The Lost Generation

Chorus:

Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers
Cuz real bad boys movin' silence
Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers
Cuz real bad boys movin' silence

Verse one: shyheim

I stash butterflie knives and 45's in ma garments
Fuck nigga, i take a pussy god quick
Peep ma stee in the streets where respected
Like the rectomatic dime back to the method, zee
Bomb on heads like what kid
I keep em on slow mo son i'm the champion at one on one
I make it death fun when i killed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless possesed by the devil
Fuck fire part i'm on a hole nother level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles, i kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma mother i put this on tour wicked
The first that fakin' i relacin'ma dislocatin'
Real niggaz do real things youknowhatimean ?
The first that fake the game so lincoln thrown in the fiend
Killa kane where ya at ?
Should he be packin gats, runnin, nah son it won't be none a that
The clips who fat plus long, i love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
Favourite song
[fuck tha police]

Chorus: repeat 2x

Verse two: shyheim

I rol with criminals, coldbloody murderers, drunk hustlaz, suburban
Areas
I know ya heard of us
Pick up and duck for ma niggaz in the bricks
Bad boys, you snakes on the hucious tip
I brusk you shit quick phoney g'z won't call
I mak it, happen like god test me if ya wanna die lord
I wear black to keep ma i.d. on the low
I'm all about makin' dough at the fast time fo
Fuck shootin' up shit that only makes the spot hot
And we don't need the booshaa, blast the blood clot!!!
Say word! word iz bond [ word iz bond!!!!]
Load tha gats up son cuz once again it's on
Niggaz must be thinkin' that i'm sweet a somethin'
I aint frontin, want you live, i murder someone!!
Ha, ha, ha,
Fuck y'all crab niggaz
Bring it to me
Word up

Verse one:

I wake up to another day of life and wish i didnt
Cuz my records predicted a future of bill clinton
But i continue to do my thang to make a livin
Fuck the police and judge brennan cuz i aint givin in
I'm cops so say the notorious killa
Last seen in the hilla in a black vigga
Smokin' lye with an unidentified man
The feds believe it was a member of the clan
A wild nigga so jiggy better be cautious
Fuck wit delores im bringin 50 crime bosses
From bk to jersey niggaz wanna murder me
Aint nuttin sweet kid they bettah bring their whole army
Fake ass gangstaz pretend to be killaz
End the drama with a slug from the 4-5th for real uh

1 - makin green for the next man
Money ?strugglin plans for the dividends
Look in my eyes and tell me what you see
(repeat)

Verse two:

Same shit different day i scheme to make the paper
God dreams of livin large makin niggaz steal and rob
Fuck the pleadin ill leave ya bleedin
If ya take to long deliverin
Dividends, see nigga, im menances like 8 sharp
Cracks on my moms china plate
Bag 'em up and wait till it gets late and hit the gate
Keep my eyes open cuz po po they be keepin
They tryin to get locked on friday and spend the weekend
Then on ruckus island adolescents be watchin
So when im in the four buildin im hollerin staten island
With my ? in my hand like a 4-5th
The first nigga to fake a move is gettin phillied with the quickness
I'm hip to this wild ass game called street life
It's a cut throat bi with mens who live trife
You squig you my nigga (no doubt to the death)
I got the isle in my right hand so son part in the left
And let's go to war i got a tech and nine and 3 3-80's
Straight from haiti, ill turn a nigga into gravy
And fuck the media ? ? put this on the news
Cause its so safe to know the notorious rulz

Repeat 1

(fade)

Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm workin out in this world that you made g
Homicide rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
I'm the prime suspect in the projects
I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so i got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that i'm a sinner, but god help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my ged won't get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms she's a boozer, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump n grindin besides that i feel like dying
Word to my peoples in the essence
I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
Cuz life is full of stress
And the projects you won't progress
God, fuck the world, it's a mess

Chorus: pop da brown hornet

Dear, god, as i look into the sky
I pray to you, and i, wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then i pray for that it ends tomorr

Verse two: shyheim

I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will i miss this joint when i pass
The world can kiss my ass, i'm staring at the hour glass
Every day lived, is a step towards death
It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest
A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This song'll be my dedication, unto
The two cent s, my cousin duana, and case
Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No-one to turn to when i sit and think about you
No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
You're gone but we still feel your presence
Nothing can bring you back, black
Still and all it's just a fact that you gone
Dive i intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
Another family hit crawling in a endless pit
Of sorrow, no-one's promised tomorrow

Chorus 2x

Verse three: shyheim

(it seems like the good times vs the bad times)
Yo i barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind
Fuck local hits to leakers that's all in the past
And i'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash
(slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast i might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but i got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(don't let it get to you, shy
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
Play you like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no, cuz when i'm goin, i'm goin out with style
With two macs going to war with the other side of town
Ain't nuttin sweet about me, pop let them niggaz know
I'm countin blood money, cuz i'm a thug honey
I use the world as my zoo, i ain't no fuckin dummy
I'm street smart, i tear a college grad apart
(i gets amped when i think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a tec-9 to brake away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
(don't sweat it,just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
Shy fuck the world it's a mess)
Yeah aight

