin'
[Why]
It's da Firing Squad and Yo' we askin
[Why]
They show no Love
[What up]

Remember me
I participated in the one of the hottest joints in 1-9-9-3
[M.O.P]
First Family
[That's Right]
Bd
[ohhh]
And I'm loved all ova'
Believe What I told ya, When I told ya imma soldia
[No Doubt]
I get down
Son ask around
I've sipped drugs from Brownsville to Bricktown
[Bricktown]
Why you decied how a man should be
Imma set [aside] my [pride]
and [ride] wit' my family
That's how I move
[It won't change]
**Still my love for Burbank is piller than chump change**
[Yeah]
>From mid range
[Bill]
To all you cats thats thinkin I'm chump change
Don't know how these chest pains feel
[Show em' da deel]
I dun traveled in different dementions with good intentions
Of keepin' it real so

(Chorus)(repeat 1x)

[The Last man standing]
Fame neva missed
Quick wit' game and sickin da Brame terrorist
[Put ya arms down]
Before I drop a bomb down
Make ya whole staff calm down
Nevamind wit dat cat talkin'
Im off to rap Fisio blow em' off the track
If it's a melody
[uhhh]

I bring out my energy
And da remede
Wipes out da enemy
Get down for myne
Mom duke call me Jambo
I scramble wit fake thugs Thinkin' they Rambo
[Ya'll see it]
Home team
Rock well pesisted
[For instance]-(Bill sayin it)
Use the first verse as my intrance
I present to you
[Who]
The brownsville slugga nucka on top of his game
[Homegrounce]
I present to you
[Who]
The brownsville slugga nucka put one in ya brain
[Hold dat down]

(Chorus) Repeat 2x
Hey yo, my family ties connect me to guys that's into
Whateva's quick
a quick wit ghetto potential
[second against you]
Look, it's more than just a hit
[The Firing Squad]
Produce sugaful shit
And what I'm spittin shows my mission is saficiant
[Neva wash em']------(1 Person sings)
Sometime I clock em'
Rockin' and listenin
[alright now]
It's da hometeam
Were back
So you should get ya gat and let ya chrome steam
These rap dudes sabitage
[That ain't reyal]
Your rap styles carolouge
[I can't Feyal]
Feelers rockin this
from New York to Providence
Give the tape replay from D.C to VA
Move like McGyver
Dealt wit' conivas
True monified gangstas
Safe survivors
In the meantime
Mas Destruction
It's a
[Rapid Fire]
Production

When you look in my eyes tell me what you see
You know how it feels to be rappin with ya fam
I am retard as you and those thing you do
Firing squad sendin up to all those thugs now babe

(Chorus) Repeat 2x

[Rock]
Come on (BCC)
Come on (MFC)
Come on (BCC)
Come on (YEAH!)
Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up
Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)
Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions
Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera

[Buckshot]
Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous
Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss
I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
>From the, street Bible or the street Quran
Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)
But still the bomb

[Tek]
It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons
Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips
Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip
Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
So while I'm takin a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on what we get
It's like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin how many gats I've thrown

[Rock] (Steele)
Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)


Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)

[Lidu Rock]
Yo the set I claim is the set that bang
To the muthaf**kin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)
Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin
First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin
Like my nigga Craig and em say, "F**k that shit!"
Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk
For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
'cause we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the f**k I know y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthaf**ker

[Ruck]
You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm glad them
Monkey niggas don't f**k wit the Ruck 'cause they fags, son
The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake

[Steele]
Get it straight, y'all niggas f**kin wit some heavyweights
Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed
Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate 'cause we stay in your face
Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue, The Professional
Part One, you know how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up
And we out, till next time
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657
Aight then

I thought Duro was an old man before I met her
Yo, check this out, this is me M A dollar sign E
Cluemanati, Harlem World, Devo
Too thorough, Harlem World be the borough
Cool to Blood up above
Can't forget my family, who that be
Cardan and KFC, Blinky Blink and D R E
Shock the world
Cluemanati, we like it

Mase too smooth, call me debonair
Hits every year, so shake your derriere, c'mon
Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
What a brother, too black, me living here

We don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there
Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, 'cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb
And if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre-num

Ever since Big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name

I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach

I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
Living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, I be O T, low-key, Icy roli, smoke a O-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
And I'm 2 point 8 and about to blow 3

Now that's the way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)
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We like it
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We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)
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(Uh huh, uh huh)
We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)

Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L I through
Eyes low, from the L I Q
If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do
Give alias to any female, I screw

One running with Fabolous, who knew as well as I do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crew
Be back downtown, bagging chicks at L I U

'Cause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the raw
Now I'm off in spring to tour, in Singapore
Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoe
Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before

I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of Cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say is supposed to lie low
And V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe

We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly, and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, I be throwing clinks on
And be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on

Now that's the way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)
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We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)

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(Uh huh, uh huh)
We like it
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We like it
(Uh huh, uh huh)

Did you know that I simply got these cats where I want 'em and
See the 6 then I want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could
Freak with and do that freak shit

And I'm stepping in hotter, like Don Dada
Snatch my Prada, ya hoes done done nada
Make you never wanna flash your shit
Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit

If do find me, then I will crash your shit
If you think you was 'aight, I will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
Used to be O T, now I'm 2.3, uh

Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
And I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
Ya heard? Fuck you think this is?
(Uh,uh,uh)

If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off
And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
Or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit

Oh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range

Now that's the way
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We like it
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That's the way
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We like it
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We are stupid niggaz
Bolder