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1. _ Smokey Skit (bless The Mic)
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2. _ M-pire Shrikez Back
[intro: starang wondah]
For real, y'all, word up
Hennyville guzzla, my nigga major blood
I roll with the muthafuckin leader, big rock
And the first and last general of this m.f.c. shit, sean p.
Doc holiday, the underboss
And i am the commander in chief of all operations, william h.
For life, y'all, word up
[louieville sluggah]
Live and direct, straight from the projects
Will and hennyville, i'm lookin for the flyest
One night stand, out there to match my seats with
And if it's good, then i'll see her on the weekend
Page beepin, my will is slow leakin
Checkin little sis, she just got that ass beatin
[starang wondah]
Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always kick that
Shit that, make your bitch hot
Word up, my man hardcore, always actin like he never see cash
Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat clash
And bitches bumrushin me, feelin me without touchin me
Aiyo i step off stage, the crowd can't get enough of me
My crew walks out, aiyo turn this war into a talk out
We ain't beggin 'em, yo craig and them, bring the chalk out
Y'all sometimey, try and act like ya grimy
Knowin damn well, ya come behind me
You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2 chicks
Wit the windows up tinted, givin them two dicks
[louieville sluggah]
Yo niggas ain't stoppin us from soda poppin
Bob marley spliffs, with the fly whip coppin
Money in my pocket, chicken heads flockin
Niggas stay watchin, systems stay rockin
[starang wondah]
The m.f.c. for life, in this i do double
From brownsville, big will'll stay in the trouble
Sorry, my nigga, i didn't mean to burst ya bubble
But i hit that bitch, i didn't know you was a couple
Will with the skill so ill, it's that's pure
Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a cure
And it's on
[chorus 2x: rock]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cuz i'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
They ask you, did you deed, stuck your key
You tell them m.f.c. for ya life
[thunderfoot]
It's impossible, to stop the money, who lyric ox you
I leave more niggas face down, then guliani cops do
My crew, he comin out to you movin that mach 2
I nerve block every pressure point, like i knew kung fu
On my name, with squattin ya keg, and i had a son too
Strap up, cuz you don't know how many dicks they broads run through
And my m.f.c., look they norman serve
Yo pass that hennyville real, so i can feel the swerve
And start earnin up words, and pushin whips on the curb
I start reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you heard
Super blind side, multiply to the third
My word is bond like james, you spit game, i spit flame
And while you playin around, i'm takin aim
I feed you information, til i overload ya brain
And your body shut down and goin in shock from the pain
First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come rain
[chorus]
[starang wondah]
All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground that i walk on
I bless these mics that i talk on
Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya can't find it
Lookin out for what will say, nigga rewind it
This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra flossy
Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview
Leave you in the dust without a gun to bust
Make your ass forever regret, fuckin wit us
[louieville sluggah]
The name henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
Couldn't be any one out there like henny (god damn right)
You can bet that on your life, front your wife
For real, will wanna slice, is like lewinski
Given hed to prez and vice (she too nice)
Forever twist the law for life
M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we want (got that right)
And bob mar' swab, droppin bloodshed into blessing
Came in the name of love, so nigga, flame it up
I caught pain from the breakup, yo i had to regain
I'm checkin shorty with the make-up
My number one thought of course, bout when she wake up
Six in the morn', still i'm chasin paper
[chorus 3x]
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3. _ Slo Mo
[louieville sluggah]
God damn, look at missy missy
She actin hot and sigie, i'm gonna catch them titties
Oh come kitty kitty, i'm in the store with bell
I asked her if she miss me
I need change quickly, papi can you split this fifty
She started small talk, like "where you been"
I cut her short, it's where i'll be with you and your friends
You see girl, i ain't you average man, runnin a million
On an island, puffin spliffs with gilligan
Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks
I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop
And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees
Higher counts we had, bbq on nude beach
Your word becomes a v, you crack a smile now
Then find out later, bitch, it ain't shit funny
Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin
Movin wit my niggas and best to playboy bunnies
[starang wondah]
Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends
Yo, i know you have a man, can't you have friends
Wanna look me up and down, sayin "it depends"
Aiyo, i treat you like a queen, til i hit the skins
Cuz i look good, like your man wish he could
Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood
Big muthafuckin will, from the m.f.c.
