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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
[Hook: X 4]
We bogus bogus and mafia! Say what? [Never] Stand tall when this shit jump off Better back back down Got a wild wolf pack attack We'll body snatch em, crack em Detach and smack em Run from the gun finna have you some Spin em around ready to drown em Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin Blindfold execution style Certified straight lunatic bucked Good county bounty rowdy better be audi Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers Ride, east coast west coast In the middle, down south, 2 bogus Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black] It's a motherfuckin stick up Giddy your shit up Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click I roll with Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up Gimme that money, ain't shit funny Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray? Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby If you know what I'm sayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin Face down in the ground hopin dead they live You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat But it ain't where you from it's where you at I'm in the golden, nigga [Hook X 4] [Coldhard] Well if your city's hardest Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before Paid to do my same life Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too [Juicy J] This goes out to all my niggas Flippin cheese and countin figures Put your boy up in the picture Knowin I wanna be down with ya Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas Clicked up like notorious killas Never focused, always bogus Blunts and guns is all we totin Constantly rollin, constantly rollin Tight on white but weed I'm smokin Every corner playas postin Eyes are red from dope we chokin All your hoes they blowin kisses Pay attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin Dippin in my stridin Never slippin, just slidin, canivin Bogus bogus nigga hopeful Got that mossberg Send the word, Kilo Not because the mac spittin potent dope And this overdose, comatose We gon rush and drain your mind It's a Conflict in the ghetto And we livin in crucial times [Hook X 4] [Lord Infamous] Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) I'ma let this mob take off Won't stop until I knock it off The left fill it up till it wet and erupt Erupt like muggin my type busta Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little Feel my force, of course you're hoarse >From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches? Lord Infamous shock absorbin I'm squishin like project roaches Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus [Wildstyle] Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run Gun got me so gone hit em son We the number one young gun Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none Run up and get done punk Hit em up jump straight bucked When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk It's on fool pull the wrong move And soon lose ya like Lucifer In the middle make a fool of ya Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed Huh? Where ya nuts son? I got Chicago straight Chicago 98 shit figured up on John Doe In the roll no flow peepin at all Close to coast close to crawl Bump em all, put em in shock Cuz ya can't walk or walk If ya know who the boss, pack it up Ya lost, say what? [Hook (till fade)] |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
(hook: repeat 2X)
Keep on taking me high, so high If they say we fly, we fly (Who dat?) Flict' and Do or Die (Who dat?) Coming from the Chi Bring in the bidness, shut em' down cause their raw Making you feel this, two of the realest crews Laying the rules, do you wanna get chewed up? Shut em' down, one round, when we cruise up Don't pop, one two, combination get a swift violation Put it on my nation, hit em' high, low, murderistic flow We can throw down, in the middle we clown To all my homies locked down, you know I got the clip I'm a pop 'em and drop 'em with two shot Just sippin' and dippin', are you slippin' and trippin'? Motherfucker we don't care who dropped on who block You gotta ride on, you'd better say what motherfucking side you on Never know what the Flict' and Do or Die be on 85 MPH Finna' break all them fakes, in your face, demonstrate Suckers never knew we ever get together on you tricks Chop it like dope, take another year, better step back coming like lunatics A.K the dope with the scope And any motherfucker run up will get smoked And any motherfuckers run up will get choked Coming from the hood and we ain't no joke (hook) True representation coming from the Chi, plenty much to deal with Tell me could you feel this realness, feel the illness (?) the world on the business, we live for thrillness We still could steal this, let 'em really get to know the deal in this game When you push up the price on your name, cause people cause the rain Trying to get your message, just live off your vein Keep blowing, flowing, glowing, now your soaring like a airplane Flying through the sky Steady keep on pimpin' and we thinking were Do or Die Keep em' hot and horny and the canist they want a ride If they say we high, we high They say your bogus, you got the locusts Can't hardly keep my focus, mentally I be the dopest nigga Nigga been sippin' cypher with my six shot rifle Tonights the night I take flight, I keep it hot like vipers so fly I'm knowing your thinking were too zoned out, too blowed in the Mo' gone But your all wrong, all we do is fly We show floating on, still strollin' on, keep it strokin' on >From the home of the C-H-I-C-A-G-O Do or Die and Crucial on the airplane Represent for the same thang, running that we claim, the bounce bang Ring slang to the picture, should I wreck shop? Airplane on the get up, what You can't stop what you can't get up to touch You wanna be down, be down where we stay up Droppin' bombs bout' to blow up Sure 'nuff it's a hold up on the airways You're dazed, in the phase, gonna craze, got you crazed Fly swayed cache, air tight take a flight off hay On a comeup like airplanes (hook) Westside hoodlum with spit shine toys, rhinestone playboy from Illinois Chi' tiller, raw dealer niller, thuggin' posse like thriller, pop milli's Push poles like Godzilla, still a villa filler gorilla Check your mouth cause you know I'm 'bout scriller Real motherfucker from the Chi, I'm a killer For realer, gotta set a pound like a pillar D double O-R-D-IE iller Crucial Conflict, we be riding high, Do or Die keep your head to the sky Belo-Zero gotta get me by, keep on getting me high, so high Hiding in the house, P.D., like a fresh little momma I'm a (?) like Piranah's, have em' harm you Screaming, stealth bomber your honor Yea, Do or Die and this Crucial Conflict's Trying to accomplish in all this here drama KILO! What it be like BELO, let em' know our steelo on the D-low We getting so high worldwide universaly where we go Really though want the dough niggeroe I Double A in the air when I fly B-E-L-O and the Flict' I be gettin' high, gettin' high gettin' high Gonna take you on an airplane ride (hook) |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G-A-D-E and Conflict Load em' up and bust a (?) Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all y'all I'm ready to brawl at all times, don't give a fuck who I'm up against As long as I can take everyone in my circle If you really wanna know, nigga most peronal My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage I'm comin' out with full intentions, be takin' these niggas to other levels Bringing drama like Physco, going through cycles Every trip that I take be suicidal living like Waco So I'm down to ride, down to do whatever, whenever, the weather Look I could not really care, on another page, through the blaze I'm 'a get at em' Nasty, come and get mashed You wanna up gats, you'd better be strapped Ain't got time to change em' my my mind is finally made up Thinking just fuck em' all up Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down and out, wildin' out done got you shot Should have been down to put a rock in your sock But your sock got a whole, and I'm on cocked Back with the sack in the rodeo pack Get back, I make a nigga get slapped in the face with the gate I'm 'a let the cult demonstrate The conflict gettin' crucial when the raw be killing em' Come thirsty nigga Punks be denied, ready to ride,willing to die, feeling me now Nigga get the right act in your mind Nigga get the acts back in a row right Act that jaw, to the right axe saw Ain't no thang bigger, and I'm a' back em' all Temptations trump tall, upskirts Let em' deal with the hurt, quick fast ways Take that motherfucker, it's Wildstyle Take your weak ass niggas along, fuck Bone Dissin' my home, sayin' we clone If your ass want to battle, boy I'll take it to the chrome That's right, my city gonna ride with the Flic', die with the Flic' What you wanna get on, what's up? Cut the bullshit, get em' with the bidness There's gangbanging in my blood, no love Get slugged, body drug through the mud, bring it on let's thug Cause we comin', straight young gunnin', catching niggas running Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none Bone killer, killer to the bone, I got that home address Y'all niggas better leave it alone, this Raw Dope life or death hook Any time or place let's go, down for the cause, strapped to draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) Let's get bucked til' this bitch catch fire Look a' here, we the rodeo riders, crucial colliders, crucial killers (?) fighters, wild west-siders You can't have the truth, the truth like liars It's on tonight, so know We having fun making highways on your crossroads, overload The fuck E coming back in the form of the Messiah, tight like pliers Cutting perfect wires, hide like Mayans The reason they singing the blues is cause these niggas need to retire More of a musical wiser So I advise you to get up and be done Give me the bone, those motherfucking niggas really don't want none Pop for the Wild-Wild, feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping em' Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead When they lay in the land of the raw, nigga what you seen, what you saw The nigga 4 deuce stack em' all Bringing the C-O-N-Flict team from R-E-N-E-G-A-D-E's Got four others now and take everything you own Now as serious as I am, why am I so serious now Cause it's been no time for games playing around wastin' your life Quit talking crap and pullin' Pussy gonna get you killed if you don't use it Got go-getters, plenty missles, stop em' drop em' and I'm wishing Who that fucking with your eyes Got you blind to the fact that it's us against all, back to the wall Violent lessons jumping off unless you all to the raw It's the bull and the rope and I'm making you choke Travel the world with us people and folk Tell us go watch everywhere that we go But we still keeping it dope yo' Niggas just bark for some Kibbles and Bits Niggas don't know about this lyrical shit ?Life or death?, Renegades, Realer and Flic' Coming through your town and killing your clique hook I'm a hit a nigga up so truly gooly, he wouldn't understand it Recognize me in this shit as a chief I said And run up to me with your shit, go on and do it, cause I would Fuck this motherfucking status shit, I'm bringing the goods And tempting their manhoods, to think they could even fuck with me Call me Coldhard (?), busting shit from 'cross the street nigga Throw all my cards to box with 'em Cars are still deep but your sound was still illing What the fuck, you niggas think I'm chilling cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll bust on one of you stupid ass niggas for being a fool Stroll through, I'm heated Them gats combusting rapid at your whole crew Get called for disaster cause we strapped and let the dogs loose Hit the main man with the deuce, for the high tech shit fucked up With Flic' now its on with you, you scared, ? out your ? in bed Sissy ass nigga we really ain't done shooting the lead Split your cabbage to the red for fucking with us Now we sick in the head nigga By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark Keep messing get marked Face to face I'm 'a check them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli catch a toe tag for touching my billi Who the fuck want some drama, I'm a' slice 'em up, dice 'em up I'm 'a cut their head off then neck I'm feel like I spent twenty years down in Tibet Rumbles, give me red ass knuckles, knuckles hit his eye like buckles Buckles keep 'em spit like Ruffles Fuck it, like a must we buck it hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
I'm catching feelings that somebody watching me
Tapping on my phone when I'm all alone (ain't got no privacy) Trying to bring me down so I look around Let me see your eyes, coming in disguise all in my mind Trying to set me up for the kill, better be careful who I let ride Where you know me from, I never seen you no day up in my life Is you in my closet, under my ?bedroom floor and stalking? Right next to me, plotting, watching Trying to break up in my pockets, got me cautious He might be stalking coming up the alley walking Looking at me ride off and then roll up Everything got through, telling all my bidness Want to see me fall apart, take away my life sending me to prison Maybe cause my religion (I'm having wicked visions) Everybody coming up missing and he got my mind tripping hook You'd better watch out for the faceless ones Because they might be coming for you (2X) It's something missing in this picture, can't make out no clear description Reception peeping on deceptions, seeking that evil luck, out to get ya' Who plotting, who watching, who knocking you cause your you But just like you, hopping I'm hopping Gotta do what I gotta do if it is true I'm clocking faceless ones, you might think you know one When you don't know the faceless ones, I'm gonna be looking for 'em Can't get away from none, they don't make 'em none to be Trying to knock you straight off your feet Playing games in the background, I'm beat But you know what you sow you reap What go around come around times three Wait, hold on, we gone within deep Death is in me, got him in my sleep Nightmares, making me go deep, I stares looking up to see Be aware, cause they on the creep playing for keeps No sheets for the faceless ones hook I think somebody trying to peep me out, what the hell is this about Ain't got no trust but to be scared, this person might be in my house Now, budged it and dropped something, got me thinking wrong doings Thangs look strange in four or five spots, help me Lord please not so soon Hell, I'm ducking now, don't know who might try to pow-pow Pack it fast before I'm down, on the low, can't be around A faceless one is plotting me Could it be my neighbor thats thinking that his wife liking me He stare at me, he's bound to be the faceless one But I don't know, sometimes he don't even speak Not just him, its too many, but he stay right next to me So I had to take a peek, cause I'll be DAMNED if I sleep I get it on cause I ain't weak, leave it alone, your past weak to blast me hook Who dat' coming with the mac attack, attack of the mac In the back with the sack from the front Is is that freak that I met last week that offered me a blunt (?) soon as I'm on and 'noid, That seemed like our players and something end up being destroyed I can't avoid this ain't my motto, don't help me from looking zoned Cause a faceless one is a tasteless one casting them stones and going Who put that patent on my seat, who that rat trying to steal my meat Who that cat licking on my feet, (?) Now buzzing something over my head is the cause and plot to take one Trying to burn down the barn (?) Going straight, and peeping game and moving moose horns Have a demonstration, who dat, who dat racing They chasing, car pacing, infiltration put it on my nation Its the faceless one hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
Crucial Confliccccccccct, come out and play (yeah c'mon)
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place, you on top of me Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi' I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty Nothin' in your oven, baby feed me now Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this My ghetto queen (1) - You're my ghetto queen Right around the way from me Watering those ghetto trees We be high just like them weeds Might be ghetto but you queen to me That's how it's suppose to be Do whatcha gotta do for me Forever fulfill your fantasy When you think of me, have your cream Everything my team must to do one thing You're the meanest queen on the scene Make a player 'fiend and be havin' dreams For real, it's real as it seems You bring the trees, I'll bring the B's Begin to freeze on to me, you can scream to please Plus I'm ready now, take a stand, got me on Rockland I can be your freaky man, you can climb in, suck a 10 Want some ends? You outta there No more funny face, put you in your place Come be the dinner, I'm a bring the plates She's my ghetto girl in her own world, she's a queen Queen of all things, for that I mean she's Spring Personality rings bells in my dreams Night to dawn, light spread tight, let's swing Grip it in motion, wet coastin' with a little bit of ridin' rough Up and down we stroke, strokin' puttin' things in her pocket is fat But watch her stay cool, calm and collected Flexin', check it, never was on that stressin' Cuz she bring that hay for the day, what a blessin' Right around the way from me This ghetto queen got up with a king Keep it clean and in essence (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (Kilo) Where the players live Have to deal with the Macks Like the traps in the concrete jungle Life's a safari in the mornin' huntin' In effect, your pulse beatin' like bongos We be like this, gettin' high Ghetto queen you look so delightin' Heard your body callin', callin' me, baby Tellin' me to rodeo ride it Don't fall off, hold on Get your roll on, step aside, hugged her back She swore she wouldn't do me, need your loyalty You're makin' me wantin' to snap I know your man is mad as hell Cuz it to a player and I did it well And I added one more for the road, to let 'Rem know Kilo weigh heavy on the scale, mmm (Wyldstyle) Dedicated to my ghetto queens in jeans, That think they're mean I'll massage you with whip cream I wanna spread you legs and said you were my lady Down with me, clown with me, fall to the ground with me Lovin' how you sound when we get 'Rem off Carry on to the dawn, give a dog a bone (lick 'Rem low) Rodeo show, duckin' you, buckin' in the back of a Cadillac Tell me if you want it like that (let's bang) Got me tweakin' Mary Jane, it's a hay thang Me and you, everyday keep it high like flames (your game) What's my name? What's my name? It's Wyldstyle from Chi-town, no shame Me and the ghetto queen comin' up the main Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane Sky high we fly when we roll by On the down low, doin' my thang man (Repeat 1) Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' (Repeat 1 until fade) |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
hook
I'm bout to explode I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down From locked up or even dying I can dig the problem I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone With the thieves in the hood don't look good Never ever thought she could jump off like that now O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down Everybody wanna have the crown Every breath you benefit the sin We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends You win, the wrong for what you doing You need to start snatching, kick out the mob Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back Anyway homie wasn't all that If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves In a positive demonstration That we could never conquer shit and defend no more hook High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off Smoke that bitch, what a mess I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my Niggas with the bottle, get the top Then pour out the back door when its war Armor to your brothers stay clean Watch your back young brothers I mean My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely Why? hook Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?) Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain Hustle and rain pain niggas Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole I don't know where the hell to go Cause my life is like a pack of (?) Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would Every day is numbing If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out hook So much shit on my mind I can't find the time to free myself from going down Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb You thinking different, defending for the real of it Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions The feeling like I can't take it no more The mission is dealing with pressure Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha' Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha' He shook off and looking for shelter Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
Sometimes you gotta let it go
certain situations you're facin' will make your head explode (ahha ha)(x2) being in this game ain't no joke plenty brothas on the street straight get smoked people wearin them folks its straight up bump to the grind we drop and it seem like it aint gon stop growin up around gang bangers, feinds that'll make you scream, is on the scene, us that make ya cane it was fun at first, now i pass i was trippin with the game, but the game dun got to bad them boys lockin us up left and right im down with the cause, uphold the law it begins at birth, from which I draw and everybody wanna be the man with the quick hand but the big man un-organized up in them thangs, blowin our brains close your eyes picture how you might die sippin up the ‘dro, livin in the g-e-double-t-o comin outside sometimes im strapped knowin that somebody might try to pull my brains and my life wanna take me out it’s the life we live for, we kill for when you get pushed to the edge of the ledge and fusion all I hear is music |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
I dont know bout y'all man
but im ready to get my motherfuckin smoke on I want some of dat green shit, hell yeah, Let's burn, all the ghettos, hey wassup kid? Chorus: Crucial Conflict Roll somethin, roll somethin them niggas aint talkin bout shit (bout shit, bout shit) Roll somethin, roll somethin just cause you just cant hang wit dis (wit dis, wit dis, wit dis) Verse One: Wildstyle Yall niggas aint shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift giddy up and get down all you niggas aint do shit one rap down round two chop it off like cool whip(whip) rowdy runnin rodeo can't ride fronting in two clips shocking like shocker evertime I pop you knock out the box, better move quick flick comin out of the back in this motherfucker yall disgusted bustas cant be trusted for nothing fucking with this hillbilly wild westside C-H-I-T-O-W-N and it's on for life nothing nice, no ice, you chase we fuckin niggas up across the nation wit no lubracation dick is thick and coming at them like Hitler (fuck you) act like you dont hear me then, wake up high we in your chin we embursted with a curse and be worse first and kick first now vice-versa two feet first they kick first and worse reimburse the winning cuz I'm first at somethin Chorus Verse Two: Never Put it on your ass motherfucker we kill them up bad (kill em up bad) Hold that one shit when you fucking with the flick you was talking that shit but you couldnt last bring to you hoes knockin down your door tryin to knock some chunks out yo rump, at night to the broad daylight if you wanna gang fight droppin yall one by one, coming at them with the quickness with the flickness, gonna sign your death wish cuz you gonna get dealt with, slappin you hoes makin sure your eyes closed take em out by mouth and blindfold with the foot on your chest you know the rest nigga got us pissed off die for mine, raise up get blazed anyways get sprayed your laying in the grave, pop em, drop em, re-cock em, then squeeze them we deceased to be the defeated, repeat em and treat em like read em rights I aint finna brag but the man cant hang with the bogus man treat like a punk ass trick, put a row gonna be closed casket serious nigga fuck that laughing try to fuck with us we be blasting, smashin Chorus Verse Three: Coldhard Buck buck, pump pump, drop drop, we drop, bluck, hit you wit da teck what da deck? run up your debt wit no sweat and we dont regret disrespecting your click, fuck you bitch, pull out the shit that got yo dangling picture with a nigga now hangin figure let you big up (?) got me strapped in, bust a cap, but I'm warnin ya, dont want none start shit that you just cant finish, be the end, and the family ended sorry it gotta be this way but I'm sick get a gangsta plate so now i got a rodeo, one warrant then blow me up, up, up and away, with my team it aint no thang, spoil your dreams, a murder theme we dont want any crap, I'm bounty clean, snatch that hoe and take them dividends I mean I'm gonna fuck you, what can i do about me? Hennessy you inferior to the new king what you hollerin? a silent scream Chorus Verse Four: Kilo Come, (Come) ride her ass and cum(?) and be up send the same aint buy not shit where motherfuckers came from (????) shit that can get you straight knocked the fuck out knowing you a bitch, a person, just stop cursin' thats why I'm refrainin from hurtin yo ass punk nigga,trick nigga, bitch nigga, fag, say somethin smart and watch you get tagged wit a motherfuckin bat, who got so scared when soem tellin yo ass nigga act like a bitch start to cry (?) ready supplies, get em rawhide fight to the death and I won't be denied your life like Pete's eye mother fucker on rye them thangs'll die, touch me I'm alive, why set yo ass to fire bitch (?) snap off your two nuts right quick niggas aint talking bout nothin slick and shit to deal with, roll somethin Chorus 2x |
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from Crucial Conflict - Good Side Bad Side (1999)
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You know it's time to get 'em on no doubt about it we gettin' scummie You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie (2x) Verse 1: Never You know it's time to get 'em on, early in the morn' leavin' 'em scummie, tried the ground's rollin' on take it to the dome, lick 'em up like billy jumpin' passin' baby I'm fired up, just got up, so what up, shoot'em up on the 8 flow twenty if yo to the left, 6-8 I'm still fresh, 55 steez I turned express, in the motel, well again problem son a fiend of Henn pump it up at the hang out I'm about to begin Scummie, mummie, I'm about to get my money, Who got some on it, on the real I'm on, comes home with me Trippin' out with my homies, just chillin' with Tenderonies No question, we gots to get 'em on, no if's, and's, or what's about it No Diggity, No Doubt it's a must and plus I'm just Bout It Shoutin' Scummie, 1-2-3-4 Rodeo in the door kickin' Conflict All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess Cause I know ya..... Hook Verse 2: Kilo Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds, wit' a Mack maintain Wagon rollin', posse swolen, hustle keep that potent game Blowin' thru that wild style punk in the trunk Watch all the flict get, get swayed, do ya thang, thang, movin' past it, keep drivin' me crazy Try to phase me, please understand it I was raised on cornbread and yams man sick a, sick a country jams, nut graded pick is what I am Gotta deal wit' it or kill it skillie Bitch or no chasin', watch 'em fill it So steal, you off your square playa, give it up phone your spirit You know how your hustle be on, like Perignon Can't wait for the party to come around Wanna get buck get up on the babysitter Get the trucks for the tight ass and then Gitty up (alright), all day (all nite), all across the nation When it's on (take 5), we gone (outside) Universal vacation, scummie that is Hook Verse 3: Cold Hard What's it be like, cause I'm never rest to die, pack for real Canibus smell up in my gear, gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear, hear, (what I'm gonna say), what I'm gonna say you just might fear Leave 'em in bitch said free this year Everyone toss up Dubs a tear, appear (to be nice), to be nice, the scummie live We Gitty up hollar Flict, laughin' bout song that we did (doodle-oooh), Who hoggin'? Give me a squeeze You know it's time to get'em on, early as it is (Scummie!) Is what the playa's say When they bendin' thru the keg Got a head fo' any kinda hay And wait can't Duoble Williams way, hey Randy It don't matter, all them fine and dandy Bend this block so I can stop at the barn and chief some from Sandy Hook Verse 4: Wild Style Party over here, it's time to shower, the place dried up, cause I just got paid, comin' thru the door where Johnny may, in a bar criss cross Allisade, feelin' hip y'all known as gitty up And throw my city, from the North to the South to the East to the West Get scummie and the dope gon' tear it up With the boldest crew bringin' down yo' roof Still hollarin' that Flict Make another brother ball up in a minute bring it to him Steady runnin' thru ya crew, dumpin' up in 'em, in 'em and break 'em off right quick Any time right now, I'm tweaked to the beat Fallin' asleep, up in the party meet, body heat Tryin' to move my feet to the beat gitty up wit' a freak Still know my P's and Q's, if you snooze ya lose Wait a minute, what's up fool? Slow down, before there be a Showdown No disrespect but you brothas know the rules It's cool, we could get our swerve on Strokin' on, the illa of a killa For real-a, when my ace go boom Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm No harm Hook(to fade) |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place, you on top of me Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi' I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty Nothin' in your oven, baby feed me now Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this My ghetto queen 1 - You're my ghetto queen Right around the way from me Watering those ghetto trees We be high just like them weeds Might be ghetto but you queen to me That's how it's suppose to be Do whatcha gotta do for me Forever fulfill your fantasy When you think of me, have your cream Everything my team must to do one thing You're the meanest queen on the scene Make a player 'fien and be havin' dreams For real, it's real as it seems You bring the trees, I'll bring the B's Begin to freeze on to me, you can scream to please Plus I'm ready now, take a stand, got me on Rockland I can be your freaky man, you can climb in, suck a 10 Want some ends? You outta there No more funny face, put you in your place Come be the dinner, I'm a bring a plate She's my ghetto girl in her own world, she's a queen Queen of all things, for that I mean she's Spring Personality rings bells in my dreams Night to dawn, light spread tight, let's swing Grip it in motion, wet coastin' with a little bit of ridin' rough Up and down we stroke, strokin' puttin' things in her pocket is fat But watch her stay cool, calm and collected Flexin', check it, never was on that stressin' Cuz she bring that hay for the day, what a blessin' Right around the way from me This ghetto queen got up with a king Keep it clean and in essence (Repeat 1) x2 [Kilo]: Where the players live Have to deal with the Macks Like the traps in the concrete jungle Life's a safari in the mornin' huntin' In effect, your pulse beatin' like bongos We be like this, gettin' high Ghetto queen you look so delightin' Heard your body callin', callin' me, baby Tellin' me to rodeo ride it Don't fall off, hold on Get your roll on, step aside, hugged her back She swore she wouldn't do me, need your loyalty You're makin' me wantin' to snap I know your man is mad as hell Cuz it to a player and I did it well And I added one more for the road, to let 'em know Kilo weigh heavy on the scale, mmm [Wyldstyle]: Dedicated to my ghetto queens in jeans, That think they're mean I'll massage you with whip cream I wanna spread you legs and said you were my lady Down with me, clown with me, fall to the ground with me Lovin' how you sound when we get 'em off Carry on to the dawn, give a dog a bone (lick 'em low) Rodeo show, duckin' you, buckin' in the back of a Cadillac Tell me if you want it like that (let's bang) Got me tweakin' Mary Jane, it's a hay thang Me and you, everyday keep it high like flames (your game) What's my name? What's my name? It's Wyldstyle from Chitown, no shame Me and the ghetto queen comin' up the main Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane Sky high we fly when we roll by On the down low, doin' my thang man (Repeat 1) Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' (Repeat 1 until fade |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Baby I'm Sorry (not gonna let you down) for what he did
I'll show you I'm not gonna do those things that he did to you I'm gonna love you I'm gonna hold you I'm gonna give you everything that your heart desires You don't have to question love 'cause when I get home I'll show you love I know you're hurting baby because of what he did But here I am to rescue you from that man of sin He took your life from you and noted you for him Promised you brighter days but now your light is dim He had no right to do the things he did to you If I had half the chance girl I'd be good to you Don't let don't let don't let don't let Don't let what happened in your past hurt our future Chorus One man can make one women hate all men Tell me why is it that One man can make one women hate all men Makes a women hate all men One man can make one women hate all men I'm sorry that he took your heart and did you in You lived your life a lie now it's time to seek the truth If it takes the rest of my days I'm gonna make it up to you So you let your guards on down I don't want to go no rounds 'Cause baby I'm here for you true truly here for you Don't let don't let don't let don't let Don't let what happened in your past hurt our future Chorus Bridge I'm not tryin' to hurt you (I'm not tryin' to hurt you pretty baby, pretty baby) I just wanna make sweet love to you (all I wanna do is make you feel good all over) While making love all the things he said he'd do to you and he didn't girl I'll do to you Baby I'll do, vow to you 'cause I'm sorry that he took your heart and did you in Chorus 2x |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Whee-hee-hee-hee!
(Chorus) Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride wanted dead or alive. Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive. Bogus way of life. Who the hero? Who the villian? When I'm sterrin down the block fools wanna try why fly what they ridin' on the tip of a rider slidin' somebody gotta die on the frontier. Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit cause the hood be on shoot em up everytime I look around something goin' down buck buck somebody got popped stop drop hollow point tips hard to dodge when you lookin' down your enemies barrel you wish your apparel was camaflouge booyaw what you gone do now I got my crew pal and weese wrangla's what I got in my chamber will rearrange ya goddang ya will hang ya death wish wanna play under lasy under lay can't help it when I spray break out if you stay you're gonna pay in a bogus way I'll blow your skull hollow now if you follow that's your choice and you're gonna feel sorrow death hard to swallow you rodent here todasy gone tomorrow shouldn't fuck wit a... Chorus In the streets it's a game niggas try to get a name but ah, I don't fuck with em when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna squash it, watch it. Ride off through the valley leave em in the alley. Stankin' bitch who gone trick no witnesses I rush the vic two times in the shit. I laid em, miss he was acting like he had something I got pissed. No whif. A nigga said that he was at you what you gone do strap up black hoody up and bit the dust a hard head make a soft ass, so I'm gone blast. Watch a motherfucker last. Shoot it don't baby food it you got something nigga you'd better use it. Threatning a nigga with a gun it aint fun you caught one. Three off from the back gotta blow my guns woo-woo with a glock make your ass stop. Attack again won't come back again fuckin' him up like a bitch. Bustin' at him quick reachin' for your shit try to get away from me you getting hit you dig. Better move your kids I'm at this nigga and I don't wanna do it, but I'm wanted so fuck it I'm ready to drop em shit I got em. Chorus Who can help but to be scandalous cloned a vandalist but aint havin' shit. Boom. Buck. Buck. Who's next to get fucked up. Chump gotta lot of rowdy niggas wannt get your body stunk. Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard where niggas are livin' and copin' and rooftop scopin' at ass too fast sufferin' succotash. Quicker to bust and blast take em up off the map. Now you wonder why it's on it's on, cause a motherfucker didn't play like that. Start the shit the Conflict we attack right away. To be exact now you wanna squash it. Uh-uh it's a rumble only way we gone end it when you on your back kick off and ripped off til shit aint attached. Itch through the dirt like a bitch bad with crabs. Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw Desperado rollin' out I'm wanted for millions for hanging up scabs. Take that bust off cannon then haul ass. Bogus way of life. But life get the last laugh no chance to glance and dance. Shit in your pants your leavin' the land hit your whole clan with they guns in they hand. Mission is finished and victory flawless. Chorus Gunsmoke from the Chi never with a crew and it's Flict and die. Gotta' put em up put yo hands up right now clap I'ma snap react and serve my pack or punch a punk dumb here I come with the Flict renegade and raw dope'll split heads. Come equip or get rip with lead never dis dat strap so what's next we can get down rumble or tuggle around what you got you gotta give it your all right now pal or get piled with pow you foul we buckwild get on up you got one false move. It's Chi for now we down to change the rules. Buddy done got his nutty split sent off a bit now he got some conflict got a thousand grams of mac Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak. What else you need to justify trials of the Flict cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a poppin'. Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin. Tell me what you got, I'm starvin' bring it on nigga you trigger happy I'ma desperado. Chorus |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Hook 2x:
C-H-I-C-A-G-O It's the final tic and here we go Forget about them other styles Conflict kicking rodeo Verse 1: Kilo Once upon a time In the land of gang bang mentality When we drop quick Final tic clik Fatality is reality When the sunset We blaze this hay In the midst of a Conflict that's Crucial Here we become bogus on the hunt Notice how we speak this bump If you wondering what is rodeo THEN SADDLE UP! For a different adventure A journey to Chicago Westside where the hood lie '95 bound, we talking bout shit Of a different plane Secret loan hear we bang The rooting tooting shooting maniac Banging gats blunted high The gat going up tonight giddy up We copping that game at the drop of a dime Cause really where I'm at Scandalous, peeping the foes You gotta know the signs Load 'em up fast time running out Turn 'em in turn 'em round For the Conflict If youz a snitch you betta get a grip And come equipped for the Final Tic Hook Verse 2: Cold Hard You know again it's on in the motherfucker Still riding, my style is based on rodeo Crucial Conflict what they hollering They spooky now nigga let's turn it on Fuck it burn shit Let's fight till we hear that final tic Kill till we kill each other clik Bitch, you was talking crazy But now we finish up your damn mouth Send your bitch ass back down south Let you know that your ass out Niggas playing these games like a lame Get they ass whipped Beat up and slapped around Broken legs twisted hips Two eyes shot two busted lips Teeth knocked out two busted whips Bloody body up for gives That's the life you chose to live Now what's up wid that tough shit I knew your ass was just a bitch Drop you down just like a bomb And you got the Final Tic Hook 2x Verse 3: Never Nigga this the final tic Calm bitches done made him mad Bust a cap and jump back and it's on And I'm gone and got a damn thing to say Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time Fuck a bitch fighting ain't the same no more So I got the stinking hoe Push that bitch 6 under zero Who to roll mile though for Chicago Kicking down the door wid the rodeo C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb Up in the barnyard Smoking on hay everyday in the Chi-Town Had you throw down wid rodeo fever And we got our mind made up Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it Let me get down and take it To that other level, petty ride Who doing the killing Presuming to killing the villain I'ma meet you on that other side Born to kill a man gotta kill a man Born to ride and ride and roll in thick I'ma come on up so you betta get ready For the last and Final Tic Hook Verse 4: WildStyle This is the final tic I didn't mean to show my ass hoe But I can't be soft coming off nasty Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna Make it out alive kid you might die I could fuck up your homies Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no Dynamite all around me In ten more seconds we all might be gone Four tons a death You can't escape the Conflict Wid the rodeo when you explode It's overloading the flow If you know woulda known Betta pray cause it won't be no more Did you wanna be blindfolded Pressure, all around make you feel it I'ma villain I'ma kill it Final tic tock quick In the room and smoke it Close you eyes and hold on tight Don't try to fight it's on tonight Bet a motherfucker now won't touch that mic Cause he might get this dynamite Grabbed your face trying to get away Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch Straight from C-H-I, we never die You know I talk that final tic Hook 6x |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Hook:
Get up, ride, sit back Who's dangerous Get up, pow, you foul Can't hang wid this Get up, now, gun blast It's a Conflict Get up, ride, sit back Who's dangerous Verse 1: WildStyle It's time to get up and hit the hay Wid the high ass hay song Betta come and get some Drop the top up in and Cock the glock and peel Rolling through the teal What it feel? And if I slip Ya betta come equipped Listen to the whips And the gunshot rips I really don't give a damn how you feel I kill if I gotta do it Down and to the ground I nail When it's time to mack, them freaks, I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh, When I get it wid a girl and the dough It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos When I gon' slang them thangs They write the word the word is flict Tricks wid style it's WildStyle I'm pissed, you think you can throw Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness You supposed to be a playa But you running at the mouth Shoulda mind your business Come and get it try to get it Rougher than the necks I break necks on somebody wanna flex Then let's flex and get it off your chest The wild west, yes, flict Hook Verse 2: Cold Hard It's the wicked wild west, Winchester for your chest Or your man people just can't understand That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze Then you losing ya whole damn crew Those scoundrels got a round for 'em If ya mama want drama I'ma bump her in too Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW! Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout Death for real pow Never could ya get it Wid a renegade desperado, Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain I be coming round the mountain, Gunning, nigga done in Ya best ta giddy up When ya hear them horsies troddin' At full riding, and ya climbing And someone shotting Much trouble passing on the barnyard Go 'head and bounce and let it go I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow It's the real rodeo kicking the flow So hoe on the ride Can ya giddy up hoe? Hook Verse 3: Kilo Thinking I won't bust you Don't luck your punk Glad ta get your body stunk As I creep wid a rowdy clik Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk Man I hate ta do this shit Cause it was my melody Thought that I called him a bitch So I up my barrel-y Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide That's why he died nobody cried He shouldn'ta tried Holla flict and ride Meet you in your next life Get on you square get high tonight Cause last night when he been here Now he wanna know why he didn't ride A pocket knife or even flict Boing boing ya see me dong floing Giddy up now watch me get thoing Get ya ass fast I'ma last Demonstrate, pass we crash Face to face and my nigga Gohilian mixed beast type nigga Dangerous to the world Giddy up now what you figure nigga Hook Verse 4: Never Everybody giddy up Drum down on your money Do you wanna put um up now, shit Fucking put him up punk I'ma put him in the trunk I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives All a bag a funk And go coast to coast and GET UP Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine Doing hard time In the state a mind of a, killa Niggas act like I won't pull Tha block block blam Boogie woogie shake it to the left man Back to the right man Making the tightest song Gone again, drinking on gin Smoking on hay getting in my zone Riding slick been on the block a bit Put on the good old Final Tic C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up While we kick that rodeo Back to back we gonna smoke on And toke a sack and tack the proke on I was born to get up and put 'em in flight Never say never cause never'll do And make 'em all giddy up tonight Side to side let's ride and roll Ya can't control ya self no more So come on ya gone Got 'em all dropping And leave 'em hopping To the hip old west For you ya boo ya whole crew too Hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today. I'm tore up,from the floor up Sippin on some crown royal. Trippin,in a circle of wood Where everybody smoke they own bud. Good ole' hay How you feel today? Fine,blowed and dandy. Silly like i'm hype off candy. Gotta big,thick chic named sandy. In the farm in the middle of the barn Where everybody's feelin crazy. I went to visit granny's house. Now i see why don't nobody leave. We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's. Too blitzed to even shake it off But i still got my head up. Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn And get my big black peter sucked Pass the hay you silly slut, Blaze it up so i can hit that bud. Git me zoned and i'll be on. Cuz i love to smoke upon hay. (chorus) Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. The hay got me goin through a stage And i just can't get enough. Smokin everyday I got some hay And you know i'm finna roll it up. Make a cloud I'm gonna take my mind away from all the Bullcrap. Bump my sounds Lay back and roll Mack to the freaks that's on the road. Sometimes i wonder When i was blowed on the streets. Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough they be. In this session,manifesting On myp's and q's Never snooze cause i refuse. Inhale,exhale the smell. Smokin hay all by myself. Wildstle,laughin loud. Wit my homies by my side. If somethin jump off let it ride On my square when time is live. Everybody throw it up Go to the barn and get some hay. When i get my choke on. Fool you know i'm smokin on...... Hay now hay We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn And i'm lit up Can't get up My eyes are red And my head is spinnin. Took another pull Ridin red bull Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids And we bout to get in em. Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at And everything funny. Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high Smokin all that hay with no money. Now truly this bitch wanna do me So i hit the 151bacardi She high like the sun Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. That hay got me so gotdamn horny But i don't like that tramp. The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. And i got the munchies I need soul food. Collard greens or pinto beans. If you smoke hay like the conflict do, Then you know what the hell i mean. (chorus) Rollin down the block Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack. Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that Hay stack Back up on the scene from smokin herb, I creeped up on the wall and all i heard. Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in The hay With a funky dime word. Couldn't be myself Couldn't smoke wit nobody else If i didn't pass it to the left. Nigga would have lost my breath. Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint But i can't Cause i roll around in dat barn ride. Rollin up the hootie hoo Roughest skin roller on dat west side. Nigga come on in I got some hay Won't you close dat barn door Nigga what you let them flies out for? Ain't nobody to rich, we poor. Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn The flies keep us chokin. Thank you jesus christ For all the hay you're givin us Cause we'll keep on smokin'. (chorus) |
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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today. I'm tore up,from the floor up Sippin on some crown royal. Trippin,in a circle of wood Where everybody smoke they own bud. Good ole' hay How you feel today? Fine,blowed and dandy. Silly like i'm hype off candy. Gotta big,thick chic named sandy. In the farm in the middle of the barn Where everybody's feelin crazy. I went to visit granny's house. Now i see why don't nobody leave. We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's. Too blitzed to even shake it off But i still got my head up. Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn And get my big black peter sucked Pass the hay you silly slut, Blaze it up so i can hit that bud. Git me zoned and i'll be on. Cuz i love to smoke upon hay. (chorus) Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. The hay got me goin through a stage And i just can't get enough. Smokin everyday I got some hay And you know i'm finna roll it up. Make a cloud I'm gonna take my mind away from all the Bullcrap. Bump my sounds Lay back and roll Mack to the freaks that's on the road. Sometimes i wonder When i was blowed on the streets. Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough they be. In this session,manifesting On myp's and q's Never snooze cause i refuse. Inhale,exhale the smell. Smokin hay all by myself. Wildstle,laughin loud. Wit my homies by my side. If somethin jump off let it ride On my square when time is live. Everybody throw it up Go to the barn and get some hay. When i get my choke on. Fool you know i'm smokin on...... Hay now hay We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn And i'm lit up Can't get up My eyes are red And my head is spinnin. Took another pull Ridin red bull Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids And we bout to get in em. Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at And everything funny. Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high Smokin all that hay with no money. Now truly this bitch wanna do me So i hit the 151bacardi She high like the sun Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. That hay got me so gotdamn horny But i don't like that tramp. The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. And i got the munchies I need soul food. Collard greens or pinto beans. If you smoke hay like the conflict do, Then you know what the hell i mean. (chorus) Rollin down the block Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack. Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that Hay stack Back up on the scene from smokin herb, I creeped up on the wall and all i heard. Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in The hay With a funky dime word. Couldn't be myself Couldn't smoke wit nobody else If i didn't pass it to the left. Nigga would have lost my breath. Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint But i can't Cause i roll around in dat barn ride. Rollin up the hootie hoo Roughest skin roller on dat west side. Nigga come on in I got some hay Won't you close dat barn door Nigga what you let them flies out for? Ain't nobody to rich, we poor. Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn The flies keep us chokin. Thank you jesus christ For all the hay you're givin us Cause we'll keep on smokin'. (chorus) |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Hook:
Just getting my money All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me Just getting my money I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see Just getting my money Mack all the way what can I say Just getting my money I'm the prince of the funk And it sounds this way Verse 1: Cold Hard, Kilo Introducing myself as the chief-king Cold Hard Looking cold like the blow Of windsmoke like a bodyguard Slick as the slickest Slicker you can thinka Screw me ya goofy trick And then I'll switch ya Got me all hot when haters be at me Tryin' ta kick off something cause I be jazzy But I don't trip at all, I keep on macking Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking (Kilo) Check it out I strut Peeping all the good butts Can I get it on you can have a cut Of a potent raw dope party That have you peeped in one hit Of the key to mack, have you freaking Straight game from the Chi-town The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls I'ma thousand grammes so act clown Playas hated looking faded Ain't that funny, dummy, Yo girl be giving up the money Hook Verse 2: Neverless Brothers like me you know I have ta ball a bit Out wit the Conflict and you know we runnin' it My fellas told me there's a gang hanging on the road Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4's They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain But I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mine Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5 Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild Style Freaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the best Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay Crucial Conflict's got 'em in the barn smoking on hay But still it's on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day As I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money! Hook Verse 3: WildStyle Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back In the 'Lac we be like snicking a mix like this Every single day when I play my way Cause it ain't no thing for me ta just chill Got my money in my pocket everything is real Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me? Creepin' it's the weekend and I'll be sneaking Bass penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime Ya see the mack make it easy, All a y'all freaks we can party all night Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put 'em up high Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat, Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me To all you MCs, playas indeed, it's the wicked WildStyle And I'd like ta say peace Hook (til' fade) |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Hook:
Life just ain't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) Life just ain't the same Life just an't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) Verse 1: WildStyle I know I gotta make my life right Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice Niggas in the hood wanna take my life Wid a knife so I strap up every night This game ain't no joke I pray to God I don't get smoked Never trust no hoe woulda known that Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh, Thinking back in the days when I played But now I see that life is real, I got a shorty to make my name live If I get killed, but I ain't no bitch That nigga that try ta get me gon' Have a hard time, let's see when I pop That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine I live a life of crime, Niggas like me keep mommas crying I think I'ma lose my damn mind If I do some damn time Gotta watch my back and pack a gat That's how the game goes Times change how they bang Life just ain't the same no more Hook Verse 2: Kilo Sittin, wid a shorty, They box, but they shoot not Talking that shit you wanna gangbang Well we gon' show ya how Try ta kill me I'ma try ta kill you Vic, what you think you slick Ain't no love forever hate Demonstrate, bring yo clique Tell them folks in the hood Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY! How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp You punk ass hoe, I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot Take yo pack and run yo spot If you strapped show me what you got Being a chief gon' get you shot Betta get on it niggas I creep wid So you got ta be fast It ain't the same, shit done changed That's yo ass if you don't blast, And you fucked up trying ta go to war Now it's on every night and day This is serious, ta game any joker Less it's gun play, bi-otch!! Hook Verse 3: Never Creeping ain't no sleeping Life ain't the same in the game Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind Found myself drifting in the wrong direction Back up in the old days, Niggas used to fist up on the block Capping ain't no thing to me When you wanna get rough Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus Everytime I start to think bullets scatter Have a man caught up in the system's Making us brothers ratter tatter And I really don't give a fuck My attitude is in the indo It ain't gon' never be no old days In the ghetto no more So you betta get a grip on reality And triz-out, I make a wiz-a Coming up in the new day's a damn shame Nigga might think that it's still the same But the shit done made an ugly change Coming up in this fucking game Tryin' ta make it in the new days man Hook Verse 4: Coldhard You know from what I can see Life just ain't the same now I don't give a fuck no more And I ain't afraid ta die I'ma be all I can be Fuck who try ta top me Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit From the eighties to the nineties Nowadays we gotta wreck shit Niggas coming up wid they clique stick Gangbang about a bitch Jealous cause a nigga slick What the hell is this shit? Youse supposed to be legit Talking all that pimp shit Nothing but a sweet vic I bet I ain't gon' be the one Kissing up to no nigga's ass Just because they say he bad Get his bitch bump then he sad Crying like a baby Life ain't like it was punk Betta get on top of yours Fo you fuck around and get gunned, Punk. Hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Yo check it out, knahwhat I'm saying?
It's time to get a real low down About how it goes, knahwhat I'm saying? Ain't no need to beat around the bush So uhh, just check out these playas Pop it like this Verse 1: WildStyle You like this hoe I bump this hoe She be turning tricks man Let me show you how to play your way Up in this pimpin' game Tell ya this from the get go If I catch ya with another brother You just gone be hurting fast Hittin' wid why? Don't you cry? But bitch you out there bad Get what you can, understand I got another plan Try to wreck shop and spit it fast Pass a bag as I tag dag Now I'm fin' to go for first scullie man I'm mannish, dirty shouldn't hurt me Why the foul niggas always wanna serve me? Who gives a fuck they be like me Never let no motherfucker spook me Like I'ma goofy, I'm down in this town so slick And I want that coochie I'm blazing up, Come in all, rodeo When we go A pimp is a pimp And a hoe is a hoe Nigga let that shit go Hook: Here's a little something That I think ya'll should know A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe When you on the street You got to let that shit roll A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe Verse 2: Cold Hard I'm just a slick nigga anyway Being bogus to a bitch is how I'm raised Ain't no sense trying to get in this If you broke hoe get up out my face "You a trip!" , No I ain't no trip Watch my pimpin' in the future bitch Hoe trying to play these mind games Like these trick lames get these bitches rich Uhh, guess who ain't tripping bitch? For the shit you be trying to pull slick I'ma stand on ya ass fast and pass Watch me hit another lick Hoe I ain't bout that groupie shit I'm gon' come out squeaky clean Have you ever seen, When a man fiend, Cause he ain't got no damn green Square figmonts and marry them hoes Fake Tims and paying 'em jealousy flaring 'em Just cause a nigga be wearin' and tearin' 'em Big thick I wannabes I must be scaring 'em Got a bitch nigga wanna be my companion To keep them hoes from all that bragging But hell nah, it's Cold Hard On the bitch I bogart Hook Verse 3: Never Check it out, You gotta pimp a bitch Gotta put a bitch down on How to go make that cash Creep in slick, get up and dig Then just straight break his ass Cause it really don't make no sense Just to get up wid a hoe And she ain't gettin' paid Bitch betta have my money laid Down like a nigga strung out on hay Hoes might try to strut man, And pop game, back at a pimp Real hoes know not to fuck wit me Cause I really ain't down for the broke shit Bitch wanna know how Never do it Never did it, now that bitch wid me Sticking her hands up in ya pockets Giving me all your fucking profits And it ain't no thing I let a hoe know quickly she gotta go When she getting to attracted to a nigga Out on the stroll she can have that nigga Bitch I'ma get my pockets bigga Slow down throw down and pimp anotha hoe Why fuck up the game trying to reclaim that bitch Just let her go Hook Verse 4: Kilo On the level pick a business Never snooze on the game Up out a freaky bitch A pimp is a pimp ya'll That'll find every vic That's waiting cause it appears to be A mack is a mack when I'm rolling Bitches be riding that dick like a horsie Giddy up wid it baby Never loving no bitches Giving me jones that can force me Niggas turn to mack like us Cause they getting played At they own damned skin Fall in love start fighting for that hoe Trick or treating like it's halloween If you can't see open up your eyes And wake up cause you sleep on your knees Cause I said it was a time when a no good hoe You need to be getting rich How you calling yourself a pimp Boy you fucking up the game, Scullies taking you off your square You ain't a playa youz a lame Don't push me just want the pussy If you broke please don't tempt me Kilo's on that hi-tech shit A bitch will never pimp me Hook |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
(Chorus)
Hoochie, Coochie Everything It's all hidey-ho shake the party drink forties the rodeo. (2X) Cold Hard, Never, Wild, Kilo, finna bring it on. Gitty up when I look around everybody's zoned. Bustin' out with the Tonka Toi bout to make some noise got the crowd the brothas proud of the Flict boyz. Rollin' down the avenue real slow, lookin' for a freaky deek that's good to go. Who we gone pick lord we don't know. Whoever we pick got to be slick and throw down with that rodeo. I can't take this anymore you keep on knocking at my door. Why you wanna waste my time in and out of my life. Tonight's the night we ride the rodeo. (Chorus) Gitty up now drop down to the flow Rodeo can you ride it some might brag a bit then don't know how to ride a lick. What's happenin' Rodeo make a move and get down wit it. Toi with the clique from Conflict Rodeo ride it. Sitting here in my bedroom thinking of all the things you can do when you touch me in all the right places my toes curl up I just can't take it. You told me that you cared and you wanna stay away but why can't you stay for awhile and play. Tonight's the night that we ride the rodeo. (Chorus) (Bridge) Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up. Gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up. Gitty up now. Tonight is the night that we ride the rodeo. |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
(Threats, fighting, and drum loops in background)
(Chorus) Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown. Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown. Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown. Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown. Listen up all you damned dare varmints it's finna be a showdown. Better flee the scene that's on the real, better keep that head down. Pick a bigger strap, better come equip and don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose. Pullin' out a pocket knife will get you snyped and you know niggas is gonna have to shoot. Could it be that I had the loot in a mood for bustin' chickens nigga thought he had him a sweet vic but he had him a schizophrenic. Better have that itchy for the homicide aint no love, I'ma let it ride now it's gonna be a showdown. On the lowdown, better stay inside trippin' cause a nigga gonna die if Billy Joe didn't tell that lie he would still be in the barn. Instead, he got buckshots in his right side. Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie. Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn the showdown it was all good, and I came home with that smokey gun. (Chorus) Wait a minute, hold up now, who want confrontation. Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique, ha, I ride with a nation. And I'm bustin', not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga on your deck, so don't sleep to make you stifle. Got a rifle with a scope, you can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep. You came to closed to the style partner can't fuck with the rodeo. Here we go, wild westside, gitty up, move em out, head for the hills I'ma let it ride. The trick didn't know about the gangbang boogie 'til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead. No need for calling out your momma name now son-of-a-bitch you dead. On your mark, get ready, set trip, I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker block bam, my shit never jam. Like a hoe you fold when I stuck you snipin off a building gangbangin' is an everyday thing. Runnin' down on a hoe down, gotta low down, it's a showdown, nigga bout to go down, slow down! (Chorus) I'm just a bogus nigga fuck that nigga next to me. You get that ass dropped quick never had no love now you wanna challenge me. Fuck yo chief we got some beef. When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight I'ma be the nigga that take your life pop your ass say nighty-night. Born to do some damage I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker even think he rough. Blaze that bitch and bust him up. Pussy motherfucker I'ma take your stuff. Shit is out of pocket man, but all this shit is finna change, cause when I come this time I'ma show you a nine aint no joke, I'ma kill you some more, and show them fools Wildstyle aint no hoe. And if I die we all gotta go bad thing about it, I don't give a fuck, wondering what I'm livin' for face to face with a nigga that I hate. I'ma meet you on the hellground, look you up in your eyes and spray, smoke you in the showdown. (Chorus) A motherfucker told me it was gonna be a showdown. When I came around I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down. Fuck it niggas wit it let's rock the town, flee on the scene, now what's up baby. Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady came to loot better have what you gone shoot, cause we straight actin' crazy. C-O-N Flict nigga that's what it is when you tote them triggers gangbangalistic father figure. Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker, yeah. It's a showdown, not just my hood, but town from town making motherfuckers recognize the flavor coming from Chi-Town. Yee-Haw! Be quick to draw pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw. Make a nigga see what he never saw. Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw for a showdown, we don't play around. Motherfuckers gone die we gone kill 'em up pal. Motherfuckers playing these damn games, kill 'em up in the showdown. (Chorus) |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
(KILO) I was born to be a PIMP! Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin, Never caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon, Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit, In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang was the knowledge I (???) to the left side, Went under(??? walkin???)well, hangin on the curb puffing herb Straight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get my nine Strappin up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block This is a stick up,don't make it no limit let's pick up (nigga) You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka You best to give it up to the right, thats them niggas conception But thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left Chorus x3 (Wildstyle) They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass I'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it BITCH Comin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why? I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa Blastin at the niggas on the other side picking up the trigger when you come up right? Aint no love what love got to do with it when you be slappin them ugly BITCHES! Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes She be giving up the pussy left and right I could've fucked that hoe last night Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set, 45 automatic if you want to get off your chest Shoulda broke it to the left man Chorus x3 (ColdHard) Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it For fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker that you thought you had you a trickhead Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit And your whole click aint shit to me Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D Bustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast Know you hoes can come and see me Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time Specially when I come to shoot I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine Only you some nigga dying to hell wit his momma and them and all that crying Nigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN, Another nigga that wont make it in this world man, played hisself to the right And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame Should've broke it to the left man Chorus x3 (Never) Could it be that a nigga want to play game, And the game done already been played, Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit for your homies in they grave, Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep, So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper When you told the playa pimp ill beat ya and a nigga like me was always in the game Cuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight Nigga used to get they ass (???), and its still the same up in the CHI Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin butts up in they face, On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace, And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid Smokin on a fat sack, gat to the left lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray