Yeah once again presenting, kid capri Ras kass the waterproof mc, punchline
(ras kass) These faggot mcs be on skis with the microphone though But it's all downhill hitting trees like sonny bono Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the earth in six days I shot at jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is ras kass Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like Selling bean pods and still f**king white bicthes
(punchline) I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 ad You feel gazy? , I'm top ten with the raps Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes My verses got long sentences like jail times Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out I only f**k a bitch in the park if she juiced out Going new routes to maintain my composure Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it My lyrics get the u.s. open without playing tennis
(ras kass) Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond john blaze I'm john cremation, you conversation with aspirations Of me leaving blood stains from earth to venus Them so-called rap stars will still be living With they moma like an unborn fetus As soon as you step on stage i'ma destroy you with the truth Like the ricki lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(punchline) Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you open like seasections I rhyme greata set it off without jada My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators Rap composer of the hit your styles over I make an mc cry just like robin on ophra Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied One time, when rappers need concentration Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice Match this, drop jewels like biago rackis I come rough for all niggas that front I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(ras kass) I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming And until buchwhick bill starts dunking on kobe bryant I'm applying pressure, check out my melody The eighteenth letter, the first letter The nineteenth letter for cheddar And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder To make the deader then coretta Scott king's husband who had a dream I get in you with no vaseline And burn rubber so I tap that ass like savion glover
(punchline) That the sedative cause your shits repetitive And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out Took a detour when some of y'all went the same route Thoughts about doing punchline make me tickle When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels Organized rhymes we make the girls realize We humiliate niggas like a small dick size Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines Take mine, can't mess with ras and punchline
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
(Kid Capri}
It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !
Verse One: Jay-Z
As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with baste Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering, My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ? I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ? Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain And burn, then I recycle my life I shall return
Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z
(Woman)
How tight is your flow ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
How right is your dough ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
How white is your blow ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
Only writers you know
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that
Verse 2: Jay-Z
I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want ? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha) Fuck hot my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up And shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs What's fuckin with that ? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that Other then a couple slugs in ya back,(huh huh) Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one
Chorus : Repeat 3x
(Jay-Z): Repeat 2x til fade
Girls and guns, all i want stock exchange, rocks and thangs
[Foxy] It's time for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin' L-O-X That's right
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin' sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that Crist' Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me Dog I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut While you playin' in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas L-O-X muthafucka L-O-X, try this shit
[Chorus: with ad-libs]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy] It's time for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin' L-O-X That's right
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin' sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that Crist' Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me Dog I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut While you playin' in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas L-O-X muthafucka L-O-X, try this shit
[Chorus: with ad-libs]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