I roll a bob marley up, and pass the hennecy
Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up
Got chills goin down ya spine, i heat it up
Gotta get where i'm goin, and fast
Speed it up, i feel a hotel elevator beam me up
I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up
Get your all your friends through and double team me up
I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic
Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet
O.g.c. put it down like this
From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up
[louieville sluggah]
Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy
Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me
All up on your tv, blastin in your cd
Hits like damn, the world love them niggas g.c.
Let's get together, if da storm, change the weather
Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters
I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like velcro
Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow
Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow
Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no
See i can understand, that's what the average do
So later on, out the window to the avenue
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4. _ Joe Clair (skit)
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5. _ Set Sail
Chorus: hennyville
Set sail off, we going to the world
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl
Lovely in naps, i got no time for curls
Cause', nothing can stop this like duke of earl
Set sail off, we going to the world
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl
Lovely in naps, i got no time for curls
Cause', destination: mfc, the world
[hennyville]
I puff la 'til i die, mommy don't ask why
I roll up and puff, and put it down like such
And roll another dutch, this nigga never get enough
It sounds wicked, like when ya ville's still pack a biscuit
A free week from studio and shows
All i needs is me a check, and extra ends or dough
Run up in my hoe, bang her walls
Then i, bust off cause' i can't take no more
Then i, flee with my p-e-o-p-l-e
With love up in my background, yellin, "come back henny!"
A nigga 550 in an off-way milleni-um
I made a promise, told her, "i'll be back, come gimme some." (mwwah)
That's the way it's supposed to fly
Either with me or against me, until i die
'ville slug kill jugs of henny, puffing plenty
If i see some love in the street i like
I tell her, "gimme some."
Chorus
[top dog]
My day starts, my mission moves me closer to the door
It's sunny outside, yo son, say no more
My chest achin' from the smoke that i was takin', in
Yo, please pass no green weed again
Because it's nasty, i don't give a fuck, let it pass me
The last one that gave me that shit, must of been gassed, b
Sayin, "just smoke." that's all that y'all do
I read it up in the source, in vibe arti-cle, hard to do
The things that come naturally, how can it be?
Police is coming after me!
Driving my whip, i had to put out my spliff
Crack the rooftop, and let all the smoke go out
Chorus
[starang wondah]
Aye yo, niggas tried to play my crew
And got they ass chewed-up
We out here like eighteen-deep (all crewed up)
It was hot outside, i had my shirt off (tatooed up)
Last time i came around (had to fuck some dude up)
My mom said, "damn, boy i think ya heads screwed up."
But now we mfc for life, you know how we do chumps
Yo nigga stay flippin' (why?) cause' starang stay whippin'
Something nice for me and my mfc to sit in
Aye yo, all my gangbangin' niggas everywhere, bang-on
My west-coast niggas, i'll be there soon, hang-on
Niggas mad at dru and buck, cause them niggas put starang on
See me in the streets, now bitches wanna clang on, my dick
See my face up in the mix
I push a gs4 now, but i be pushin' a 6
That nigga starang wondah (william h.) fuck a hummer!
I'ma push this lp (and push another next summer)
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6. _ Sometimey
What what what what (throw it up, throw it up)
N-y-c (come on, word up, word up) brooklyn
William h., o-g-c (you know who, you know who)
[starang]
Yo i'ma look up in the sky, tell my whole crew we done it
Push a gs-400, ball up some new hundreds
Word up, throw it in the air like my crew don't care
Vandeveer in here, plus it's a new year
Ah-huh, whether it's the jordan's, or the wally's i be sportin
Yo i'ma real nigga, so you know we never get caughtin
Ah-huh, bitches just like me, for the shit i rock
And grimey niggas try to get me, for the shit i got
If i was them i wouldn't go there, for real it's too much (too much)
Niggas say that my crew is too tough (too tough)
Plus i smoke the black, hangin out wit william h.
Town to town, bound to sell a million crates
I know everybody out there got they chance to shine
And i'ma real nigga so i'ma just waitin for mine
(chorus)
[starang]
Sometimes i be paid
[top dog]
Sometimes i be broke
[starang]
Sometimes i like to drink
[top dog]
Sometimes i just smoke
[starang]
Sometimes it be this
[top dog]
Sometimes it be that
[starang]
Sometimes i rock sleeves
[top dog]
Sometimes i rock a hat
[top dog]
Sometimes, duckin niggas wit fifty-one shots (pa-poy-poy)
But tonight's the night, the shit don't stop
Smoke pot
Try to front on i, i think not
I rip shops plus get prop from hip-hop
Fools stop, i don't give a fuck call the cops
I put clips in glocks cock back and bust shots
Who's hot?
