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1. _ Face Down
[intro]
Yo fuck that word up man! (word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (afficial nast!)
Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (afficial nast!)
[fredro starr]
Yo
I'm goin straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, i spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, i take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face nast, comin at cha full blast
And capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma
Couldn't care less, you approachin near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
Trapped in america, assassinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your nautica, fuck all of ya!
What?! bringin mc's, yeah, callin ya
Livin like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest nigga reppin for your team
Tear his ass to his spleen, this is suicide queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats!
Styles leave the best dead, i stay breast-fed
And when i die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> ll cool j*}
[sticky fingaz]
Sticky fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational
If i even think you schemin, you know i'm blastin you
I'm too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred g's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with sticky, fredro 'n son
You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'member when i tested, this nigga manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so i pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger
{*click*} ha hah! barrel empty, joke on you jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a new jack
You know where i'm comin from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump
And when it's time to dump and run, i never jump the gun
Or get cold feet, i hold heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me; in six hours i made up four years
Got high shit for your ears;
Sorry somethin that i never felt yo, fingertips made of velcro
You talkin shit like it's a little game
That's now how we get down - 'beef' is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, i ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin shot
Everything i'm spittin hot - i need fame without the bread
Like i need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can't fuck with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea - i'm every star i meet
If you are what you eat, fuck the rookies, rejects
Plainclothes and detect's
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flip
Fuck you frontin for? i seen your bag
With your tail between your leg
Afficial nast in the house that mean you dead!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> ll cool j*}
[sonsee]
You takin a ride, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you los(t) like angeles
You ain't brick, or stucco, or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're bakin today
Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when i bust raps
I rush tracks, and oft' act, buckwild!
Army comin through here nigga, truck style!
Fuck you! fuck the judge! fuck trial!
I'm givin niggaz shattered egos, i keep foes
Or a pet bet they small threat, make 'em eat those!
Deep goes my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and hose your shit
Hit you with the fireworks, you see the stars bangin
I really bang you, and prepare you for god's angels
It's not on humble, but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go, and now you know
Experience, from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin ya, interior
With nervousness, for your services
We cuttin off your circulation and deaden ya purposes!
We them niggaz you can't fuck with, rain or shine
All mics i slain yo' kind, changed the mind
Of those thinkin of playin theyrself, next
Is etched, in stone, you motherfuckers gettin blown!
{*scratched "face down on the pavement" -> ll cool j*}
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2. _ Veronica
[fredro starr (sticky fingaz) {sonsee}]
(yo what's up baby?)
Ay yo stick man, shit is fucked up!
(who the fuck this?)
It's fuckin fredro man!
(yo yo yo, turn the muthafuckin music down god.)
It's my fuckin word, sticky, man!
(yo what's up nigga?)
Muthafuckas wetted everything out there.
(what the fuck you talkin about?)
Muthafuckas is dead, son!
(yo yo, calm down nigga, calm down!)
Word to fuckin mother man!
(just tell me what happened, god.)
It had to be about eight o'clock (uh huh, uh huh)
When niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
(what? who got shot?)
My little nigga bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I heard he might not survive (aw, damn)
He caught one in his leg
Two shots hit him in his upper (what?)
Part of his chest, two inches above his vest
Heard you next (i'm next?)
That's the word in the projects
(what? them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the ak, and my two nines with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at veronica's)
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga i'm out
{let me talk to him, let me talk to him}
Yo yo stick hold up, yo yo yo stick, talk to son
(aight, aight) don't even wet that done, yo i'm bringin mad guns
{ay yo stick, that's my word
It might be them niggas from riverside
Cuz i heard they knew somethin
About how my little nigga died}
(who who, little dave with the red car?)
{yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head}
(aight aight, get the big shit, no bullshit, it's time to flip
And i'll see y'all niggas later, be safe)
{no doubt, aight kid}
Then they jumped in the expo
Aiyyo son slow down, we got mad techs yo
Fuck that i'm vexed yo!
