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Illegal Busyness Micranots В избранное

[All by I Self Divine]

[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax, mushrooms, LSD

[Verse 1]
The illicit hard drug industry is one trillion
Annual, you think you want to end this? Fantasy!
International ?? eradicate, futile
Assassinate Pablo Escobar, perhaps your middle man,
Noriega, not a dip in the system
Increase shipments in the wake of a so-called victory
For the DEA, no mystery
Check the data, black, steady G in they history
Around the world drug lords are aided and assisted
Production, transportation, distribution of drugs,
Receiving armed assistance, thugs,
Drug czars keepin the prosecution bugged
It's like that, Cold War strategy
No war on drugs, but war for drugs
A war to win love
In the hearts and minds of these
In battle regions around the globe
Solidly impoverished with guns to the dome

[Chorus 2]
Ecstasy, sugar, caffeine, thorazine, demerol, alcohol, nicotine, vicadin
Trail mix, mescaline, ice, sherm, rufenol, methadone, qualudes, burn

[Verse 2]
In the street gangs is big money
Petty cash to the major
Distributor, empires are built,
Lives killed, for a hundred keys a week,
Ask Mr. Rick Ross
Uzis is bought, body bags on the lawn
Mr. Ollie North says nothing's wrong
With guns and droppin dimes while niggas do time
Arms secretly sold overpriced to Iran,
The infamous Contragate weapons scam,
Notorious crooks-for-money gun operations,
For the conservatives no labor pics is taken,
The President, Senate subcommittees documented,
Officials tolerate Contra link drug victims,
December '75, the watchtower mission,
Established a series of three electronic beacons,
Towers from Bogota all the way to Panama,
Were activated, aircrafts can fly so invisible,
Defense forces, CIA agents is waiting for the shipments,
Profits from narcotic vicious
Laundered to Swiss bank accounts
And never droughts

[Chorus 2]

[recording]
It's called Air America, the CIA front, the CIA, soldiers, mercs
They've been bringing it in ever since . . .

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 3]
It's gets critical the cover-up,
Operation Oil Well,
There's more to tell
Special forces spying on well,
No political, law enforcement and Catholic
Churches, judges give white male detergent,
Bugs and phone taps, civilians gettin' trapped,
World diagrams, naval charts, ill maps,
All the drama collected from phone taps
Goes to Washington, how the corporations use that
It's leverage, manipulate ??? to approve cause,
On many weapons, drug funds, secret wars or
Armored vehicles, invisible
Aircrafts, illegal controls the whole world black

[sound of someone blowing a line]
[talking] This is big business...
[police] Search warrant, please open the door
[sound of door being kicked in]

Fuck Tha Police N.W.A В избранное

Right about now, N.W.A court is in full effect, Judge Dre presiding.
In the case of N.W.A versus the police department, the prosecuting attorneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy Mothafuckin' E.
Order, order, order!
Ice Cube, take the mothafuckin' stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothin' but the truth, so help your black ass?
You're goddamn right!

Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say.

Ice Cube
Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color some police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucka with a badge and a gun
To be beaten on and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigger is sellin' narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat up police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape

To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swoll' off bread and water
I don't know, if they fags or what
Search a nigger down, and grabbin' his nuts

And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from the CPT}
Punk police are afraid of me, huh

A young nigger on the warpath
And when I finish, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got something to say

Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police

Scene I
Pull your goddamn ass over right now.
Aw, shit, and what the fuck you pullin' me over for?
'Cause I feel like it, just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up!
Man, fuck this shit.
Alright smart-ass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail.

MC Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident?

MC Ren
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
Because the niggers on the street is a majority
A gang, that's wit whoever I'm steppin'
And a motherfuckin' weapon is kept in

A stash box for the so called law
Wishin' Ren was a nigger that they never saw
Lights all flashin' behind me
But they're scared of a nigger so they mace to blind me

But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
To police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk

Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you up

Make you think I'ma kick your ass
But drop your gat and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time

Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me
And any asshole that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin' out a cop or two that can't cope with me

The motherfuckin' villain that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo and this is the sound

(AK47 Gunshots) Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a nigger like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police

Scene II
Yo man, whatcha need?
Police, open now (oh shit), we have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Oh shit.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em!
Man, what did I do?
Just shut the fuck up and get yo' motherfuckin' ass on the floor.
But I didn't do shit.
Man, just shut the fuck up.

