Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape: DJ Envy Blok Party Vol. 1 (Clean Version) (2003) by Dj Envy (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim the motherfuckin lights and the studio shades! (Yeah)
Skane Dollar (The People's Choice) Let's get this one (DJ Envy!)
Yeh (Envy) yeah.. yeah! The Roc's in the building - oh yeah
(New Jay-Z!) It's Young, c'mon!

That shit sound like some superhero music right there (okay)
Sound like my theme muh'fucking song right there
(Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1) I like this one
I can groove to this one; Skane Dollar where we at? Clue!
Desert Storm, yeah, let's get it (whaaaaaaaaaaaat?)

[Jay-Z]
Watch on arm, rims on tire
Hov' in the studio, the roof's on fire {Yeah!}
S. Carter kicks on my feet {Woo!}
Roc-A-Wear on my leg, Envy on the beat
I made my first mill' off papi on the hill
I made in the rap game speakin on the reels (that's real)
I'm bling cause I passed the statute of limitation
and I'm makin too much money to be goin to jail (hell nah)
Who else you know on probation
leave the country for a month to go on vacation? (*laughing*)
Listeners, get your brain on drugs
Listen up, it's the flawless like cocaine dust
Her-on hero, do any thing for dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve {ENVY!}
S.C., Jay-Z, either or
Young Hova, Big Homie, read 'em off
Daddy is home, niggaz are scared {Yup!}
Way before I put the key in the door
Ain't no other kings in this rap game, you kiddin?
Nuttin but my children, one shot, they disappearin
.. I'm on a whole 'nother level
I don't take your Jacob watch, I just screw off the bezel

[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Young.. Young's in the building! Desert Storm!
It's the Roc! (DJ Envy) This is what we do about this time of year
(Blok Party.. Desert Storm mixtape) Yeah (Volume 1)
Sho' nuff! Gangsta.. (c'moN!)

[Jay-Z]
Rapper/slash, murderer/slash
Punk muh'fuckers I will murder your ass
Gangster somebody soon to be dad
"Blueprint 2" homie, junior is mad
Mad cause his new son sound a little better
Knock a little harder, show the growth in his father
Similar in robberies, damn you gotta love it
All that spells in the air in better music for the public

[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young!
Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o! It's five in the mornin, let's get out of here
Let's burn..
(Desert Storm, Epic! Switch it up!)

[Styles]
The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!}
DJ Envy, feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga
Whattup? {C'mon man!}

If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh)
Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets
Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em)
Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!}
With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks (boost)
So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh)
Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your death is just a breath away
You alone like "The Castaway"
Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away (that's it)
They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here?
You ain't seen me comin?
Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain't clear)
Now I'm tearin off both your ears (both)
Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear
Y'all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here (boss)
So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here (crazy)
They ain't tell you that I +Ryde or Die+?
Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive
Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo (whattup)
I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (shit)
I don't play too much, I weigh too much
And when it comes to the drugs, I wait too much
And I don't say too much, I spray too much
Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch
What? {What!} My niggaz {Envy!}

[Chorus: Styles]
You know what?
I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt
You know why?
Cause I feel I could, I +Ryde or Die+ and everyday I'm so high
You know where?
Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there
You know when?
I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym

[Styles]
{Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weeded
One cornball nigga just to get me heated (one)
Listen nigga I am not playin (uh-uh)
He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin
Wrong end of the barrel (wrong end)
Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong)
If I run out of bullets
The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows
Got a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohs
I am too deep for you, street for you (deep)
Wanna fuck with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you (bring it)
Five niggaz holdin tec's on a creek for you
Make the whole family weep for you
Too bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag (scumbag)
What.. and that's why you fuckin with dickheads
If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red {C'mon!}
Y'all better keep shiftin ahead
'Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head
And all the fiends call me the pusher
But if you see my knife work then you call me the butcher
And it ain't no meat I cut
I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch
And you oughta come fuck with the Ghost (c'mon)
I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast

[Chorus] - 2X

{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders}

[DJ Envy]
It's the People Choice, DJ Envy
Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1

Artist: Fabolous f/ Paul Cain
Album: Street Dreams
Song: Why Wouldn't I


[Fabolous] (Paul Cain)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh

[Fabolous]
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops

[Paul Cain]
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides

[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
All for the love of cake

[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

[Paul Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not ta

[Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain)
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I what?

