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Intro: Cappadonna
This album right here This is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear a lot of um... A lot of love A lot of hate You know what I'm saying? Cus it's like come on I got enemies I got frienemies And those that pretend to be's HOMOCIDE HILLS! That's the grits THE GRITS! The barracks baby word up Verrazano bridge yo yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I give a speech like Martin Luther King Let freedom ring Forget a bow ring It's a black thing Holding me locked up With brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted Most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home Africans With jet black Americans Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans Deep in the street Thugs carrying heat The rest of the projects surrounded with gates Middle class families are moving upstate While the younger generation selling cake Trying to immitate mixtapes It's all final Big locks on the Verrazano Get fined BB conduct On some King Tut Poverty struck I seen the right to enter Uhaah took My cup runneth over Stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold world got my girl scan Fight on the sand I'm allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils in the eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all know I'm going out like PLO Whenever I go uhh THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Verse 2: 8-Off] I start the slaughtering Make all eyes start watering I know an 800 number you can get your coffin Start ordering Th |
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Uh-hoh
(We back up in this piece, yo) (Yo, Donna) (Snatch these birds for a second) (They rabbits) GROUPIES! (Straight up nothing but rabbits) (Word up, birds are free) (Word, let go) Verse 1: Cappadonna She a super model 33 - 33 throttle Love the way her body shaped Shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro CC leaving marks on your titties Love you in your Nikes The sweet sea breeze Make me fall to my knees If it's possible Can I get a set of keys I swallow your tasty's BBC's they come in all varieties Hire me Hire CC I'm a liar But gimme, gimme My middle leg get you skimmy Take this shit like a shot of Remi Bend over let me introduce you to Rover Until it's over Now you sober Put your leg back on my shoulder I'm a scrub like you And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do My new 75 wives's coming through One female that live near the Bronx zoo Had to be home no later than 2 And the 2 twins with the hour curfew The light-skinned females one's you call Boo THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!(Wu Tang) HOOK:Ghostface Killah She a super model 33 - 33 throttle Love the way her body shaped Shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your titties Verse 2: Cappadonna Chocolate milk you look good in your silk Put your body on tilt Take me for 2 G's Even though we not married I make love to you You can call me Larry Call me anything Don't trap me with the ring I'm a on |
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[Verse 1]
Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation cats got the puff powder dance underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot speak at the ones on top at the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you the struggle is official with this chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers we rock those real black leather bombers for real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills ya'll better be still my brains come out of my ball pen for my origin I put the work in, any predictament in fact it don't matter to me the rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency but rock beautifully, no security with me hard times and prophecy one idea, two children and three for virginity pure energy whenever you confront me I'ma take yours, star wars. [Chorus] Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam (repeat Chorus) [Verse 2] The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now let the Teck blow now more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies blocks where the Babies pick locks and Women make love to other Women it's the pillage, your Mother's Sons no more cold war, it be the poor ones no radio play, from the hallway to the doorway they banned us, cease to understand us rap criminals segregated, player hated underrated, project recipients Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer photographs with the Hummer a young dumber, boun |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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Intro:Raekwon(Cappadonna)
Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business Know what I'm saying? Straight up (Love is love) Yo, don't play with them shits up in here Them shits is dangerous Verse 1: Raekwon Hey yo Hey yo Hits Sally Timbaland grand finale Damn imagine bringing back Alam skin bally's Glass of this Leather dick down status That's crabbage Can't see the real so you average Drip cammo Who carry Van Damme ammo Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo Chilling with niggas who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees Tuck these rugers in your lands Cemented Bent out of shape mend it Represent Spin been through it god Hold the Mac splendid Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti Rob me God'll act ungodly What never been done before It's real son you gum it out Run it in the gun store Verse 2: Cappadonna Everyday all day Fat like Bob Rockaway Dipped in the latest spot me right away Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay Darts in your area that's how I play Nobody else shouldn't really have a say When it come down to this Shaolin, USA Represent fully give me your air space Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face Make room as I step up to the plate RZA create sounds of earthquakes Make no mistake kid y'all just faking Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon WTC rush like Regan Crush your little song while you on your knees begging Interlude: Raekwon Who? That nigga right there? Son he trust me watch this shit right here |
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| 3:19 |
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We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime we know a tech, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know This years money and thug affiliation Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration. AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation. No busters, niggah what no imitations. If one things not for cash and gold rings it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'. Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin' This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a trick, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platnum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough We know, we know We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks (queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?) I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray. And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving? Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us on the lose like mine and passing others? Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him. Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em. We know how to get the money and hussle, we know how to split a |
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| 4:13 |
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When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water
[Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast (If y'all ain't wit us y'all) Uh! Uh-huh, yeah (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Come on, come on, yeah, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo These thoughts is fire hot like uh! Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo [Cappadonna] These thoughts of fire, hot like sex Never fall off in the projects Original Don, rockin the world Catch in the palm, hold on to me Real rap shit, over here The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the hoes, and get lovely OTF, cases of bubbily Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no pity Get the cash, fuck that kitty After that, it's time to get dough (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Gimme a track, I lace the flow I go to places y'all can't go Overseas, me doin the show Playa hate me but we got the Mo' Test me, that's a big no-no (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! [Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers] Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know - |
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I'm goin' all out, I love trout
Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up, I tear mics up peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck tear the jail up, truck with the mind food truck with jewels, forget babylon rules I'm crusin' with the angels goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that graduation hats, bigger stacks ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic hold ya'll like the Atlantic Pillage at your service clubs start to get nervous loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips packed with the info, join the revolution slang prostitution, even if you boostin' play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired a Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside. Chorus - O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this live this, thats how we conduct big business O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga when we come through, might have to jump on you 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this give this, thats how we conduct big business. Verse 2: (Shyhiem) I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty shotgun, pull it out and s |
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If it's possible I'll step in your obstacles
[Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Chorus] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle [Chorus] -a |
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Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa Keep ya head to the sky (Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Some things might just change, right? Keep ya head to the sky) Ya hear? [Cappadonna] Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God But times are hard, take a look around Poor people treat ya brother as a equal Snuffin to be found on the ground These ain't the faces of a clown We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach My mind is still in reach Never too far away from the pains of today And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away Before we come together and pray, God is the way One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay Children away from judgement day I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Some things money just can't buy Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky [Cappadonna] Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother If you can't follow, mind's are hollow Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry I'm like the fort singin on the ferry The fairy Godfa |
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Whateva, whateva man
I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up [Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X) [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the Black Boy video? Bring Run back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks [Chorus 1.5X] [Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I so |
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