Eazy E, won't you step up to the stand and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

Eazy-E
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackets
Sweatin' my gang while I'm chillin' in the shack an'
Shinin' the light in my face and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe it's 'cause I blast
On a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playing with the trigger
Of an Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangster, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do you got
A sucker in uniform waitin' to get shot
By me, or another nigger
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger

(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a

Dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm driving off laughin', this is what I'll say

Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police

The Verdict
The jury has found you guilty of being a red-neck, white-bread, chicken-shit motherfucker.
That's a lie! that's a goddamn lie!
Get him out of here!
I want justice!
Get him the fuck out of my face.
I want justice!
Out right now!
Fuck you, you black motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrr!

Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police
Fuck tha Police

Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix) Eazy-E В избранное

[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo man, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hos
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that GTA

[chorus]

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit

[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb ho said something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' around a telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother"
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is caught for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

[chorus]

Hands Of A Dead Man MASTER P В избранное

[Verse-1]

As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on my way to CYA
And from CYA to the Pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying

Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name

[Verse-2]

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though I know I'm living fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the fucker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man

(Chorus x4)
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man

A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste MC Shan В избранное

Gangs usually roll as a savage pack
Once sworn in, there's no turnin back
Initiation, manhoods are tested
Do crime, you'll fail by becoming arrested
Get beat down the line, cautiously steppin
Always watchin your back with your hand on your weapon
You blink for a minute and get brutally beaten
Every time you diss the colors it will keep on repeatin
When you say you knew somebody that was a gang member
You can't say you know him, you can only remember
You have to live life all nervous and worried
But joinin a gang means you wanna be buried
It's either that or jail cause there's no other place
And a mind is a terrible thing to waste

Just a walk on the block, they tell you it costs
Willingly pay - or be forced
Once your color is set you gotta be stern
A bad influence for the young that are eager to learn
The rules of a gang is fightin and killin
Did you ever stop to think that was blood you were spillin?
Duckin from the cops most the time
Because you live life devoted to crime
Gangs are mainly based on colors and races
Not everywhere, just in particular places
Hang on the corner or on the stoop
Fightin people lookin just like a terrorist group
Gangs give a rank at society level
Wear a tatoo skull with the mark of the devil
You have to live life all nervous and worried
But joinin a gang means you wanna be buried
It's either that or jail cause there's no other place
And a mind is a terrible thing to waste

No turnin back [repeated]

Had many bad dreams, nights stayin awake
Joinin a gang was the fatal mistake
Just to fill your head with knowledge till your mind goes blank
And rumble with boys and dispose of the shank
GANG can be spelled with capital letters
Yo, while you're sweepin the streets, does it make you feel better?
Some gangs lack action, they're basically talk
Until their brains get scattered on the sidewalk
Your obligation is to serve as a marionette
And by society you're treated like a homeless pet
You wanna live the life of crime doin negative things
When Al Capone died, so did gangster kings
To live the life of a gangster is all out of place
Because a mind is a terrible thing to waste

Gangs are always violent but jail is rough
You go a man and you may leave a cream puff
You say you do crime cause you're poverty stricken
And so is everybody that you're robbin and vickin
Gangs ain't gonna be around much longer
If 5 out of 10 become mentally stronger
My mother said bein in a gang ain't nothin
I didn't listen to her cause I thought she was bluffin
I thank her from my heart that she stayed on my case
Made sure my mind didn't just become another waste

Walk In My Shoez Mnmsta В избранное

[Mnmsta]
2000 mothafucking three
Foesum back up in this bitch again
Hittin' corners on that ass
With the lights out
You wanna roll?
Then take a walk in my shoes
Check this shit out

[Mnmsta]
When you ready, let's roll
I got something to show you
The things we see, in the life we go through
Be prepared, keep ya mouth shut and eyes wide open
Cause anything can happen at any given moment
From the gate, we headed to the store for drank
Ready for anything, you can snap if you blink
So I'm peepin' my surroundings
Got homies on the one doin' dirt around county
Take the 40 out the bag
Time to get our stroll on
Take it to the head, watch ya back or get rolled on, fool
Cause out here bullets got no names on 'em
Hop in the Lac with them chrome Dana Danes on it
We hit corners, bluffin' when me mash out
Homies on breathe stumblin' till they pass out
All you see is gangstas, drop low riders and perms
Homies hustlin and slangin welcome to my world

[chorus: Mnmsta]
Take a walk up in my shoes (my shoes)
No tellin' what you come across in my view (my view)
Oh man any time that we slide through (slide through)
Ready to ride cause I like to invite you

Then come and take a walk up in my shoes (my shoes)
No tellin' what you come across in my view (my view)
Oh man any time that we slide through (slide through)
Ready to ride cause I like to invite you