Tell my niggas to watch the block
Hold the shit down before they ass get knocked
Peace to my niggas in jail, on lock
We tight like stock and caps and ??
We got niggas hooked just like cocaine rock
Big up to the shorties that be givin me props
Don't front cause you know that the dog is top
And that sound bwoy bureill shit was hot
You could meet me at a show or getting played on the box
Make you run and get my shit before my shit go drop
(chorus)
[henny ville]
Sometimes i drive a truck
[starang]
Sometimes i whip a lex
[henny]
Sometimes i'm getting head
[starang]
Most times i'm getting sex
[henny]
Sometimes i be wit starang
[starang]
Sometimes i be wit you
[henny]
Sometimes i'm wit a chick
[starang]
Sometimes i play the crew
[henny]
Son i rock this shit from here all the way to end of cali
Bouncin till i find myself in maui
Hotel room cloudy
Ay yo my niggas do be rowdy
And if anything pop off i say we outy
Won five hundred blunt it into somethin
This big black u-e-s-l-t beats is huntin
Spread the motto i tell my niggas keep it comin
If it wasn't for this shit i bet we be hustlin
Can't be locked in get a job moppin
Blowin up the jack tryin to call cochran
(chorus)
[starang]
Sometimes we duck down
[henny]
Sometimes it's in the club
[starang]
Sometimes they playa hate
[henny]
Sometimes they show us love
[starang]
Sometimes i buy gold
[henny]
Sometimes i buy ice
[starang]
Sometimes it's bummy jab
[henny]
Sometimes it's sean price
[top dog]
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Pussy boy then retreat
All the rude boy then retreat
M-f-c come to take over
Retreat all the pussy boy then retreat
M-f-c come to take over
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
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7. _ From The Table To The Label (skit)
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8. _ Suspect Niggaz
[starang wondah]
Yo it's that real nigga shit
That make the real niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out they whips
So i been fresh like the prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, i ain't been the same since
You know how bitch niggas in the industry
Pretend to be a friend of me
In the long run, becomin enemies
R.i.p. wet capone, who got jooked up
Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., they all shook up
Me and henny think this o.g.c. is booked up
Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)
They better ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
Yo ass get down, starang say blast them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive guns
[louieville sluggah]
Aiyo some chick asked her home girl "who is he?"
She said "you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly
Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
G.c. til the day i d, all night but it up, m.f.c. for life
Niggas i looked up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
Grab ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, cuz our days gettin sunny
Aiyo i put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit home
[starang wondah]
Yo, who hit starang wondah, relation and stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to m-o-b-b
Should ya work hard, to us comes easy
Don't want beef here, no prob come see me
[top dog big kahuna]
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf
I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black
Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at? bucktown muthafuckas
Who are we? m.f.c., bitch niggas
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
[buckshot]
Let's take a walk through park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin these streets of brook-lan
Is similar to vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm especially when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
Buck never quit, i walk the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me
Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93
Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
Cock quick, nigga watch this
[havoc]
I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens
Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or house of snitches
Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
Four building, what 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit ready to cock
Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes
Number one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, god bless, that was quick, to hold mine
[starang wondah]
I wet my man, big hav from the m-o-b-b
Hennyville, buckshot my man d-o-g
Should ya work hard, for us comes easy
Ya want beef, no prob come see me
O.g.c., mobb deep, brownsville and qb
Pocket change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.
Bob marley spliff, crack open the hennecy
You want beef here, no prob come see we
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9. _ Shoot To Kill
New york , word up , check it out,
Wanna let yall know why we here tonight,
And all the ladies, for real y'all throw it up,
Word up, yo why we came tonight,
And all the niggas, for real, word up,
This is real yo, why we here tonight,
It's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word up,
It's on y'all, yo son yo...
Check this shit out,
This year niggas put up or get out,
Fore' i put the hit out,
Have me smack shit out,
These bitch ass niggas,
It make em all spit out,
Blood and teeth,
Yo what the fuck y'all want beef?