[Paul Cain]
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)
Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough

[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)
In Akademik sample velours
Hypnotic samples to pour
The European sample Azure
Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep tefs jammed in the four
Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door

[Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain)
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?

[Fabolous]
After a million scanned on it (yeah)
Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in "Space Jam"

[Paul Cain]
Why wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement

[Fabolous]
Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche

[Paul Cain]
Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados

[Fabolous]
Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes

[Chorus] - 2X

Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X.
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: D Block


[Sheek]
Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block)
{New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood}
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!}

If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!}
Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I don't give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all)
Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!)
I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh)
Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game
Y'all muh'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch')
I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit
I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh)
Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive)
FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh)
Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!}
D-Block the label that'll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon)
Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah)
Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?

[Chorus: Styles]
I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade
D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha
(D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha
(D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha

[Jadakiss]
I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it)
Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right)
Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA!
We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it)
Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh)
Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know)
The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!}
And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!)
They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh)
And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin too hard
Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God
'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard
And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West
(D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what

[Chorus]

[J. Hood]
Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine
The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline
I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh)
I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box
I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it)
I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004
We got dimes and dubs of haze
And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway
I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!)
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah)
One out of either one'll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out)
Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup)
And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all niggaz liars
Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire

[Chorus]

[DJ Envy]
Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy
Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)

Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: What Goes Around


[50 Cent] G-Unit haha

[Lloyd Banks]
I dont know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
Get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
I'm hear talkin' to the street now
That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
You still strugglin down to your last rock
G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
Becardi in a party, you sorry
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground

[Lloyd Banks]
My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah! Gilla nigga in the house nigga
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh shit! Yo, DJ Envy in the house nigga
{New Redman!} "You, are, so, vi-cious"
Yeah, Brick City's in the house nigga
(Chick-chicken, DJ Envy muh'fuckin set boy!) "I, know, you're, vi-cious"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
(Check it out -- scream at your dog) {WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?}

[Redman]
Aiyyo Dog you gotta be a gilla nigga, to roll with us
A camp full of hardhitters, with no quitters
Smackin the shit out golddiggers when the dough mentioned
Take out a new nigga rap, with a old symptom {ENVY!}
Yeah I'm Doctor Dude from "Malpractice"
Half you rappers ain't on crack, you just crackers {Yeah!}
And backwards, I was forward when I wrote it
So when I spit I'll chip a few niggaz shoulders
I want dough, you're only penny like bologna
Haters watch y'all know they +Envy+ when the song bump
Talkin bout they in the hood, where they hardly found
The whole hood got my number - CALL MI NAOW!
I ain't gon' read your palm, I know your future
Only thing I need was the street you're on
Now parked on your lawn is, two Denalis
Niggaz squattin with gloves and, Bruno Malis
New York and Cali, we don't play fair
If it's thick we rob chicks for they J-Lo wear (give it up bitch!)
Give it to they baby moms, and say it's a gift
Cause when I ball in my palm, I'ma play it to win - c'mon

[Chorus]
"You, are, so, vi-cious"
Yea, yea, yea, yo, Redman is
"I, know, you're, vi-cious"
Ha, ha, yo, yea, yo, yo, Brick City is
"You, are, so, vi-cious"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, DJ Envy is
"I, know, you're, vi-cious"
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, scream atcha frauds

[Redman]
I gotta, watch where I'm goin, start goin where I watch
It's summertime, but it's like snowin in my watch
Check the Funk Doc, the Lyor Cohen of the block
2020 Benz unfoldin out the box {yup!}
Futuristic kid, fuck if your team holdin
I'm shittin on y'all and I ain't begin to clean colon
I'll snatch the crown from whatever king holdin
The unforgettable, Nat King Flow'n
+Jack the Rapper+ like a conference
I'm passin out demo tapes with shotties under the armpits
(Give it up!) Tellin you to listen to it, or you die young
My music like ecstacy - EVER TRY ONE?
Throw your guns, it's a law to bein men
And I'm that all day, like the war on CNN
I turn your day to short, make the night go long
I got Doug E. sayin, "Reggie - on the mic - you're on!"
(Ahh ahh on, ahh ahh on..)