Yeah i know, i know but chill, let alone and chill
We meet the gods so we can bill on these niggas for real
It was a half an hour drive 'fore they finally arrive
Veronica came to the door, she smiled and said
[veronica]
Hi, hi! step inside, get out the rain get dry
Sticky's in the back playing pool by the sauna
[fredro starr (sticky fingaz) {sonsee} *veronica*]
We stepped in the back all i smelled was marijuana
(yo what's up?) yo nigga what's up
(you know i don't give a fuck
Them niggas time's up
You got them two nines or what?)
No doubt, i bought it all out
{kid i'm ready to go to war!}
(ay yo yo yo, chill let's play it smart
And catch em by surprise
We'll do it on the ninjas
In the mornin before the sunrise
Ay yo veronica, *yes?* yo gimme some beers
And cook me some food, i'm starvin)
*ok, alright darlin*
Yo stick, what's up with this bitch?
(i'm startin to like this chick)
Yo she a bad bitch
{yeah, plus her dad is rich}
(yo fuck it, rack it up
C'mon lemme bust your ass
Nine ball)
Yeah aight, put your money where your mouth is
Winner take all
{ay yo, i got next, pass me a beck's and a philly
Cuz this l we bout to puff is for my nigga billy}
A hour passed
*dinner's ready* what's to eat?
*i made spaghetti in clam sauce*
(see? she know i'm the damn boss)
*i'ma go upstairs and lay down
You guys enjoy your meal*
{yo how many rooms this spot got? this crib is ill}
Ay yo this food is slammin, god
She cook like she black
(yeah, and after this i'ma go upstairs and tear out her back)
*it's me, veronica. yeah they're all here right now
Ok, alright*
(veronica? *huh?* who was that?)
*oh, oh just my dad*
(c'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin so sad?
You want daddy to cheer you up?
You know you like when i spank you
So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles)
(after three nut, then fell the fuck out
Cuz in the mornin gotta take care of this b-i
No doubt)
Wake up motherfuckers!
[fredro starr]
Oh shit! what did i see?
Five niggas pointin guns at me (.?.) and sonsee
*fuck that! shut the fuck up!
Nigga get the fuck on the floor!*
Hit me dead in the jaw
With the chrome four four
[sticky fingaz]
Woke up the next mornin, couldn't hardly sleep last night
Oh shit my two nines is missin, wait somethin ain't right
Where the fuck that bitch go? damn that hoe!
Wait, i know, that bitch in the kitchen praly makin me something to eat
But still wearin my heat
Fuck it i'ma wake these niggas up so we can go hit the street
I went downstairs, couldn't believe my eyes
I seen veronica with three guys twice my size
They all had guns but i was gatless
Last thing i saw was the kid with the scar
And then i seen blackness
Remember thinkin, how the fuck they know?