[Mnmsta]
It won't take long to find youself caught in the mix
And it can happen so fast the thought will make you twist
Wether it's drama or police involved
Handle my bidness then leave some walls
I fit every discription in the book
Best believe me homie, take a good look
I keep tricks up the sleaves and honor amongst thieves
And welcome out the cut till the popo leaves
Truck knowin' from the get go
Hangin' on by threat and won't let go
Cause out here in these streets
There ain't no room for snitches
Anyone that dodges bullets is an example of the quickness
Hold your heat cause you might need it
It's got to Tennessee and John Forth, you better believe it
And the streets is full of graffiti, gangs and no rules
But that's what I deal with
So take a walk in my shoes

[chorus: Mnmsta]

[Mnmsta]
In these streets we got access to everything
Police trying to crack down on every gang
Waste getting moved in and out the hood
Weapons transported and stolen goods
It's like belling through a bio full of land mines
Homie, you can run, but you can't hide
Cause all you hear is sirens and gun shots
Street blocked off but noone's caught
And plot sticky anytime to go poetic
Ghetto bird above us makes it more dramatic
So we gotta keep it moving like a youha
Anybody in the way watch them fools fall
I'm constantly losing those close to me
But still got my die hards to bounce with me
Remember, it's Mster, puffin' and pass takin names
On top of all things I'm in the rap game

[chorus: Mnmsta]

[T-Dubb]
What's up
That's my boy Mnmsta
So don't try to walk in his shoes
You know how we do it on the west coast
We wear khaki suits, stacey biscuits, chuck taylors
Rags hangin' out the back pocket
And oh by the way, if you think this song is banging
Wait till you hear the rest of the album
Eastside LBC
Cause those who run up
Best believe they get slumped and dumped
Hangin' out on the corner shootin dice all night
And hittin' them switches on them Cadillacs
And hollarin' at them hoodrats
We makin' transactions

Time 4 Murder Luni Coleone В избранное

Uh (Uh)
What What What What....Uh
It's Luni Coleone [Repeat]

I let him know nigga
I break him off from the yay
It's Luni Coleone
I ain't out for the play
Time waits for no man and I preach that shit
Hear the poppin off at mouth
I'mma bust that lip
Mista hit him quick
Mista hit him quicker
On the down
Hop in like a gang or group house
Bout to scratch ho
Fuck a nigga
And that's my motto
On the rizzeal
If niggas try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal
And fuck a front row
In the streets that's a no-no
But if she got ass
I'mma take her like some no-dos
I use to bring beans now it's me on the table
Lookie here Mama now I got my own label
I'm 22 years old with a beer belly
Eyes fucked in the club by gone off the smelly
Been there but done did that niggas
Down with the dirt
Pull it out
Then shoot that nigga
Where it hurts

[Chorus:]
They says time waits for no man
So I got time to wait on no man
I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand
Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ???
I let him know it's Coleone on the fuckin gate
Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38
I tell u one more gen
Time waits for no man
So when I'm commin I'm dumpin
Bust him with the gat in my hand

I hit the gas like a motherfucking 3-way ???
Leanin bodies in the trunk
Straight cold ass fuck
I'm the nigga with the quickest trigger
Down to pull it
Dump a whole click if a nigga on some bullshit
It's West Coast
Straight entrepreneur
Lead a bitch to the bank like a fish lure
And if a motherfucker dump
I'mma bust him with a sawed-off
Hop on him like a rabbit
Dag-nabbit
I've been pissed off
Niggas got me fucked up
Like I'm soft
But I'm hockin up
Then that's when yo Grandpa call
Ain't no greater G than me
Fuck what you reppin
Niggas get caught without their motherfucking weapon
Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard
But Oh No!
If he holler let him go
Fuck that
Fuck the ho
Chitty Chitty I bang blue
Punk nigga I thought you knew
Time waits for no man
So I'm commin at you like a fool

[Chorus]

I wish a nigga would run up
I'm quick to let him have it
On a lead pistola
In your ass young faggot
Used to have love
But now I'm out to kill people
Cross game
You'll be in more shit than a dung beetle
This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker)
I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers)
Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead
Drink 40's till I throw up
And choke off weed
Ain't no nigga alive can put fear in this G
I'm a psycho
Like ??? boy put that on me
It's my time to shine
So I'm going for mine
Fuck me and my bitch
Boy this me and my .9
Out to rule the world nigga
So...uh...what you gone do?
It's my style bitch
And I'll change it if I want to
Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag
Time waits for not a thang
Put yo G's on that

[Chorus]

Uh Uh Uh Uh...nigga
What What What What
Uh It's Luni Coleone

Uh Uh
What What What What
Motherfuckers

Yall can't fuck wit it

Hollow Points Army of the Pharaohs В избранное

[Intro: Richard Kuklinski]

I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward. You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't kill me… you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you.