[Chorus] w/ variations

{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Def Squad}

[Redman]
Where you at where you at?
Def Squad, DJ Envy, Gilla niggaz
Brick City, Brook-nam in the hid-douse
With a dick in your mid-douth
2002, fuck whatchu gon' do
Word to mother

[Envy] Y'all know - switch it up!

hopelessly a man starts to feed your day
once he was there you never looked back
how did you think that his words might just fade away
he seemed harmless enough so you let him in and now you'll pay

i can't see him but he's stalking my thoughts
how does it feel when you can't concentrate?
i just stare
all of your daydreams are a seesaw for him to play on

how does it feel when he calls your name
you can plug your ears but it's not the same
how does it feel when he pulls you back

nobody's wrong nobody's right the birdman wouldn't lie
nobody's wrong nobody's right but i just can't trust him tonight

how do you forget a stranger that plagues your days
we arm ourselves when there's nothing to fear right?
wrong

how does it feel when it comes to pass there's something there
but it's not quite right
how does it feel, does it make you mad?

[Juvenile]
From N.Y. to the motherfuckin N.O.
{Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?} What's up Envy nigga?

Hey, hey, nigga what's up?
His body get bucked so put some Hennessy in a cup
I'ma snatch me a hoe before I leave this bitch
Tell the DJ he better play my shit
That shit right there, is platinum off the top
You already know my reputation, I will fuck with the cops
Whatever I'm at, guns and drugs involved
That gangsta shit bouncin from wall to wall
Women got in free and it's six to one
I'm fuckin some before it's done
If I don't know shit I know how to get that green
Like gettin them for 20, sellin them for 15
I got six hoes, that love me right
They'll love you too, if you're payin me right
I'm not that kind of cat that'll write books
but I could paint a picture in the ghetto on a lightpost {Desert, Storm}

[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo]
Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!)
Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!)
Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!)
C'mon nigga, c'mon! (Yes sir!)
Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!)
Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!)
Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!)
C'mon nigga, C'MON! (Yes sir!)

[Petey Pablo]
HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'?
Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control?
I'm off the rocker nothin can stop me, I'm HOTTER THAN HOT
Then got the Juvenile sweat the whole game around, YOU BETTER WATCH HIM
'Fore I fuck around and come to your house
Park in your momma flowers and cuss the BIRD NIGGA TO COME OUT
I'm crazy baby, I'm wild
I don't know if you heard about it but baby I been this way for a while
I got some NEW SCHOOL
The cables that supposed to be ATTACHED TO THE SCREWS
That done come loose and I don't know what to hook 'em to
Juve', Juve' - you better tell 'em what this thang'll do
SOUTHSIDE, RIDE OR DIE, fool who you talkin to? (YOU!)
I got enough to go 'round, my shit'll hit you from Uptown
And you know I'm from North Carolina!
Lay 'em down for real - a done deal, done deal
Pigeon-toed, long nose, bald headed NIGGA!

[Chorus]

[Envy - over Chorus]
Yeah, fat shout, whole Down South, Midwest.. whaaaaaaaaaaaat?

[Coke]
I'm the newer headbussa, baller bitch, bread toucher
Caddy white trucker, dropper, red gutter
Shut down the summer and ranger's newcomer
Ice blue and the rims look like cucumbers
I'm a hustler I serve the fiends
When it's ready I turn that light on like Krispy Kreme man
Set up shop, O.T. in small farms
Like I got that dope and her-on, ear from hair on
Y'all don't really want no beef with I
I'm at your crib ith the ratchet like Allen I.
So you could jump if you want {FUCKA!}
You get crunk if you want {SUCKA!}
But I got asthma and I always keep the pump fucka {FUCKA!}
Blow your brains on the dash like "Menace"
To identify you they gon' have to call yo' dentist
Coke keys, oasis where the heat be
Holla at a playa in the street, when you need me

[Chorus]

[Intro/Chorus]
Yo, turn the club 'to a jungle gym
Matter fact girl get all under him
If you know any freaks act like one of them
Get crunk again, have fun again, dirty
Err'body leave ya guns in the cars
And err'body run right to the bar
Get ya something staright or the bubbly
We ain't Bubba but it's finna get ugly

[Verse: King Jacob]
Yo, Vokal is so extreme
Strut up in the club wit the rest of the team
Thinking 'bout my dubs the compress is so mean
Got on blue and gray today, so fresh, so clean
Had to hide my eyes from the Disco beam
Just enough sight to find a Disco Queen
Just enough light to fire up this mo heat
Got just enough ice to not be low key
Look, I'm King Jacob you ain't gotta know me
But ya, you so real so you gotta know me
Addictive type and my baby moma OD
Descriptive writing made a million dollars for me
I'm just a Young Dude, young and doing young
Pursuing like them one dudes from St. Louis
Murph, come on dirty, where P, let's represent the turf (Youth City)
If you change in the game represent what we worth

[Chorus]

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Hey yo I'm Murphy Lee the trouble maker
I'm in the club with my house shoes on
Don't like being in the house too long
Having dreams about buying the bar out
I don't own a dog so sometimes I got to let my cars out
Hit the lawn on my humble abode
My car dusty but it rassle the road
See I used to have "freetime"
Now my life like a "Nextel" and it's not "free OP" time
I'm three times, four minutes away
Peace to printed shirts for the LA in the ashtray
I ain't been in this car for a month
So I think I'm a call this a throwback blunt
Hit the corner bumping Old School, ready to drink
Cause my stomach full of Barbeque Tofu
I knew two people at the door
So I EIP, parked it and ordered some more

[Chorus]

[Verse: The Professor]
Hey wait, hey hey, hold up, is it my turn yet?
I been waiting the many let me introduce you to 'prentice
Plot - me in the club and it's 3 AM
With Murph and Jake so drunk I had to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one
High as can be, back on the scene, what do I see?
Dance flo' hiding her plan, they taking off things
Daisy Duke shorts unzipped with the thong inbetween
Girl, you got the fattest ass I ever seen
I give you, what you need dick, weed, but you gotta be clean
A fat ass ain't err'thing except if burning up slings
King I stumbled in to him, he still wanna drink
A thick chick took him away and gave gim head on the scene
Blinking, looked over my shoulder and tried to spot Murph
Spotted three dimes that swooped him up, Menage time

[Chorus]

[Intro]
Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!)
I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!)
Dubb B with the banger, Webb, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!)
Shouts is stupid let that bass knock

[Verse 1]
Still on your block with it (WOO!!!)
Street ball and the black top with it
Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!)
Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted
Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!)
Like, no team could beat us
We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump off that nigga
Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper
Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck
Breathe, and then hide your bait
Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent
Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!!

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 2]
Pause, man I tell 'em whatever
Say I got a little X they think I know the director
Ma, that's just how the game go
Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow
Trick, I know how a groupie do
Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!)
Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All
this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later
No! I won't see ya tomorrow
how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow
Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks
That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top
You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef
Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!)
No, funds comin over tonight
She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes
Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide
Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 3]
Crates, I keep the pump out
Park the V jump out when I need to dump out
Cain, y'all don't know a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!)
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!)
Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
(Friday) Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
(Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood
With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood
(Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad
That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!)
Wait, y'all know that's right
Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!)
I'm good with somebody's bill
Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!)
Let's, go, sing the track now pause
Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!)

[Outro]
Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!)
Devin, on top, (WOO!!!)

[DJ Envy] + (DMX)
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
(Uhh, yeah! WHAT?!) New DMX! (Grrrrr..)

