Yo, you know what? I might not always say the right thing But I say what the fuck I feel On the real What the deal
Knawmean? World's greatest five-footer back up in yo shit Check it Let me ask you
[VERSE 1] Who these cats lookin punanny-ish? For those who don't understand: that's some vagina shit I think I'm lost, yo, tell me what you're dealin with? Niggas' rhymes be watered down like porn star clitoris It's so ridiculous, you're soundin hideous Talkin tough, but be dressin on some wussy shit Tight see-through shirt, on some hard nipple shit Fake Versace shades while all up in the club and shit Fake Rolex, it'll change the color of your arm and shit Sports bras, halter tops, what the fuck is this? Dudes be brought up just to sell some records? SHIT Then wanna be voice of the streets, you see this bullshit? Wait - if you gon' half-step in hip-hop, you need to stop This here remains in the street, play puss, you're gettin fucked Go 'head, play yourself with them ho-like hooks Sing ballads if it's all about the Maxwell look Mack make-up with a pair of [brand name] thinkin you're cute Fubu suit with Steve Madden boots make me wanna puke Phat Farm shorts with a garder belt, lookin like a whore Or a purple bandana cause it matches your shaw? Now tell me, what you rhymin for? This shit is all about flows, fuck a fashion show Hip-Hop 101, Professor Diggy, yo And if you want it laid back, call Kenny Lattimore No disrespect to these men, cause I like R&B But right here in my class we gonnna emcee It's all about the zhigge-zhigge, yeah, the scratch 'n cut Graffiti art, jammin in the park, holdin your nuts Muthafuckas, I am hip-hop, I walk hip-hop, I talk hip-hop I need hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I love hip-hop B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop
Flawless Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it My shit is flawless Mutty Ranks hit you with the rawness Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it
[VERSE 2] Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high Fuck majors, we independent like the 4th of July (Why?) I guess we didn't really share the same vision But it was their decision Them fuckers just wouldn't listen But now look who's bitchin While Phifey cuts with precision It's my ass they're kissin Don't worry 'bout what I'm shippin As for Jive, I know they hate on how I blow up the spot How quickly they forget what got they ass to the top What they figure, I bust my ass to feed they dirty-ass kids? Get the fuck out of here, fuck am I, Britney Spears? These cats'll turn you against your brethren if you let em, and how It's the reason me and my former partner don't talk now Communication is the key, capital word be unity These folks will guide you to your grave, then come and read the eulogy Independent like Philly, majors can't do shit for me but suck mi toe Go find a MC with some half-assed flow But I understand these styles, they just quickly endin now Forever wantin to play games, but guess what, I'm not a child For the new breed of MC's: learn to own your shit, gee Stay black, keep it real, purchase at [Name] Fuck a waiting to exhale, Malik is at once released While all you so-called CEO's and A&R's get impeached Say Fudge - you shoulda never let me off the damn leash
Ha-ha Arrrf! Now break it down now I am hip-hop, I sleep hip-hop, I want hip-hop I love hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I need hip-hop B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop
And I'm Flawless Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness
Miscellaneous shit baby, meanin.. I'll make you wanna..
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll up a joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint (Say what?) Yeah, you know it's on point (uh huh)
Just vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, then skate to the joint Now slide to the joint, act wild with a joint Huh, once again it's on point, come on (here we go!)
[Verse One: Phife Dawg] Party over here, fuck y'all over there Drinks on Malik, ya live once, I don't care Love the night life like Sonny love Cher Bound to take a shorty home, put her ass in the air Look at Miss Thingy, I heard she type pissy One that'll have simple ways, that'll block and get busy Fat Joe, Pun said it's all about trizzies Spit the game in her ear, in the coatcheck chick Had to give it to her, came out, pull out my zipper Now I'm like "WHOA" cause her come my baby father Shit money big, now I think I'm gonna need back up He walked right next to me and smacked her ass up WHOO that's a close one, here let me bounce Third floor, gotta see who else is in the house Up north, reppin with these chicks from down South Shorty sippin Hennesey, singin 'put it in your mouth'
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll to the joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)
Vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint (yeah) You know it's on point, c'mon!