[Verse 1]

They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
Nigga I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over
I'm a cancer nigga no chemo
I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
I'm heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storm's Katrina nigga, I'm drawn
Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
I'm close to perfection with rap nigga I'm flawless
I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit
I scorch your clique, nigga I'm back again

[Verse 2]

If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your cheque
I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat
AKs and Techs make em vacate a set
If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville
Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real
Fuck a bitch, I'll leave a nigga burnt for real
Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit em back ?
Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled
And I'm about to catch a motherfucking homicide
This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it's fucking hot
I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his fucking prime
Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me

[Chorus]

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane's dancer
But there's a method to my madness unusual still
They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real
That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully ill
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss
It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It's God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I'm a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit
That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip

[Verse 4]

Niggas try to hate, we don't hear the side talk
Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk
Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk
My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock
This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked
You know your time's short when they trying to seen your mail back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block
One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock
Yeah say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick
Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas
Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour
And you's a pussy, where I'm from that's the name of a coward
So when you get your weight up I'm already in power
Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs

[Chorus]

Listen Up Army of the Pharaohs В избранное

[Intro: Crypt the Warchild]
Yeah...Once again
It's like this...

AotP, we runnin' this rap shit now
Celph Titled, we runnin' this rap shit now
ES, we runnin' this rap shit now
Warchild, niggas runnin' this rap shit now

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
It's about to be a motherfuckin' slaughter in this bitch
We got the awfullest clips, rusty burners with the rotten rubber grips
We some hardcore crooks, drinkin' rubbing alcohol
Never use a rubber at all, we fuckin' bitches raw
Chokin' up your faculty, turn your whole "gang green"
Unload the magazine to your knees, give you a gangsta lean
Military minded, on the A-Train with a deranged brain
I was buildin' the walls of hell way before the flames came
And bitches love me with a MAC-11
Tellin' the police sketch artist I look like Jon B. with a deadly weapon
Keepin' it ghetto even when it's war, ock
Rockin' jean shorts and a tanktop, loadin' shells in the tank top
Aimin' the cannon to blast you where you standin'
You could be in Montana campin', but your head'll land in the Hamptons
Won't grin for the camera when you clickin' it at me
But I'll smile with a gun in my hand, I'm trigger happy

[Chorus: Crypt the Warchild + Vinnie Paz] (x2)
Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut
Fire octane, nigga y'all can sip it up
We do this rap shit here so we can live it up
We walk around with hot flames runnin', give it up

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
You could never fathom the level beyond your God or your Devil
If every thought is a pebble (my style's boulder, I told you)
A radical rebel and yes the jacket's full-metal
And men I'm hackin' through several (I'm like a soldier, I'll fold you)
A blow to your composure, heat of the moment
I be meat-cleavin' a bleedin' opponent, he didn't want it
These heathens try to eat off me but they repeatedly clone it
This industry is mine, I can put my feet way up on it
I put my people up on it, my sinister and lethal ministry of evil
Turn a Vinnie Diesel to a skinny weasel
I'm the pinnacle and steeple of this faction, feeble men I'm smashin'
Playin' God? you ain't Jim Caviezel with The Passion
Automatic how I'm causin' havoc, I body maggots
Who thought they brought the static, they probably addicts
And fiendin' for a bag of this antagonistic savageness
You talkin' platinum but ain't crackin' pitchers' batting averages

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild]
Don't make me get your fuckin' face broken
I ain't jokin' when I'm flamethrowin'
I'll spit a verse at you to slit your fuckin' veins open
I'll spit a curse or two just to keep the rain pourin'
I'll lift the skirt of you to see you pussies ain't workin'
I'll live to murder you until I see the game's over
We never heard of you and 'cause of that, the name's worshipped
(It's the Army, cocksuckas) Get it correct
Or y'all can find sharp things straight embedded in necks
I rep my team to the death, I will slice your people
Wave my flags in the air, plus the knives are lethal
Hottest shit to hit the streets since Nas did Ether
Now we pick at your soul and let your conscience eat ya
And take over, Crypt, Es, and Celph
You reap what you sow, so protect ya health, NIGGA

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah muthafuckas! That's how we get fuckin' down
AotP, Vinnie P., Crypt the Warchild, Celph Titled
Esoteric, Chief Kamach', Planetary, Apathy

(Chorus)

Fuck tha Police Bone Thugs-N-Harmony В избранное

Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police!!! (You muthafuckin' right) [Krayzie Bone] Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority But muthafucka makin' as I ain't the one For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun To be beaten on, and thrown in jail But we can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin' with a nigga cause a nigga turned major And got a little bit of money and a pager Searchin my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every thug nigga is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see, me in the pen Than me blowin' endo, rollin' in my Benz-o I send the police to the grave And when I'm finished They will bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still gettin' swoll off bread and water I don't know if their're fags or what Search a nigga down, and grabbin' his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cause they'll slam you down to the street top Black police showin' out for the white cop But Krayzie Bone will swarm On any muthafucka in a blue uniform Just cause I'm from, the C-L-E Them punk muthafuckas be afraid of me Uh, a young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin' around my way Yo bitch I got somethin to say Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police!!! (You muthafuckin' right)... [Bizzy Bone] Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority Because the niggas on the street is a majority A gang, and is with whenever I'm steppin' Then the muthafuckin' weapon is kept in a stash spot, for the so-called law Wishin' Bone was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashin' behind me But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh And plus it gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path The police, I'm sayin': Fuck you punk! Readin' my rights and shit - it's all junk Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so we can see what's up and we'll go at it punk and I'ma fuck you up Make you think I'ma kick your ass But drop your gat, and Bone's gon' blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime And I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me And any asshole, that threatens me I'm a sniper with a helluva scope Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The muthafuckin' killer that's mad With potential, to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound BOOM BOOM - yeah, somethin like that But it all depends on the size of the strap Takin' out a police, will make my day And a nigga like Bone don't give a fuck to say Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police!!! (You muthafuckin' right)... [Layzie Bone] I'm tired of this muthafuckin' jackin' Sweatin' my thug while I be thuggin' in the shack and Shinin' them lights in my face and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much, but I kick ass nigga or maybe cause I blast On a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' with the trigger Of any Uzi or an A.K. Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put out my picture with silence Cause my identity along with my group cause it's violence It's the Bone with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a thugster nigga But still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me Or one of my niggas And with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger (Size don't mean shit, I'm from the old school fool) And as you all know Layzie Bone came to rule Whenever I'm rollin' keep 'em lookin' in your mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb muthafucka with a gun And when I'm rollin' off the 8, you'll be the one That I take out, and then I get away And while I'm drivin' off laughin' this is what I'll say Believe that Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck 'em!!! (surprise) Fuck the police!!! (You muthafuckin' right)...

Down Foe My Thang Bone Thugs-N-Harmony В избранное

Layzie
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on ah come up. Niggas be tryin' run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady. Call me lightweight crazy #1 nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't wanna faint, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs. Bone done told you. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show you. Faded a nigga that stepped up, then slipped in some shit. Seen 'em all's just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that clique-clique. Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave'. Puttin' them souls up off up in a grave, dwell in hell, they'll all lay slain. Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke, hold in me smoke until-a-me strained, feelin' no pain. Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept and I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin', danglin' up under the trench,
finna blow that chest through, you should've wore a vest fool. 'Cause the Bone don't front. Nigga check or get wrecked. Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC. Loc'd out with the khakis and high-techs. Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money man. Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we house that rap game.


Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*2]


Flesh
Well what do ya know hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on. And kickin' it on the stage. Off in a raid gettin' my serve on. So, leave 'em alone. They come. They need to be shown that Bone done chrome-blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. You'd better go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh, I'm fin' to lynch ya, mo murda! You're runnin' up eye to eye with death. Face to face, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin. Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em, greetin' 'em with me nine. Runnin' with thugs and hustlas and murderin' 'em every time.


Layzie
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*4]


Bizzy
Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin' up that set with a street-sweeper. Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter. Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver. When I'm in me smugsta, never the studio thugsta. Buck 'em! Buck 'em! Muthafuck 'em. Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. So back up off me. No Stack won't let me slip. When a nigga start to step, then wet 'em, put 'em in the graveyard. Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga. My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin. Dash fast, get 'em up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the S-C-T's and double glock. Pop, pop! Here's the slug from the twelve-gauge thug. You don't want fuck with, nor buck with, Rip's breakin' on bustas. Blood, me feelin' 'em like it hurts. Me murder
. I show no mercy. Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see?