[DMX]
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog cause I'm shady {Yeah!}
You remember that kid from runnin up and down from Buildin 80? (UHH!)
Highs are extreme (uh-huh) lows are suicidal
Got me reachin for the Bible cause I, think I'm genocidal (yeah)
Fakers think I'm bluffin but I'm not (not)
Say that I be buggin cause I be makin it hot (whoo!)
Knowin all I got is my, nuts and my word (aight?)
Though I'm never seen, the Dark is always heard (uh-huh)
I speak for those who speak with glocks (UHH) from frequent blocks (UHH)
Where the objective is to put in twelve, stay alive and leave in knots (UHH)
From little rocks bein sold
Then motherfucker, if you LIVE to see 40 then you old (damn)
And me bein the way I am, if the Devil close to me
That's the reason why I'm never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be, on some Dark shit (uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh)
Rip apart shit and start shit until whenever I depart bitch (UHH, WHAT!)
The hard shit, will leave yo' ass stretched laid the fuck out (whoo!)
I'm on the edge, WHAT! (UHH!) Life is played out
I made out, kinda good with the last couple of runs
Up the, coast with it; couple of keys, couple of guns (uh-huh)
The funds wasn't the issue, it was OTHER shit (uhh)
that had me flippin on my brother's shit, stealin from my mother's shit (UHH)
Cry by myself, I couldn't hide form myself
And if I push my wig back, then I die by myself
Cause it gets..

[Chorus 2X: DMX - singing]
Deeper and deeper
With every move I make I'm fallin
Deeper and deeper
These souls from underground keep callin

[DMX]
Why is it that I do what I do? (WHAT!)
Why is it that, only to these streets can I be true? (UHH)
I ain't never been shit, my peoples been told me so
Hold me yo; niggaz don't, know me yo!
Cause they ain't out that mob that's out to get niggaz (UHH!)
Rip niggaz, split niggaz when you hit niggaz (UHH!)
Long as there's bodies to be caught, there's shotties to be bought (YEAH)
Hired that transport, fake Gotti's to extort
I cry for help but niggaz don't, hear me (AHHHH!)
Niggaz don't understand me! That's why niggaz fear me (whoo)
Hit the old neighborhood cause I'm bout to end it (damn)
Stressin shit that I went through and what I BEEN did
Niggaz I offended, will have to take it as a loss
Cause in a minute, what I'm THINKIN is about to look like sauce (BOOM!)
Gots to pay the cost and this time it's gon' cost you my life
My love to my children and my, wife (peace)
Step to the last - would I, could I, should I? (uhh, uhh)
Really understand with, seein with my good eye (uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
The hood I, came up in showed no mercy
Unforgiven of the many plagues that cursed me (damn)
The worst we went through would make a, grown man fumble (aight?)
Learnin to walk, and it HURTS when you stumble (yeah!)
Figure out the jumble and you live, if not you DIE
On my knees, hands up to the sky, WHY?

[Chorus]

[DJ Envy - over Chorus]
Yeah, it's the People's Choice, DJ Envy
Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1, Blok Party

[DJ Envy] + (DMX)
Yeah! (The Dark)
What you know about, two 24 verses?
(The life) DMX.. (to fight, goin on right now)
Heh.. (tonight, f'real) fat shout
Whole Bloodline, Jazz, DMX, Uncle Ray

[Fabolous]
Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh
Ghetto! Oh yeah
Please believe it, believe it please
Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh
Street Family, yeah
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O

[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro]
New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
This shit's called Grand Theft Audio
C'mon maan!

[Fabolous]
The kid's usually armed
Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!)
And find who you fools wanna harm
Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon)
The pound slugs look like combos
A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?)
I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah)
Private jet interiors that look like condos
Ya security look like Arnold
But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh)
Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest
It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat
Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar
To looking in a Dupont registry
I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that
'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat
Ghetto

[Joe Budden]
OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens)
In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves
I don't care what type burner ya using
Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving
Look, tried and acquitted
Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it
Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out
No matter how much you customize ya Civics
Block work, glock work, give him CPR
(For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR
Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase
Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case
I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?)
When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds
I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer
All you young rap dudes is bammers

[Paul Cain]
Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain
The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain
I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back
No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black
Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap
I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap
I still hustle coca and crack
Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques
I don't write, I speak what I feel
And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill
I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil
Right hand, few feet from the steel
They wonder how I flow so strong
'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long
I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover
Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother
Always ready to clash wit titans
And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning
Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in
Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in
Motherfucker!

[DJ Envy]
People's choice
Don't forget Desert Storm
My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens
Fat shout
Varcity clothing line
My man James A.D
Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party
You know!