Word up, i roll heavily in my lx 470,
Pull up at all the spots,
Make my enemies remember me,
I jet from the scene,
Spliff in the sunset,
I get out ya friends and i ain't go for my gun yet,
Ain't no mystery,
Or how i came to make history,
Big up on behalf of all the niggas that was missin me,
Aiyo they feel around,
We laugh,
On how we devour guys,
Shower guys with lead,
Show em where the power lies,
Fuckin with starang,
You ain't got a pot to piss in,
Can't stand the brain,
Just another new edition,
Taped up in the back of my man's expedition,
Got you wishin you wasn't in this position,
Now whether you live or not is up to a henny's say,
Go ahead pop shit,
You gon' die anyway,
Fucked up in the game,
You wasn't fuckin with lames,
Going against the brains like goin against the grains.
Chorus:
Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
Big will,
Hennyville,
Aiyo we shoot to kill,
And we won't stop until,
A nigga see a mill,
With a house on the hills,
Livin out in the burbs,
With his choice of full will.
Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
Hennyville,
Big will,
Shoot to kill,
Aiyo we won't stop until,
A nigga see a mill,
With a house on the hills,
Takin a truckload of bitches,
Back to brownsville.
It ain't no thang,
If niggas wanna bang with this,
And clean the clips,
Get it all and bring the pits,
Bring the miss,
And watch me walk off with the chip,
Grabbin my dick,
Tell a girl, blow em a kiss,
Nigga discreetly,
I see you out there, see me,
Roll you over in the street and not go beep beep,
Ville still gunnin,
Love the look of hundreds,
Critic quotes,
Once again they've out done it,
House stunnin mouth runnin niggas act funny,
Stay or dumb dummy,
We just stay countin money,
Blessed be he,
In n-y,
Blow smoke in the sky,
Till the day i die,
Yo i'm a villest,
Got' be my nigga full will,
If theres a problem,
Got this shits just drop some pills,
Or be left lumped up,
Rest in the dump truck,
Goin against the wrong side,
You done fucked up,
I put it up for those who close to heart,
Wrong moves, get niggas ripped apart.
Chorus
What's his mother fuckin name,
Dru ha, dru ha, god damn,
Word up word up cmon, duck down,
What's his mother fuckin name me and j,(me and j my nigga)
In the place to be,(make about a g a day)
And what's his mother fuckin name b.o.(b.o.biggy b-bounce)
Baby bidounce, in the place to be,
And what's his mother fuckin name,
(who dat) chucky duck, duck in the place to be
(uh huh chuck down duck down representative)
Brownsville(9-8, 9-9 shit) sefro uh huh,(9-8, 9-9 shit)
Brownsville, word up c'mon.
(and it's on again word up and it's on again)
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10. _ Shit Happens
[louieville]
Thinking bout the shit that's in my head, type
Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead
I gotta take a vaca, on sum munchilin ilian pilian on the
Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say
She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,
Villie still hit the curb cuff leaking kicking it wit pop's
Out back up in the lincoln tricking on my
Baby mom's now im dead stinking he smacked me in
The back of the head boy what you thinking?
[starang]
Word up, in my lex there's only room for two(2) vita
And will that's me and you, smoking weed with hash
We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new gs with the
Sixteen(16) inch mobo's i had ta drop she off pick up my dog
Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got plenty
Aiiyo shit's to slow i gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow
So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with
The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny
In the cup, yo fill it up
[louieville]
Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door i had
To tell her to back off me
[starang]
And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, m-f-c tat's
And blue contact lense's
[louieville]
So i had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got me
Losing a few chest string's but there it was in between the bass trebling
Off the hook that's what you caughing
[starang+top dog on cellar phones]
Yo' who the fuck is this?
Yo' is d-o
Word up im goin down to priority
What you goin down there for man
Like "urrrrrrrrrrr"
[starang]
All the girls that i took to conas a pear is in here
My niggas from vander ver is in here
My niggas from every were is in here
Browns villie just don't care we up in here
[top dog]
I was on my way to new lock's after that the weed spot
Don't buy the dutche's cause i don't wanna get busted
By a crooked copper cause that shit aiint proper
Creep and hide the stash tell him you from jamacia
Will the cop believe me or will he do me dirty take me
To the system and say i tried to diss, but he told me calmly
Get back in ya' car b move away slowly and pretend you never
Saw, you can bet i did just that i didn't even look back i had
Twelve(12) dime's and a qp in the back i enough start a party
I even bible study wit starang and henny smoking on a bob
Marly, as if you didn't no it was the ten(10) second mover
Steppin cluthches to this song take me home
[louieville]
All my niggas from rock v-way is up in here
My niggas from west v-way is up in here
My niggas from spencer ave. is up in here
Even chicks that didn't get dicked yet they up in here
[top dog]
All my new laus niggas yo they up in here
All my east new york niggas yo they up in here
All my georgia avenue niggas yo they up in here
Aiiyo all my money making niggas aiiyo they up in here
[louieville singing towards end]
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11. _ If You Feel Like I Feel
Where we at, where we at, m-f-c
M-f-c (for what son) for life
For life nigga, word up
Word up, brick city (brooklyn)
Where we at (ha ha)
[hardcore]
These niggas got me fuckin crazy bitches
So i keep a ton of hats
Chillin wit these willies then i get them for they snaps
See them on the t.v. popin this and popin that
[starang]
Don't say nothin when you see me i'ma pop a fuckin cap
[hardcore]
In that ass wit the hash for the splif so i can twist it
M-f-c weed and hennessy packin biscuits
Brand new jesus on my feet in a benz lifted
Fuckin wit starang hollarin at all the bitches
[starang]
Look at these assholes, made me cut off my afro
Blow up the spot, make shit hot like tabasco
Ay yo, i roped these bitches as if a nigga had a lasso
It's classical, snatchin jewels then i smash you
Ay yo, niggas wanna know why i act this way
I don't know, been like that since back in the day
[hardcore]
Ay yo, pick a spot and my man starang'll lick a shot
[starang]
Yo, disagree or say i think not, they got it
(and it's on)
(chorus)
[starang]
Yo, dog and hennyville
Feel the same way i feel
They wanna kill, then i kill
We all got whips
So when they peel, then i peel
[henny]
It's like that, i suppose
Smokin tons of weed
L-b's of cocoa
My man d, yo and will
Feel the same way i feel
When i kill, then they kill
We all got whips
So when i peel, then they peel
[starang]
It's like that, i suppose
In gs three o-o's, hollarin at the hoes
[top dog]
Yo, i'm head strong, because i go head on
Wit any fool
Who try to test the o-g, you dead wrong (you dead wrong)
You been lead on, you stupid, you dead arm
Anyway, who's this minny man talkin
Thinkin he can keep walkin in this day and time
Didn't he know big kahuna, plus actions in nam
Ready to begin, put all the bullshit to an end
Put it down for brooklyn, ain't no room for frontin
Makin mad moves in a-t-l, can't you tell
O-g-c's and doc smokin these fat ass l's
Oh well, can you catch the sense a million breeze
Is it cocoa trees, or is it the green weed
Roll it up, ten seconds now smoke it up
Hold up, don't choke it up, i think you smoked enough
Lyin through ya teeth, sayin we have beef
Now you wanna shake my hand and smoke on my leaf
(chorus)
[louieville sluggah]
Son i be all in, for it, now i move forward
G-c's tourin, top dollar for it
Can't ignore it, send all my niggas all over
Don't like it, so at best you scoot over
Or get ran over
Ville out of sight like ??
Knockin at ya door like jahova
Beast come in, son let me in
Pack it in like mexicans, for next of kin
If any foot step in i'm throwin lefts to chins
Now any questions, no, so let's begin
I bust this shit
Get up on a track, then split on to the next gig
Hearin pac say hold ya head
Mad shit gonna change, just stay arranged
At it all day like pinky and the brain
Maintain our composure and then we roast ya
And have our niggas screamin out eshkoshka
(chorus)
[starang]
My heltah skeltah niggas
[henny]
Feel the same way we feel
[starang]
They wanna kill
[henny]
When we kill
[starang]
We all got whips, so when they peel
[henny]
Then we peel
[starang]
Heltah skeltah, word up
M-f-c for life
And all my motherfuckin niggas, where you want it
Ay yo, my owtlaw niggas
[henny]
Feel the same way we feel
[starang]
They wanna kill
[henny]
When we kill
[starang]
We all got whips, so when they peel
[henny]
Then we peel
[starang]
Owtlawz, west side, word up (word up)
Till we die (word up)
My dirty south niggas
[henny]
Feel the same way we feel
[starang]
They wanna kill
[henny]
When we kill
[starang]
We all got whips, so when they peel
[henny]
Then we peel
[starang]
My dirty south niggas
Goodie mob, outcast, word up, word up, m-f-c
And to my m-f-c niggas
[henny]
Feel the same way we feel
[starang]
They wanna kill
[henny]
When we kill
[starang]
We all got whips, so when they peel
[henny]
Then we peel
[starang]
M-f-c, for life (m-f-c, m-f-c)
Word up, word up
(starang, louieville and top dog chattering as music fades)
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12. _ Girlz Ninety Now
[intro: ruck]
Yo what up man?
What's the deal starang wondah?
Ay, what up louieville, what up d.o.g.
Yeah man i just ran to tek-n-steele
Let's talk about these ninety now girls
Man there's a whole lotta stuff goin now
Aiyo girl i can't wait, come over here girl
[lord digga]
I knew this girl named ta, she lived in her garage
Had a few friends, so she played a lotta cards
If it wasn't for the money, it wasn't no game
If the same people came, then the game would stay the same
I know this girl named shelly, met her at the telly
Took to the diner, so she can fill her belly
Slip my hands down her pants, but the shit was kinda smelly
Made a hard dick limp til the shit feel like jelly
[top dog big kahuna]
I know a girl named stacy, drove a nigga crazy
Went back to her crib, cuz i thought that she would lace me
Had her mother face me, daddy tried to mace me
Runnin thru the projects, niggas try to chase me
Then came keema, bagged her in the beemer
At the video shoot, sippin on zima
Damn you shoulda seen her, i mean you shoulda seen her
Attractin niggas like coke thru the femur
[starang wondah]
Yo i met a chick named millie, i met her uptilly
Know i smoke leaf, but she prefer to smoke phillies
Started gettin high, touchin, actin silly
Had to tell her call me will, i hate it when you call me willie
[louieville sluggah]
Now millie had a cousin, who name was susan
Talkin too much, i had to tell her "keep it movin"
Susan was sign, but ville was glad
Because a nigga walked off wit her best friend pam
[starang wondah]
Aiyo pam was all right, but i liked her cousin tammy
Met at her at how can i be down in miami?
Then tammy came over wit her best friend penny
Had to introduce the bitch to my nigga named henny
[louieville sluggah]
Now me and penny girl, met before
Buyin condoms outta the candy store
Need i say more? bed was a hundred record
Kept bangin this chick til she screamed "my lord"
[tek]
I know a c.o. named nikki, she gave me a hickey
In the other room was her man pretty ricky
He's in a black bentley, wit tints on twenties
Nikki was his favorite, but he had many honies
[steele]
He had this one rhoda, she lived in corona
Met her at the coliseum, wit her best friend sonia
She had a fat ass but her breath had aroma
So instead i called sonia, cuz she wanted me to bone her
[tek]
I know hold weight bitches, no fake bitches
You better have a check on the first day bitches
That take it up the anal, swallow like draino
Try anything once, never heard her say no
[steele]
Like that red bone star, had a cousin named shamar
Both freaks wanna s.t. for a managetua
See me in my car with buck, tek and dog
Took her to the hotel, and sexed us all
[chorus: tek]
Ain't gotta spit no game, she know we do our thing
See at me club and my nigga digga reign
She don't like guns, but she lust one
Half of her income, furnished by swiss funds
Do be looked tight, body be lookin right
Your friends can meet my friends, let's get it on tonight
Always gotta plan, know how to make a grand
She on her own paper chase, she don't need a man
[ruck]
I know a girl named wonda, smoked marijuana
Call her snake-eater, cuz she ate my anaconda
Caught mad drama wit wonda, wit smokin zhama
In the back of a honda, wit this chick named tiwana
This bitch named sue, she hang out wit a crew
How bad was them bitches rockin shit brand new
I was gassed for the ass and i'm ready to screw
All she did was rub my crotch, till my balls turn blue
[chorus 2x]
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13. _ Dirtiest Players In The Game
[starang]
Word up, word up, youknowimsayin
It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit
(i know i know what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin
Niggas always know man, for real for real man
(hennyville, william h., top d-o)
Heltah skeltah (sean price) sean p!!
[ruck]
Aiyyo i step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
Cuz i do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears off
Leave you punch-drunk when i hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should i save thee
Life as a trife nigga sayin "bye baby!"
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore i pull out my steel and something real happens
[top dog]
Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin?
Had to put it down and show you where i'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown
Been to many places, never strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane, and then i lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you know
Shaving all your points just like i told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half-man team
I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees
Now spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it out
You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga
[starang]
Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
This is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we lock it down
This is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we lock it down
[rock]
First of all, alcatraz i master my craft
Got the power to bomb that ass like i'm kevin nash
Cuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take wins
Buy hook-up by crook man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair
[starang] *shoutouts in background*
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Wassup wassup, wassup wassup
Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup
Yo son i lace up my cleats, and then i step out on the field
Look out in the stands, i see my niggas from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side don't know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like i'm on soul train
I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader? nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game
[louieville sluggah]
Yo it's down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin
But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the plate
Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall
And frame it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard
It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, cuz all i think about is homers
[starang]
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
(where y'all at, where y'all at)
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, where y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember that?
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best y'all word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Steppin in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, word up
Ah-ha ah-ha
Oh oh, word up
Heads ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got
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14. _ You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow
[lil knock]
Come and say laugh time is comin love
And give 'em one
What? dickin in the bed fiend
Say ow, licka fam
My style don't leave one and gal
Here come black stal'
What? them never know me
So strong, gal
Now, i just wan' get rid of action
Me not gon' rhyme, ya use protection
Soften up ya lips for this
We come fonder, we come sounder
[m.s.]
When i do my thing, i move the crowd like aura
M to the period s, it spells horror
Makin others in my space take deep swallows
Sorta like a barber, step in my parlor
Gotta stick wit the nicest, so i light this
Light that bulb in my head, just off excitement
That trifeness i don't deal with, because it stress me
You wouldn't know how to act, if you wasn't s, g
All my m.f.c., we mad thorough
For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough
And stay, while pay, the stack like couch
If you don't know by now, you never figure it out
[top dog big kahuna]
Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out they nines
Do think it's body bulletproof, i'mma show you his spine
Get loose one time, hop back the 4-5
Whoever think they clappin, can't happen, handle your b.i.
Cuz once i call my m.f.c., they wild out
If you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake out
You don't got it all
To many m.c.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls
[doc holiday]
Chew on this
And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, i'm wit my sons
Blazin buns in the back room, with d.o., cal and ones
Got my mic check by cleo, c.o. bitch from riker's
Met her on the av., tight hold the top wit biker
Short, pussy fat, first place, i chase the cat
That brakes his arm, word is bond, d-o-c is holdin heat
Wit the force, no doubt, to knock your ass off your feet
The choice is yours, hospital or the morgue
[chorus 4x: lil knock]
You're not sure to see tomorrow
You're not sure to see tomorrow, whoa-ho
[louieville sluggah]
This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garment
If there is a problem, i'mma see you into promise
Truly yours, 'ville slug
Got your shorty, pissy off the henny, then she drop the drawers
G.c.'d all day, even by my lonely, all ways
Reppin full stretch for the pay
[starang wondah]
I take off my coat, pass sean price the l
Bitches on the side, sayin "starang nice as hell"
We shit on these rappers, they in hell, twice the smell
My niggas in jail, forever screamin life is hell
I might as well pick up the cell, call my bitch rakel
Who used to be my shorty, hop friend, now it's hard to tell
[louieville sluggah]
They say we cock-eyed, eye of the tiger, just like rocky
Can't help it, when we ride shit like a jockey
Non stoppin, hit the stage, rockin and shockin
In stealth shit, for them bitch niggas not likin
[starang wondah]
Aiyo this is the boot camp show, i'm your host
I love french toast and bitches that's high post
My m.f.c. back niggas down that try and get too close
Me and henny gettin high on flights coast to coast
[louieville sluggah]
And once we touch ground, shit, that better be on flow
Grand tour, had better be ready to roll
[illa noyz]
Ready to roll, whether rhyme time or hold stroll
Slay mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not show
I blow, sure to bogust, that thing ain't so tough
Like any 4x4 on doughnuts, you better hold up
Show guts, i'mma spill 'em, hot letta drill 'em
Lyrics evolve around your dome, like chuck you chillin
I'mma slave to the rhythm, they know how i hit 'em
Noyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas become victims
They know i'm gon fix them, up with the meth
I'm fed, i mean, i'm dope like heroin on the scene
You should come clean, rhymer says you get hit with something
I'm headhunting, like football players when they crunchin
All that for frontin, you should learn to listen
Showin ya acts, your dead like apollo in exhibition
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