[Verse Two: Phife Dawg] On towards chillin, now we at the after party Com' Sense, Mos Def, fuck it - everybody! Fuck chillin at the tele, I'm scoopin me a hottie Chillin load of girls, and those shorties lookin sloppy Came to the door, made the dancefloor wild Shorties "Sayin My Name" like Destiny's Child (aah) So I just smile, get em thirsty like 'ow' I know I'm type foul, trippy steady on a pile Eyes wide open like a motherfuckin owl Who's this tig bitty chick with the Colgate smile? Said her name was Tafy, with nose by to act me Straight from St. Louis, said she'd love to do me Smacked on her ass as if she worked at Big Skippy Wanted to give my neck a hicky, but something 'bout her's tricky Looked at the bar, oh shit it couldn't be! The J to the A to the N to the E You don't understand? Ask EPMD! Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll to the joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)
Now vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint You know it's on point (no doubt, no doubt)
[Outro] You know it's on point (no doubt) You know it's on point (no doubt) You know it's on point (on point..)
[VERSE 1] Growin up I used to use the Afro Sheen Knicks and Lakers was my favorite basketball teams Underground MC, but I can bring it mainstream Rap style being seen like muthafuckin Tom Greene In the immortal words of Rakim, I'm a microphone fiend Trini say 'yes, Jamaica say 'seen' (Hold it down) gotta hold it down for Queens (Recognize) (my name is Phife) People still takin rappin for a joke All they know is chips, whips, dank, hoes and smoke What we need is raw peoples who will practice they craft Goin hard to the extreme, why would you go half-assed? Call me the Cal Ripken of the industry (Carl who?) Seen rappers shine, as well as seen some hang their head in misery No matter what whoever said, I stuck with it Stay committted, hence the reason competition stay gettin shitted On - what - I've held shit in for so long (Go 'head, Phife, get your man on) Reminiscin 'bout them school lunch tables I used to bang on Run-D.M.C. at M.S.G. gettin they shine on Knowin one day I'd get that chance, yo And the reward wasn't just dough, it was when people hit the danceflo' A way with culture lyrics or shorties singin "Can I kick it?" Yeah, that's the ticket, go 'head, show me your Tribe spirit Man listen, I'm here to tell it Success was bound to come, how I know? I can smell it Phife be sharper than an arrow Equivalent to Pete Rock or Primo collectin vinyl Cause it's all about the love, yo Battle whoever whenever, let's get it on, yo Bust that ass like no tomorrow Just to keep the flows up to par But nowadays none of you maggots would like to spar But here I are, 10 years in the cut Five albums, did three of em dope, two of them ( *disgusted sound* ) - and such and such But like they say, a true champ, he always rises Phife Dawg, Da LP, full of surprises
(Lemme find out) Y'all niggas ain't got no clout (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas is all in the cot (Lemme find out) You don't know about Pete Rock (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out)
[VERSE 2] On my way to the club better known as One-Tweezy Where you find them fake ballers and some hoes lookin sleazy The place where robbin a nigga is so easy Same club where strippers go, I think I found one to ease me 1:30 in the morning, taking it easy This one dude's all in my shit, for a sec I thought I had tits, gee I overheard him saying that my rap style was pussy I'm nothin on my own, the rest were better without me I couldn't comprehend, he said it under his breath But when I did, no hesitation, to my business I stepped What you say? Excuse me? Pardon? Oh, don't be a bitch, sucker Now you wanna act shy? You know my name, muthafucka Straight pussy nigga, oh now it's what, you don't know? Believe me man, you can get that ass bust for sho' Just because a nigga rappin, what you think it can't happen? What the deal, you wanna dance? We can get straight to scrappin Hm, I'm sayin Pete, you know the drilly, black (No doubt, son) New York is to the fullest, we don't know how to act But on a professional level, should I deal with this? Like the Goodie Mob say, I'm too real for this Work too muthafuckin hard for this, used to lie, cheat, steal for this An innovator when it comes to this Feed my fam with this, put clothes on they back with this Bust my ass to be a part of this Livin my life with this Makin people straight rejoicin this Aw fuck it, I'm so nice with this I make your broad drop her drawers for this Slit her wrist for this, and now what, punk, bitch But fuck it yo, I ain't trippin I know a asshole when I see one, just don't get caught slippin So what the fuck now, nigga? Yo, suck on ???? right here, in my pants, behind my zipper
(Lemme find out) Y'all niggas ain't got no clout (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out (Lemme find out) What (Lemme find out) What (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas is all in the cot (Lemme find out) You don't know about Pete Rock (Lemme find out) Ah (Lemme find out) Ah (Lemme find out)
Yo 2000 2001, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Till 2000-bombaclaat-30 Ya hear me Live life Live long Stay strong I'm out (No doubt, son)
Yo, it's Mutty Ranks in the place (Mutty Rankin') But in the immortal words of Shabba Ranks (Where are the girls?) We got some sweet, we got some foul I'm about to break it down, check it out, let me know
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!)
Yo, as I cruise through this ATL town, my eyes brown Chillin', freshly dipped when I get down Jarobi, tell 'em 'bout the puppy named Mutts Like lifestyles galore in case a chick wanna hump me I'm rough with mine, tell me who's rougher Makin' honeys express theyself like Salt-N-Pepa Not sayin' that sex makes everything better But if all else fails, I'mma fuck that tail Now watch out now, damn look at your trunk We could take it to the rest right now and get it crunk Sing "Shorty Swing It My Way", it's only right Turn the door, now walk it in and see the real sign of life Fuck a Phife, I'm on some Shawn Micheal shit tonight On some Five Foot Freak shit, or I don't eat shit But if you act right and you ain't about games Then my screwin' can be longer than Nina's last name Now tell me somethin' good before I hang up your friend Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame Mad lame (mad lame) mad lame (mad lame) Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame
When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) You can't live with them, you just can't live with them So don't waste my time, just (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' on the tail, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Girl, you are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) BEYATCH!
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!)
Forever in the jam where the diss be lookin' laced Dancin' to the tunes of Cool J and Babyface Me and my crew, no doubt we in the place Ass everywhere, (Yeah son, this place is great) Bumped into this cutie, damn boo you lookin' straight Checked her backyard, can I guard that with a gate? Slim trim, brown skin, what's your name? ('Salina Kate') Where you from? ('Trinidad, but I live here in the States') 'It's only been three months but I'm searching for a mate Word 'round town is you love to penetrate' Of coarse, baby girl, what's the deal, you want a taste? A stain is on your brain that could never be erased 'Sounds good Mr. Phifer, but I hear that's the case Your style be so super that you should wear a cape I love the way you sound on all five of your tapes Plus you're always on the job like Mr. Slate' Of coarse her best friend just has to player hate And being who I am watch the Phifey hesitate On dissing her ass, yo Jay, look at her face Her motherfuckin' voice got way too much bass Now back your ass up off me and give me my space You know your fuckin' breath smell like chemical waste Not to mention that ass, it be way overweight Keep that ass out of Wendy's and lay off them shakes Now back to you Salina, damn I admire your shape 'FUCK YOU! Mr. Ranks you just dissed my date' Now what I'm supposed, scratch my head and ask why You know that rug munchin's at an all-time high Now all these chicks today are just hot hot hot And me and my crew just wanna get hind, watch I won't hold it against you the things that you do I'll just have you know that I'm a lesbian too So wiggle your ass here and swing over them titties If you need to pay bills take your ass to Magic City No need to act shitty, you're so so saditty If you need to pay bills then take your ass to Magic City, what what
All you're lookin' for all this time, money Well ain't got enough time to take You can't run game on a gamer! You can't run game on a gamer! It's Phife Diggy (What) I gets busy (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) J.U.S. (What) You know you can't test (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!)
When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) I'll fuck in a Land Cruiser or a Range Rover Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' with your ass, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) You are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!)
Like that y'all, to the beat y'all Freak freak y'all, so sweat y'all My name's Malik y'all, style's unique y'all No doubt y'all, I come through y'all Tribe all y'all. Phife Diggy y'all On the ball y'all And all these bitches on the way get the balls y'all Phife Diggy but I never fall out Slum Villy, got to bend over What what what what, all over Detroit Michigan, down in Angeles in CA Fuck that we don't play round my way Long Island, we whilin' Yugoslavia, no doubt I'm Slav-in' 'em
[Intro] Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh) But can you really fuck with Phife Diggy (Hell no) You claim about how you get much bank But Money can you fuck with Mutt Ranks I be the emcee with the illest styles Cause on the microphone I get buckwild Haha! Yeah, fuck that Bassline, yo hit me
[Verse One] Check it, I'm shittin' on rappers this year Who the fuck claims they want some of this here (I dunno) Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your shit now Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your shit down How dare you stand in my face with that old nonsense Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo fuck that (?) concept I back-smack niggas that claim to be the hardest Say the word battle and I'll gladly do the honors Now for the past, I guess you heard me on some wild shit Never had a chance to do some wild out shit B&S and folks I know were on some bitch-like shit So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is the management I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated Fuck that old happy shit, peep the style that's demonstrated Right here nigga, let's just be real nigga I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure What the fuck, you thought the Diggy was a pussy nigga Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me nigga Man please, I wax emcees of all types and variations While you jerk artists and put out bogus compilations When shit hit the fan, niggas go on vacation Or wanna join the Nation [Q-Tip:] "Phifey why's you hatin'" Yo fuck the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullshit they makin' They fakin', look at all the talent they wastin' Now every artist on the roster, you know they straight fuckin' prankin' No more of that will Phife be takin', it's money time! Like Heather B I'm takin' mine, and that's my word I'm more anxious than Ginuwine, I straight get on some M.O.P meanin' blast a nine, Once again for two-thou Mutty ain't refined, while two of our fakers from beyond The motherfuckin' sign, and to whom it may concern Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first time? Well nigga press rewind, the fuck y'all thought? Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find out they corny You know that ass is mine, and if you'd like to see me I ain't too hard to find, just e-mail me at (Three W dot kiss my behind and suck my Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you maggots Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo fuck that Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may concern FUCK THAT! It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on!
[Chorus x2] It's ventilation! I gotta air some things out I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that! Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!
[Verse Two] Phife Diggy got these rappers feelin' uneasy Physically and mentally they say they wanna emcee, but it ain't meant to be I discredit all jerks, full force 'Til they discover who's the man, which leads me to this next discourse I'm so disquited with hiphop, cause yo it's disgraceful Disinfect all of you roaches, clean 'em up, Lord thank you What we need is discipline, all of these rappers don't trifle Sould I just join. I can't do that cause I'm a hiphop disciple Standin' next to Bambataa, holdin' fort is how we do Those who disrespect the culture, (What!) we seein' you Disfigure you! (Disfigure you!) Discard you! (Discard you!) These shiney emcees know the flavor, they get disfavored So from now on my brethren use your discretion Don't fuck yourself and if you do I hope your usin' protection How many you murdered on your album, or is that just for attention? These labels got y'all like Muppets so I'ma play Jimmy Henson Mutt Dawg for two-thou, makin' moves like George Jetson See every dog has his day, so this year no half-steppin' To hear Phife Diggy on the mic, yes sir it's such a blessin' Now get the fuck out my session, you punk bitch!
[Intro] You know what We been through so much together When I first got down In like seventy-nine Pre-Tribe During Tribe, post-Tribe It's all gravy, can't let you go
[Verse One] Used to think this game was a fairytale, until I met you Never into bullshit, you were happy being you My face would just glow anytime you walked past Makin' a brotha jitter every time our eyes clashed You were cooler than cool, smarter than most Which made the Five-Footer get closer than close And to our ten year bond, I have to give a toast Cause the way that I feel, yo it ain't no joke You got a brotha feelin' high like Busta-Bus when he smokes And I ain't no weedhead so I might just choke But if you make a power move and decide to be around Then word to Flipmode, I'll smoke a whole damn pound From Trini to Atlanta, (Yes) I'll romance you Take you to ecstasy anytime I get the chance to And I can rock you all night if you want me to So what you wanna do? (Come on!)
[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L] No Doubt "Rock the mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim Phife Dawg, Pete Rock "Rock the mic" "Microphone" This is how it go down when a Trini and a Jamaican get together "Rock the mic" "Microphone" "Rock the mic" "Rock the mic"
[Verse Two] I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Unplug the phone, we needs to be all alone Tourin' straight for eight months, which means you cant front And you know, and I know, I gots what you want Never cuff you at the top, I tried to stop You see I get after lock, when the crowd starts to rock This one dyme up front started doin' the walk The way she licked her lips it made a brotha real hot She had the grill of Nia Long, smile of Stacy Dash Front of Lisa Carson with the Mary Blige Ooh! My friends be laughin' hard cause I lable you as fam But they don't understand you have made me who I am And at the end of the day, yo we'll have the last laugh My boo's about to have twins, so we gots to get the cash But as long as I live, that's my word, I'mma be there For you, you, besides I love you, Mwoi!
[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L] Come on "The mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim Uh, bob your head to this "The mic" "Microphone" Get on the dance floor "The mic" "Microphone" And go for yours "Microphone" "The mic"
[Verse Three] See when the label started frontin' you were always there When the management was frontin' you were always there There were times when I felt the group had want to replace me Whether I'm right or wrong you were there to embrace me When you have too many sheets in one tent, how can you represent? Shit be bugged, but you were there to show me love That's when I kindly picked you up and moved to ATL My attitude was like, whatever, might as well go for South Guess they felt I wasn't worth it, didn't feel like Phifey had it But now who's movin' units, motherfuckin' silly rabbits? Peace to the few who had my back For the fakers in my clique, fuck you, that's that Life has really been worth living since I found you, true And there's nothing in this world that Malik won't do You're my latest and my greatest inspiration, true I put this on my granny bible, I would die for you, uh
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