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[Keith Murray]
Ha! Yeah,L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with the ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause you'se a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile I shot ya! [Prodigy] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty bout the, But you first baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I shot ya fagot ass [Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Running this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser [Foxxy Brown] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashing rings and things (what the deal) Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, macking Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infested Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! [LL Cool J] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be debate Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always running back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I SHOT YA! |
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Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Seventeen, tryna man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had new jet with my own pilot No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic Did a lude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north Where the homie was but back then Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist And office foley cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly hills where we chilled Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks Now reptiles was left out about a watch What is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managin' money, they never come across I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall? I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts 'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups I got a million cash tryna get the kush up Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap |
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[DMX]
URRRRRRR Uh huh Y'all motherfuckers ready or what? Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what? I don't think you are I don't think so! They got my back against the building I'm the villian that's creeping around corners Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us We might be coming through, gunning through, running through So be careful what you do Or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me I don't know whats wrong with me But it seems like since you heard of us Y'all niggas turning into murderers Couldn't fuck with a third of us Still against me And wanting to see me in the box Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X. Leave you Red like Foxx Ain't nothing funny about that I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers [Jay-Z] I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin four-somes I'm loathesome I scream out fuck the world then I throw something Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad And our punks leave you gagged up in your car Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you I before you X and Ja-Rule Death before dishonor now and prior to Boss man spy on you Conspire you Me die before you? You liar, you Niggas is dead off the hits I approve Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits Y'all niggas don't listen Whether in streets or in prison When we find them we twist them They fucking up missing Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda Murder incorporated It's murda In crime we all related It's murda See if y'all can take it [Ja Rule] I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves Through ya nine niggas Straight do or die niggas Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit X, Jigga, and Ja as expected Shot on the world and reflect it Niggas don't respect it So get it the worst way Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey Shot up in broad day Now everybody want you I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time It's murda Whenever you see blood It's murda Lay you down for the love That's us Leave the lights on Knife through your windpipe Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right You thinking it's alright But it ain't I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist Giving niggas facelifts and taking it While making you bleed And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug Who holding the heat? Who leaving niggas cold in the street? Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G. Niggas better watch me closely Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer Jigga, X, Ja niggas It's murda |
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(pmd) yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it
(e-dub) redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam (pmd) erick and parrish millenium ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*).. Uhh.. yo! I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york To break it down to straight english, what the f**k you want? Remember me? you punk faggot crab emcee Get your shit broke in half for f**kin around with p Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools Next up! (e-dub) yo I believe that's me (pmd) yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony (erick sermon) Yo p! Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot E hustle, and muscle my way in Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave them like -- who done it? Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "wow!" Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place That's that nigga, makin you +smile+ with scarface Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style Next up! (red) yo yo it's funk d.o.c. (e-dub) yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony (redman) Hehahhh! yo yo Did you ever think you would catch a cap? Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? Yo did you ever think you would get robbed At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? It's funk doc, you know my name hoe My style dirty underground, or ukraine po' When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and shit Snatch the trap then I dash like damon did Doc, walk thin red lines to shell shock Hairlock with f**kin broads in nail shops Hydro? got more bags than bellhops Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture Papichu', slayin crews in icu Battlin, usin hockey rules For keith murray, doc gon' cock these tools Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool! I "just do it" like nike, outta 'bama With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! Yo next up (meth) it's the g-o-d (red) yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony (method) Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues hardcore ! to make them brothers act fool Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff* Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff* Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech* Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro! The sky is fallin - geronimo! I feel my high comin down.. lookout below! Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers I rock for the low-class, from locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash Yeah yeah, the God on your block like godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy i'ma kill her John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban Wu-tang clan, numba won! In the whole nine, I hold mine Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! F**k them a.k.a., for now it's just meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less (all) next up! (lady) I believe that's me (all) bastard! (pmd) get on the mic and rock the symphony (lady luck) Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told Hot, even though dames is froze Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes Y'all better change your flows, hear how luck spittin? Stay drunk-pissed in the s-type, stay whippin *screech* When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin It's written, we in the game but ball different Point game like jordan, y'all play the role of pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin Man listen, stop your cryin and your bitchin Like e and p's last cd, you're out of business |
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Intro:
Duel, worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical! You make the call, I make the call! It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, nigga) I know you know it'son kid (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!) *bell rings* Verse One: Method Man Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening style, blowing up the spot like ballistic missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven tearing up the power-you, Me-Tical A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker *bell rings* Bitch! Meth Vs. Chef (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death *bell rings* Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt cause niggaz act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher *bell rings* 'Tack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your ass 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings* 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet Motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way *bell rings three times* Ahh shit! Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth |
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