Chorus 2x

1 - baby don't front you know you want me
See it in your eyes you can't lie you know you want me
Give me a little time, ill make you change your mind
Im ready if you will so baby let's chill

Verse one:

Settlin' down is the last thing on my mind honey
No time to be all lovey dovey gotta make this moeny
So i can get my thug on and pimp the world
Shorty just hold on and ima put you in girl
You're mad sweet and plus you look good like a mutha fucka
But ima playa and not just a one woman lova
I'm all about skins, diamonds and g notes
I aint tryin to hit dis one girl now but you never know

Yeah ok but i wanna have your love tonight
And ya know that i'm gonna do you right
I know that romance just aint a thang
But if you give me time we can do this ?here this way

2 - is it good girl, as it really sounds girl
Or is it game that youre puttin in my mind girl
I understand that you wanna spend time girl
Just keep it real and i wouldn't even mind girl

Repeat 1

Verse two:

Aiyyo i'ma thug honey, pushin a ? blue montero
Through the roughest part of any ghetto
Packin a you know just in case sum grimy fellows wanna touch my riches
Jiggy'll find 'em in many different muddy ditches
But is this the lifestyle you wanna live love
In a game with only two ways to get up at 'em
Dead or in jail and i aint tryin ta see neitha
Proceed to smoke the ? hold on tight to your heata
Make me a believa, that what you're sayin is sane g
Would you catch a slug for me better yet die for me
Of course not, so don't act like ya would
Shorty rock just keep it real and it's all good
Word up

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

(1 den 2 again)

Repeat 1 till fade

[shyheim]
"sup, how was your ride."
"it was long, but i'm aiiight."
"true, true."
"so you takin care of yourself in here?"
"no question, i gets down for mines."
"yeah i know, i heard a lot about you."
"word? i'm sayin tho-"
"anyway, if you don't mind me askin, how'd you get into alla this?"
"yo, it's a long story..."

I started off light, knockin off y'all packs for this kid pat
He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back
It didn't take long for my clientele to swell
Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail
Cause they couldn't outhustle me so they tried to muscle me
But i ain't pussy y'all i leave em dead like a kennedy
Took a half a year to get a half a brick
My own shit, now i make profit on every flip
No more hand-to-hands, i'm the big man now
Push a black land cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now
I'm smellin all the animos in the air
Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here
What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin
My plan's to roll up in an old black lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin
And i'm a man of my word, word
I seen him on the curb smokin herb
I made the continental swerve
And hopped out and started lettin off shots
And didn't stop until i seen his body drop
Then a nigga like me just skated
I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related
Youknowi'msayin

Chorus: (2x)
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
That's why guns we be totin
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin

I'm on the run from po-po
Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move
My blood pressure's high but i play it calm and smooth
Everybody's my enemy, can't trust no one
The last time i trust a trust i almost got done
So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus
Cause life ain't nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers
I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead
Keep it real is who i pumped into them niggas little heads
My granddad, he used to call me killer now i am
Everybody where i used to chill, fuck them
My mind was playin tricks on me shorty
Once i was like "turn yourself in and do the time" (yo fuck that)
The pigs wanted five, tell my moms i love her
And stay strong and don't fall
I'm in the hands of the lord

Chorus (2x)

Intro: rza, raekwon

Yo *echoes*
Older cats *echoes*
Yo *echoes*
Whassup rae? what's going on son?
Whattup dude?
Yeah, i ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Check it, yo
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
Knowhati'msayin son?
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
Knowhati'msayin son?
Yo son
Of the young shaolin monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go first son

Verse one: shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry cherokees i forever be
On some thug shit, runnin wild through new york city
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where i'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
Cuz the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but i learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if i get front on my nine millimi
Will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live cuz they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Chorus: rza, with rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
You right about that kid
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like star trek
Of the young shaolin monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So yo, youknowhati'msayin son?

Verse two: madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When i think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the mayor, my silencer
Causes niggaz to hush, then i rush, like manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, cash rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, i lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like lone ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, i raise a army like hitler done germans
And become the allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, i begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
As i hang with jehovah's witnesses

Chorus: rza

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young shaolin monks, taking heads with the tongue

Verse three: rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when i rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When i dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and down, i broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Chorus: raekwon, rza

Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhati'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the wu camp
Aiyyo rae, you got killa sin
Youknowhati'msayin?
Madman, shyheim the rugged child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhati'msayin? shaolin forever

Verse four: killa sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at jones beach
In the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more lethal weapons than danny gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
Niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to rza sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin snotty hobbes catch karate chops
Cuz wu-tang live, forever and a day
You better pray for better ways to get away when my beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that aids shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right hand man, myself and the clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my physical one love power crazy real
For all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

Chorus: rza

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young shaolin monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young shaolin monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young shaolin monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Young shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...