Krayzie
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up! They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. Bitch if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked. Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in me trench, and then click it. Now, nigga this rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me clique. And now Leathaface takin' your life so you best stay back, tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash. Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang, and I claim and hang with thieves. Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. Gotta give P's, 'cause they swang these. Come nigga, meet my hood and found nothin' but thugs and hustlas. Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch. Nigga, muthafuck 'em! Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run so the po-po don't catch up. Nigga can't be arrested. One M-11, me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're felon, 187. Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and nigga that pick up M
ossberg, the quicker you get to the curb. Put one to the temple. Pump to Mr. Policeman, that's all you heard.

Layzie
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*4]

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang [*13]

Bone—always will

Fuck the Police N.W.A В избранное

Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could can toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'cause they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4X)

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
And the motherfuckin' weapon
Is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any asshole that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4X)

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
'cause the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
'cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

Fuck the police (4X)

Fuck the police (3X)

Boyz-N-The-Hood N.W.A В избранное

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front 'n back, and side to side
Then I let the alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by nwa
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :

Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh el camino rollin' kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that gta

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

Dolla b'z in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on freebase
The boy jb was a friend of mine
'till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly mothafucka pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
One sucker dead, l.a. times front page

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there - makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '4 impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb ho said something that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the '4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see the g ride
Now kat is drivin' kilo on the side
As they busted a u they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green nova
Kat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in his head for rippin' his guess
Now g is caught for doin' the crime
For the fence on the boy, he'll do some time

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
The fellows start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six years sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire!, then came suzi

The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

Same Shit Different Day Young Gunz В избранное

(Intro: Young Neef)
Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella records you know

(Verse 1: Young Neef)
Said it's a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives
Said is they seen high
I rather go beam mine
Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be watchin
So these niggaz be plottin
It happens often
They can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S Dots up
'Fore I can take a step
These niggaz is yellin back
I get the roll em, drop my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen
Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be rollin
We got 'em goin

(Chorus 2x: Young Neef)
You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s ready to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn)

(Verse 2: Young Chris)
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we do's em
Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to these bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the collar big shit just lettin eight out
Guaranteed to lay a nigga straight out
Try it nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Young Chris)
Love how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it steppin
P.T. 1-4-5 give me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets ready as they except it
And show you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh

(Young Neef)
Mothafuckas better run, just got me another one
That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun
Fresh out the box with it
Pop fly ya ass'll get mopped with it
I pop outta something that's dark tinted
Round the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no modems
Just a bunch of them cold ones
Talking shit like I owe em
Till that 6-4 blow em
BOOOOOW
You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga

Boyz-N-The-Hood Dynamite Hack В избранное

Boyz-N-The-Hood
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit ...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-4 impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit ...

Punk ass trippin IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
Homies score a key, gonna fly, punk ass fly

Hide The Pain Clika One В избранное

(feat. Doc Well & G Money)

[Chorus]
I smoke the weed trying to hide the pain
Spendin all my time, smoke my life away
You can feel it inside, take a look in my eyes
Can you feel the pain
Mary Mary, take my pain away
With struggle in time, spittin all over my face
Take a look in my eyes, don't you dear look away
Mary Jane maintains, tryin to heel my pain

[Romero New Mexico Lobo]
Kickin in the door with the double dawg pumped
Shot gun trucha comin in people screamin
And pushin and shovin I'm buggin I'm thugin and muggin
Showin no love to you and my cousin now what [shut the fuck up]
Bringin heat like an oven they call me no good for nothin
I'm always huffin and puffin about to get into some thin
And if you startin I'm jumpin in the Clika I'm bumpin it
New Mexico Lobo I ain't the fool to be fuckin wit
Ignitin like dynamite my beat is automicly
An automatic ak-47 ain't no stoppin me
Got the chronic got a problem G
I'm Romero like rufetho I'ma always be on top of things
I put the chronic in the bowl take a mothafuckin pull
Like a mothafuckin fool like a mystery know who
I'm a lobo I'm a rebel I'm an angel I'm a devil
I'ma norte I'ma sur on the eastside of the west
If you wish me all the best, I'ma keep you in the chest
See you see me all depressed, see you see me smokin stress
See you see a lobo blessed I was never nothin more I was never nothin less
Put my life on the beat comin live from the streets I'ma fill me up a drink
Take a toast to the very up most gettin weeded til I'm comatoast
Mary Mary all I needed I'm a get you blown home grown
All my road dawgs know that I give it all I got
Always blowin out the spot, 4:20 on the dot
Time to fire up a crop, everybody puffin on it when I'm blazin up the chronic non stop
So I'ma hit on the drop, hold it in, let it out, I'm so mothafuckin high
That I'm bleedin from the mouth, wrap my tongue up on the mic
I'ma smoke away my life tryin to hide from the pain

[Chorus]

[Bad Boy]
Smokin some weed on the daily waiting for the death says
Since the 80's, I lived in a crib full of babies
Left in the dark was a spark in the park
Walkin with a strap, with no where to go, Mary
Mary Jane, helped me to ease the pain
And maintain the gank to stay game
Started hustlin the dope to change and make thangs
Stop fuckin with the hoes, get up and get paid, homie
Get made, I got me a weapon to spray, I was lost for a day
Walkin the street with a heat and some hay
And ended up locked in a cage, like a slave
Caught in a daze, funny as fuck you could say
I got out and got blazed, took a turn lookin up how to change
Was tellin a Bad Boy not to play
But Mary Jane along with the nuts to get brave
And the hopes to get saved
Got me a name and a gang I would kill for
Takin my bull shit to the grave
Nothin but 7 0 2 blues, troops in a 82 Coup Duece
Gotta move, my attitude's screwed
Gotta get me some weed to get me through
Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit
It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part
For my dreams to come true [Say it again]
Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit
It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part
For my dreams to come true

[Chorus]

[]
From Tropicana to Bonanza
I'm attackin mothafuckas like certain form of deadly cancer
With a handgun throwin tamtrums
When I go more then a day without talkin to samson
Like Halfbaked, I'm smokin at a fast pace
On a mothafuckin blunt of that California Skunk
In an instance so you know I'ma get stuck
And you're gonna get struct cause I'm drunk and don't give a fuck
Roll another I'm already done with the first
You dodn't really feel the pain you just pretend that it hurts
You haven't the slightest idea on how the planet works
There's way more to life then what you can read in a book
Chasin skirts and buyin new shirts and puttin D's on your shit
I come equipt with a full 380 calibur clip
You ain't gotta be a doctor to see that I'm sick
A bitch ain't gotta know I'm rappin to get on the dick
But it sure as fuck helps
Especially when I'm locked up in the county with no money for bail
I'm Don Well, I rock well, my eternal restin place is hell
I don't care to play fair
Fuck the world and everybody on it
I'm so god damn bored with life that I'm yawnin
I don't even see the sun dawnin
Infact I'm pissed off when I wake up
Because I lived to see the mornin
Fuck it hits longer then a cigerette
I live my life by the second with no regret
Like Rodney I swear I get no respect
From this dumb mothafuckas before they get checked
On their chins, now they chasin death
Fuck runnin from it I feel haunted by the general public
They love critizin people like me who stay blunted
Chain smoke and drink liquor all night livin toxic

[Chorus]

[Ese Brown]
Ese Brown steppin in with the Click and we already in the game
Loco to the brain comin with the gang bang
Voco it's the mothafuckin local boys
Makin noise with your homie boys, Clika 1 up in their low toys
And we're makin more noise like hood niggas in a rolls royace
Only becomin a street voice, spit the rhyme wit the gangsta poise
And my closest homeboys are criminal minded wit no choice
Take a tok and get the fuck out, spillin your guts out
No heart no doubt, I'm in the Caddy gettin smoke out
With the loks on, and I'm probably coked out
Should I bring out with the gun shot shit
Why not, never listen to words in my verses
I was cursed to be the worst from the first day
The vato bursted from the bullets I gave him in the first place
Never disrespect the name, Clika 1 to the brain
Same things with the Mary Jane to maintain
Fuck the shame I'm gonna swallow the pain
To the brain with the 40 bottle exchange
Bullets are hollow we ain't promised tomorrow
So why bother, crooked paths are hard to follow
When street life is hard to swallow
Light that shit up

[Chorus]

Fuck Battlin D12 В избранное

[Bugz]
You wont last long like weed in brass bongs
Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs
I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier
Beat that ass like Roy Jones
If ya
Doin the randisco at a disco with a big hoe
But the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she wont let my dick go
Bugz a stupid niggas, take a shower with my pistol
Walk up in you warm brown bag and with sum you
Its simple see Im from the D like Eric Hippo
Sick son of a bitch
Robbin a nigga in his pinto
Got my gun on my hip
Sum in the clip one in the chamber
Its danger Fuckin with this super powered stranger
Fuck a battle we brought knives, niggas and guns
Beat your ass and run
Tryin to catch a case for fun
Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa
Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4)

[Proof]
bomb like Sadan, split america in two
The wrap all around your haed like Erika Badu
My issues, miss use, human inatomy
Tearin your flesh and you muscle tissues
Knock em out then check em in
And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on your second wind
The nine shot, punch you in your naval and rip your spine out
Talkin bout you run this shit when u got no legs
Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez
D-12 in a , work these
Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives
Grab your throught like a nurse squeeze
Make the earth freeze
Stick you for a lifetime like herpes
Challenge Evil Canivel
jumpin in a Regal
Challange Riggs
and being lethal
Challengin fiends
and stealin aluminum siding
Challenge eminem
smokin dope while hang gliding
Challengin hit field hunkies
To a square dance
And climb Mt Everast blindfolded with my bare hands
Aint no fair chance
Dirty Dozen run the D
If any one want beef
Then Come to me

Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick cuz u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya [Reapeat x 2]

[Bizarre]
10 seconds kiss you ass good riddance
Tell them niggas i wasnt bull shittin
We could fight like a kung fu flick
Choose you weapon
Shake hands
Knock you ass out in 10 seconds
Bizarre needs a concellor
I have shitted on so many M.C's
should be my sponser
Have rob ya for your diamonds and pearls
While im in the next room havin my way with your girl
I swear , any mc up in here
My niggas pop so many guns you swear it was new years
You gunna need a when my friend battlin you
Pop shit my gangs on Runyan Avenue
You niggas aint crooks plus you all shook
Have you mom suck my cock while i read playboy books
I aint sayin im the illest mc
But ask 10 outta 10 niggas and 10 gunna say me

Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick cuz u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya

[Kuniva]
walkin
Ass gripper and shit talker
Got a love for dynamite like Jim Walker
Jim bean, and have your missin like Jim Hoffer
Caughin, ill be slittin your trought for thinkin of talking
Love beef thats why half the click
No love for hoes but I shit i fuck em
May as well give em the dick
Shit on em
And when they ask why i aint called em
I just tell em im sick
Same shit i tell every chicken head that i bone
They dont beleive it but they know i got a fetish for chrome
Pushin cats in wheel chairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights with chairs
(Some body died!!)
Like we care
Invite bitches to go hikin with me
Up a mountain
Throw em off
And tell there moms she died from skinny dippin in the fountain
Mr. Porter stay live on wax
While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track

[Swifty]
Im the alcohlic
Bring catastrophy to others
Make you see murder like master p's little brother
Flatterin punks, shattering junk
Get your cavity
With the force of a rim shatterin dunk
Now u wanna be thuggish ruggish
So im a let a slug hit
And call you broken bone
And if u got a crew
Im a name em after you
Fractured bone, neck bone and funny bone
You cant flash when all your moneys gone
Ill give you a 30 minute head start
Fuck that ill even wait till its dark and hunt you down
Swing an axe and watch how many dumb thoughts
Leak out when your head parts
Fuck your automobile to me its just a red car
now for me you ass clean outta existance
In an instant
Ill fire persistant
Shots consistant
terrorizing your block
See all these niggas when i step in the club
Im bringin them
And any niggas lookin to hard
We Rodney King'in em
Malice Green'in em
And gasoline'in them with premium
Light a cigarette flick at him
And spit it at him
Hold up a picture of his family
And kick it at him
Boxin with out gloves
Deeper then glee clubs
While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv (??)
Cant no other crew stand us
Put my hands on you quicker then a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva in the ruggedist
Hop in the truck and hit everybody on your block
Jump out and cut a bitch
Another truck i gotaa put a stain on
In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on

Fuck battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick cuz u niggas might get hit
United we stand, United we fall
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya [Repeat x 2]

Mean Planes Wiz Khalifa В избранное

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing (3x)

Screamin fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated
Speculating me landing, must of got me mistaken with lame nigga's
Know you gone get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya
Left that major situation alone and became richer
People talkin' down but see me I'm the same nigga
Leave yo bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her
We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it,
Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang
Fool I'm a legend in these streets cause how I do my thang
And Don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain
Oh, man still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone there be no throne to throw ya rocks at
Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that
So in touch with the real them suckas tryna stop that
But I, live or let die, party get high
And tell them lames to the plane or let fly

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing (3x)

Uh, stuck alone in this wave race
Say I'm living to fast, don't plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakes
Smoke ez-wider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks
Wit a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got love for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company
Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, Imma stand out
And view my life through this lens to see how it pan's out
Substitute teacher ass nigga's, need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck them nigga's who hated,
I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin degraded
Speculating me landing must of got me mistaken,
I'm speaking as the captain of the plane,
You's a runner on the jet way

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing (5x)

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