Oh, veronica
Oh, veronica, veronica
[repeat 6x]
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3. _ The Worst
Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)
[raekwon]
Eh, yo
Staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop
Nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
Yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time
Play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
Watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit
You know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit
War drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
Spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
My shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
Plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
Yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
My techinique, roller in the road, gold league
You know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
Rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
That nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
[fredro starr, (x-1)]
Yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
Heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
Rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
You knock this, bust a shot
Don't miss, you better knock this
(x-1 while out and watch this
Til your eyes turn red with blotches
Eatin scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
I cross the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
Lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
On the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
Trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
I'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
X million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
For seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
Sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on
Keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
From here to battery parts)
Chorus: [odb {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
First things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3)
You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man
[suave]
Still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
Splash your class, mash your staff
What, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
Hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
In the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
Def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
Shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
Twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee
Full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
For your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass
Tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
[killa sin]
We be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
Cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
My whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
Killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
This terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
Canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists
Wu build like construction and bang like precusion
On the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
Chorus x2
[method man, (sticky fingaz)]
(holy shit, who the fuck is that)
It's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
I got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)
And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
(because it's the new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin over music)
Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
For survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
Chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
Lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
Home on the range
(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
We go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
(8-ball in the corner pocket)
We snatch wallets off the white college
The big apple forever rotten
Now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
(so what the bullet clot)
Pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
Major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
Stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
Them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers
My moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers
Turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
Enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read
(and rip their whole crew to a shread
I got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love
(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
We throw slugs (you ain't no thug
I earn every god damn penny that i got
Son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin
Jack me, i'll murder you)
Chorus
Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)
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4. _ Cops
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5. _ One Nation (skit)
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6. _ For Nothin' (skit)
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7. _ Take That
[sticky fingaz]
Seem like the only thoughts would be negative
But shit, i'd never give, i need a sedative
I'mma forever live, the one and only, murderer
Defeat, i never heard of that
Push ya head furtha back, gettin that, word to gat
The most coatable, a number two of niggas when there's a show to do
You know the true official nast niggas, i blow a hole in you
I'm sellin tracks not cracks, you buyin or what?
Cuz i be in your crib right now, tyin you up
Corams jack ya house, put the gat to your spouse mouth
And clean the place, kill the kids, do they see my face?
It's the cream i taste, anything in my way bein erased
We the menaces who raise the most hell
Onyx in the bible, genesis 2, verse 12
And that's the life, that i lead
Niggas walk around town like they can't bleed
So take that, where your heart is at
So take that, yeah, what
Take that and that and that and that and that
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8. _ It Was Onyx (skit)
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9. _ React
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard official nastee airlines, flight 188
Intro/chorus: onyx
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? baby throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
(repeat 2x)
[bonifucco]
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
And got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive
To cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
Tech blows, i only put a hole in your leg so..
Ladies and gentlemen
[sonsee]
It's going on right now
Official nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin on sonsee's not in the day
All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates
Be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit
Chorus
[fredro starr]
Yo, yo
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
[50 cent]
The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
In a dash i snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing i ever lost i couldn't find was time
Son some crackers locked me up that's how i lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50
Chorus
[x-1]
Fuck the rap skit, x and the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga
From coast to coast i keep the toast
My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless
Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist
[sticky fingaz]
Ahhhhhhhh i seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the glock
About to join biggie and 'pac and you comin like it or not
Get off me! let me go, don't hold me back
Where my real thugs at? baby throw ya gat!
Sticky fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Chorus
Killin it (2x)
Chorus
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard official nastee airlines, flight 188
[?]
Word up yo, official nast'
Gettin cream, onyx, we move with the many crews
We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down
Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? stick your shit up
What? bring yo' shit to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Official nast', shuttin shit down -- what?!
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard official nastee airlines, flight 188
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10. _ Shut 'em Down Remix
Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official naz got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, big pun holdin' it~ down,
This is it now,
You get shut down
[verse 1: noreaga]
Yo, aiyyo i smoke weed from housin pa, phillies is hot one
Niggaz betta stop dunn, or catch a hot one
I'm like the top gun, mohawk shit
Rock my hat back, as long you don't fuck with onyx
Then you safe in iraq, i like to dubba(??)
All of my niggaz, we tear the cover up
From iraq to bal-ti-more
We do a song keep the shit fuckin ghetto like a hood see-saw
So what what, fuckin dick, what's the recall for?
Yo, every other week you got a brand new law
Yo them crackheads not, knowin what to do wit they time
That's why they really wanna focus on iraq crime
So what what, fuck you nigga yo we takin shine
[verse 2]
Shut 'em down second wave desert bx style
We rep wow
Up(??) hoes be ya mom's dead child
Fucked up
Like blowin fed trial
Its set now
Get blown down
You sped
Blow,
Exile
My cartel drop shells
Burn a 100 l's
You frail
We raise hell
You niggaz get blazed well
You get closed now
Hosed down
Verbal semi mad a cap
With a henny habit
Amurk any static
Like a madman,
Goin postal, postal
Touch mics
Froze you fuck it
Son i gosu(??)
[verse 3]
Word up,
Im not a killa i just bust a lot
Run in the spot,
With a rusted glock
Then i bust a shot
Its not a game
Don't be in it for life
Shit is hot son
Send em to christ
Surrender ya ice
Criminal life is dangerous ill
Trained to kill in the stainless steel
You're brain spilled
The game is real
You playin wit death
Got grimy niggas that'll label you west
And lay you to rest
South(??) suicide wake the dead
Hate is spread ??
Spread three eights and let it raise ya head
Jail bound eternally hell bound
22 shots of shell round rock ya head in the ground
Noreaga: so what what
Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, big pun holdin' it~ down,
This is it now,
You get shut down
[verse 4: big pun]
Yo i'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural
Don't make me blast you with a rubic(??) capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of koopa's castle
I turn ya soon to statue like medusa's lookin at you
Produce the future raps
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when i use the bathroom
Wipe my asshole with pages straight out the book of matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now i'm locked in position ready to rock with convictio
Chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to onyx i miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most volatle addition
-breaks in
[verse 5: sticky fingaz]
Now sticky fingaz, i'm still alive
That mean the greatest rapper of all time ain't never died
I'm underground
Too hard for the radio
Mtv won't even play my video
They scared to death motha fuckas tryin to ban me
I'm the one who told ol' dirty to shut down the grammys
You think they thinkin kid well me stick
I burn all o' ya
I don't care if puffy do ya remix!
I'm crazy, runnin up in def jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty i'm a hold russell for ransom
I'll make you sleep where the worms do
I couldn't care less if you ate shit and died and turned blue
Niggaz like us gonna bring the game back
There's so many wack rappers out here i don't know where to aim at
I swear to god ain't nobody touchin me
Next time you see me gonna be the last thing you ever see
Word up
Chorus:
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, big pun holdin' it down
This is it no
You get shut down
This is it now,
You get shut down
Official nas got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, big pun holdin' it down
This is it now,
You get shut down
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11. _ Raze It Up
Sticky fingaz: official naz takeover
Chorus:
Yo, yo, official naz comin' through betta raze it up
All my hoods' on the block better raze it up
All my peoples locked up better raze up
You better raze it up
You better raze it up
(sonsee)
Yo yo
Lyrical assault
Mics outlined in chalk
Gun talk, homicide in new york
Caught a raw deal, horror amityville
Hand me the steel, breathe in ya' man to get killed
Put a knife to the love of ya' life,
Put a slug in ya' wife
Blood on ya ice
Mud on my knife
Drug price, chain snatch cocaine crack
Goin they jacks with the gat blow ya brains back
Switchin' lanes and drop vests
Blow the top of the jet
Cock and wet you rocked for death
Driveby's pain in eyes painting black lines
All the way live
Guns in the sky
Move and die
Survivin' niggaz leave you left for death
One in ya head
Runnin from feds
Drugs under ya bed
Crime kills blast rhyme skills like nine mills
So nigga dead
Cuz i kill so what
Chorus:
Official naz comin' though betta' raze it up
Where my real thugs at you betta' raze it up
All my villains with the checks you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz' comin' through you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get wet you betta' raze it up
If you from the projects you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
(fredro starr)
Right now, we gonna hit you up with the joints like bow
Blast nasty
Fight pow
Styles takin' you to the bank
Me crew always pack shanks??
Lick that clit in a 600 benz tint
These degrees is hot
Mc's get got
Comin ta tangle from wild angles
Get mangled
Buck fifty game is blow you
Till ya moms won't know you
It take 2 cheap niggaz just to sell you
Its arrested then, me and my crew
It won't be beautiful,
All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that
Words hit you like a semi-gat
Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme that
So core tight it was house
Complicated in death
Me and my killas still here
And yo ass is out
We up out the gutters
And let you get touched
Its such, blood rush
Raze it up!
Chorus:
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
Everybody from the streets betta' raze it up
And if you holdin heat you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All the willies at the bar ya betta' raze it up
If you bouncin in ya car ya betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
(sticky fingaz)
Sticky fingaz
Madman, tear down stages
Ain't nobody dead or alive who could get with me and my rages
Throw my clip in a gat and i'm sick of this yap
And i'm ready to bust a cap
And if you happen
Ya niggaz will get shot fuck the rap
Get ya ass kicked
Set you up or get you blasted
Closed gasket
I'm the bald headed bastard
Black dust gave me black lungs
I pack guns
Im used to action like dodgin' bullets over crack funds
Reaction!
Blaze the mack 10
Shogun
I could spot the sheisty villains cuz it take one to know one
Remove my mask and reveal myself
Heal myself,
If i was you i would kill myself
So play dead eyes stay red
Spray lead
I'm way fed and ain't leavin without they head
Son holders they bout to get roughed up what
When you see me all you hear is: (gunshot kinda noises)
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
All my shorties in the spot you betta' raze it up
If you don't wanna get shot you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Official naz comin through ya betta' raze it up
When you see the cops come you betta' raze it up
East coast west coast you betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
You betta' raze it up
Sticky fingaz: what?!
Onyx: word up raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
Word~ up raze it up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce
C'mon word up raze it up
Dj scratching "raze it up"
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12. _ Fuck Dat
[fredro starr]
Yo! turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial nasty niggas...fuck dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what i'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' all city 'n shit!
Word up! yo mega, fuck dat!
Rip that brooklyn shit nigga!
[j. mega, (fredro starr)]
What? what? what? what? what? what?
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, i want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, i'm sippin' on corona, keep my carpet coma
The east new york soldier, what?
(fuck dat! that's the all city shit!
Yo greg valentine!)
[greg valentine, (fredro starr), {sticky fingaz}]
Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what i got
As if, that ain't enough, for jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(all city what, all city what?! fuck dat!
Yo sticky) {wassup nigga?}( come here nigga, fuck dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {i want some new shit!}
(afficial nast! what?!!)
[sticky fingaz, (fredro starr)]
Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' wack shit! i cut out ya tongue son! i'm in this rap shit for the lovesong!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? you don't want none!
But regardless, readin' wildest, you get da mildest!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya guts!, and hope that ya die!
If you're not allah, then yo' ass gotta frie!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up big time, you should've finished me off nigga!
(what?! fuck dat! fuck dat!
Afficial nast what up?!
Yo lefty, i got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo fuck dat! step up and shit....)
[bubba smith, (fredro starr), {x-1}]
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the big apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, i'm closin' now shut, i don't give a fuck about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, i'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press g-o
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, i was drugged up, in a sixth still shittin' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody try to here missin'
(fuck dat! yo x -1 nigga!) {what nigga?}
(ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {what what, what, what?!}
(fuck dat! afficial nasty niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! that niggas is dead!)
[x - 1, (fredro starr)]
All you crack niggaz, i don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, x is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(they hate that shit nigga! what?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! fuck dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid i'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, x-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!
[fredro & sticky fingaz]
Fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!
Fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!
Fuck dat! fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!
Fuck dat! afficial nast nigga!
Word up! fuckin' all city!
Muthafuckin' onyx!
Muthafuckin' fredro starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' sonsee nigga! what da fuck is up?!
Yo sticky, wassup nigga?! gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba smith 'n shit! back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (know what i'm sayin?!)
Dj ls, afficial nast nigga! fuck any dj,yo fuck dat! (any dj nigga! afficial nast!)
Word up, fuck dat! niggaz don't know! my muthafuckin' broher is sayin', fuck dat!
Big chris, fuck dat! niggaz ain't seein' shit! afficial nast! yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*car rushin' away*)
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13. _ Black Dust
Official......nas......niggas!
Word up
Somethin new for you
[?]
Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
(?) rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
Guns like butch cassidy, nasty like dick dastardly
As i be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot)
Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like jesse owens
Make you throw in, the towel, i will
Do all sorts of moves through all sports
Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it's us
Official, nastee, the aggy still ghastly
You triple s nigga, soft sexy and sassy
We crash, i break your cast, and yes, we get busy
I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
I'm shitty, i diarrehea on the globe
Fire flee up on your clothes
And like 'squito up on your hoe
In case you didn't know, i stay free flow
Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga
Be, go figure
[chorus:]
For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me
For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
[?]
Yo, black dust, miraculous
Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us
Shit's lush, shit we lust, is plush, lexus
My techs bust, your guns rust, to god trust
Walk the path righteous, priceless
Nigga you shine like ice crushed
You get your shit bust, no more to discuss
Nigga's jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us
The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
Niggas is whack, we pack dust
Official nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us
[?]
Umm, my gun's wettin, like a open hydrant
Got you hidin, from shots firin
From hot iron
You gotta realize, your block's dyin
Put skis on your knees and start sliding
My clock's timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin
I'm eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
You're not lyin, superstar then a dine in
Your insides cryin, rip your outside in
[chorus] (repeats)
Schemin in the back
See i'm schemin in the back
[sticky fingaz]
Act like you don't know, i put you in the choke hold
Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco
I still get respect if i had no dough
Sport polo, always keep a low pro
If it's a promo, this nigga here no show
About my no low, i never drive slo-mo
Faster than go go, if it ain't me it's so so
Kick in your door, wavin the four four
All you hear is shots until there ain't no more
Hit you with the low blow, you can't go toe toe
I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and new york city
Hellhole
Still in they jail clo'
Old school niggas with kango, and shell toe
Mix hats with hydro, and cocoa
How you gonna fuck with my click if you can't fuck with me solo?
Checkmate, no go
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14. _ Street Nigguz
Chorus(x2):
[all] street niggaz
[sticky fingaz] gettin' high all the time
[all] street niggaz
[sticky fingaz] fuck beef and draw the nine
[all] street niggaz
[sticky fingaz] always yellin' fuck the cops
[all] street niggaz
[sticky fingaz] we the niggaz that call the shots
[x-1]
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips
While in out with bloods and crips, on some shit
Leavin' you ripped is totally sick
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?
Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck
Never know what to expect
Respect a hole in you chest
My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps
The way that i'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you
Off the top
Make money off of rocks
On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops
Whose the next street star? kid, you love to be next
But it's x-1, kid, in a luxury Lex
Wit' a ghetto type style
Heat for beef that we can settle right now
Street niggaz
Chorus(x2)
[fredro starr]
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed
Smoke to the ropes
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap
Bust four guns, off the roof, trick
Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night
Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in
Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for eight, suffocate
Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the jake
We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers
Robbin' liquor stores
?rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass
Fuck work, nigga take cash
Wit' the quick ???
Open cases, wit' razors
They open faces
Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, sky pagers
Chrome rims and loud systems
So what the light? you make the white
People listen you five days out the prison
We...
Chorus(x2)
[sonsee]
Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act
Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that
We back, we at the place, contact react
Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats
For violation of ???, whichever come first
Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge
In suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early
Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours
Up in the expo, ?e bowel?
For beef, the heat, the vowel
Caught up in them street showers
Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks
The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick
Street niggaz regulatin'
Doe and hoes and north states, and flip whips
High speed car chases
The inner belly beast dwellin'
Born and raised, extortin' for days
Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed
Chorus(x2)
[sticky fingaz]
I'm a street nigga
Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains
They call me sticky fingaz, how you think i got my name?
This is not a game, kid i know my math
I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass
I don't give a fuck!
The nigga here's to rugged
I pull out my dick and take a piss in public
Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all i do
Fuck bitches, get money, was all i knew
Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates
I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist
Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head
You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head
I got no respect for life
My mom's on drugs
You scared to look me in the eyes, i roll wit' nothin' but thugs
I'm so trife
Hope i can live another night
And i fear no man, i swear on my mother's life
'cuz i'm a...
[all] street nigga
Chorus (without first 'all' sentence)
[all]street niggaz (faded)
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15. _ Ghetto Starz
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Word up, what i wanna know
Yo, i'm a rapper turned rock star
What, what, what, what
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Yo, yo, yo
[fredro starr]
I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
What y'all? the black prop with the crowbar
No plates off the lot it costs a lot
You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
Money don't stop long as i stay hot
Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
Nigga not too thick, the fold, i'm dipped in gold
You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
What part you don't understand? i'm the man nigga
Chorus: mr. cheeks (repeat 2x)
Why not? makin moves and gettin money with my team
We them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dream
Official nas, here to get up in that ass
Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
[?]
Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
Grab the mic, handle your business
This here is for official niggas only, no beginners
About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
You feel me in my crazy world, i only deal with sinners
Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
You violate nigga, i swear i tear you out the frame
Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough queens
With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
[?]
Official nas, and l-b fam
Bringin you the jam from the queen-shy to get green-shy
Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
That's a rapper that it's official, track for track
I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
Any member of my crew'll roze you
Number one spot, took that
Onyx show, book that
Got a bet, better know where to put that
[chorus] x 2
[sonsee]
I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out
So you see that, you better shut your mouth
I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me
Now i'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me
I got a ghetto mentality
If a nigga front, i'm gattin 'em
I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
I be the same man, rich or poor
Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
Outside i got the infa, in the ferrari cockpit
Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit
You rockless, nina you ain't got no props
Let me see you at the awards this years, i blow your spot
Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
Fuck that, as of now onyx back in the mack
We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
Yo, who got next? who got first?
I'm god son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
[chorus] x 4
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16. _ Overshine *
* hidden track after "the worst"
[sticky fingaz]
Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack
From vange hill to moon, you touch me, i got to get you back
Roll on the stolen v's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand
Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted
On some shit that get you burnt throats
Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
Never been b-rated, my 5 plated, is how i get fights
I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
[chorus: all city]
I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin
The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
To all my true livin dogs and my soho
[fredro starr]
Don't talk about it, make it happ'
Don't fake it chap
The hennecy act, got you light gat
You wanna block, try to hold nine
Son you livin on my time, don't try to overshine
Play your p, play your position
I stay with g, stay on a mission
Precisely, good, wit game, i'm nicely
Shifftee son, still shiesty
You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun
If you can count your money, you ain't got none
And bitches beat they game tight
Baby, get the name right, see g. comin, like a train light
And niggas be don pretending
But i'm armed and bendin, so they can get the john lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
[chorus]
[sonsee]
My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation
With alphastation of lyric lacin, for all occasions
Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents
Makin niggas past tense, it's consequence
All i see around me, makes up the place
But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased
Don't waste, a thought, thinkin
I ain't gon' be bringin the guns that grants hole
To my body, dead and stinkin
Watch as i back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash
Catch the hash blast, when i puff the black wrath
Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made
Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
[chorus]
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17. _ Shut 'em Down
Straight up nigga
Motherfuckin southside nigga (word up)
[sf] brooklyn what!
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (word up word up)
Yeah, yeah
You know what we fin' to do
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Yeah, yo.. word up, yo
[sf] it's time to take over the world!
Chorus: repeat 4x
Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down
[onyx - 1]
Official nast', i'm tired of these.. yo, yo, yo
Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylin
Slain rapper's body found washed up, on coney island
When i rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When i pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out
Then i broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when i fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid i'm goin all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it! got a gun, bust it!
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin where the dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of death
Asked the lord for forgiveness
When i did this, there was not no witness
But he should understand -- cause even god got a shit list
[sonsee]
Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, i spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust
Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush
Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack
Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like kojak
Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that
Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crack
Better know me, one-three, one and only
Could be never phony in any ceremony, i'll tear you homey
(shut 'em down!) sonsee's taking your time, making your mind
Baddest nigga on the low defecatin with rhymes
Breakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worry
I'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip!
Chorus
[dmx]
Uhh.. uhh, uhh
Aiyyo i bet you this motherfuckin double barrel'll blast his face
Be on the lookout - for a basketcase
Niggaz pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin shit is sweet
Now you up shit's creek, cause your shit's weak
How much is your life worth to someone important, cause i be extortin
Kidnappin for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of gordon, niggaz was gettin robbed
The guy from rikers height stayed on his job, with his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so soon?
Worth makin my shit go boom, ?? your own doom?
Fill them graveyards, til there's no room?
Fuck you know about a pine box? money goin out with nine glocks
On top between that same nigga, when they pull out spray nine shots
Feel like killin for your crew? i ain't gon' rest
It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest
You best get on some, act your age shit
You a little kid, that run for faces
More niggas get killed like that than a little bit
[sticky fingaz]
Ayy man sticky
F-i-n-g-a-z the crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and days
And grazin amazin i'm the guy that's lacin
Purple hazin, hard to be pahsin lord all this hell that i'm raisin
God of the underground, i'm gunnin em down with a thunder pound
We gonna (shut 'em down!) we turn shit dumb quick when the gun click
Lyin incubine pursed and lyin on your dick
In the morgue admit it dogs i'm the rottweiler my glock holla
Fuck cocaine killa i sniff gunpowder
So all you real willies throw your roley's in the sky
Now all my crooks, rob them players outside!
I'm so hype, i'll take yo' life, better have my dough right
And fuck five mics, i don't need no mic!!!!!
{*trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures*}
What?!?!?! bring it!!!! shut 'em down!
Chorus 2x
[sticky fingaz]
What?? bring it!
Official nast' shut 'em down!
Word up boy, bout to shut down the whole industry
Official nast', dmx, we wreckin ery'thing!
So shut up! or you get shut down! like the rest of them!
Pussy!
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18. _ Rob And Vic
*two gun shots*
It's a story about two brothers, rob and vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
In the rotten apples of new york city
This story takes place, in 1993
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch em up quick
If he scream, i'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to shut him up
So i can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices i've been hearin
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo god he moved -- but i lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? that's the way our momma died
Is you with me i'ma slide
[both]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
Chorus: *sung*
For the love of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
Now everytime i hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face i see i think he after me
Supposedly
We was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we goin bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred g's alone on his gold card
His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
Anyway
On our way there, i'm feelin bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
With vicks that we stuck from way back, up on atlantic
The way them niggaz lookin god they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way i feel
In a state to kill i wanna watch him die
Wait and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two l's later
In a bed-stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready kick the door
Off the hinges
Bust shots right
Only thing i saw was a nigga four-four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
And tell me where the loot's at
He said, "i'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
To the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at least 500 k
Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the husband out
And we went for self
Chorus
Yo, we fuckin came off!
Word
The plan was splendid
'cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to miami
Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
It all started when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different person is what i'm startin to see in you
'member when we had the new lex
With the two techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin stout
Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white
And in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, fuck that!
You my little brother and we came out the same pussy
But i'ma kill you, you dummy, you fucked up my money!
Nah, the money fucked you up
Tryin to say the money changed me?
What you think, i'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!
How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that! you cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck i'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga i ain't puttin down shit
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
Fuck that nigga!
It don't gotta be this way man
What nigga? it gotta be this way!
It don't gotta be like this man!
It gotta be nigga!
Then go ahead and pull the trigger!!
Think i won't? fuck you!
You know you ain't gon' do it!
Fuck you! *gun blasts*
Chorus cont. with - don't let money change you.. - before fade
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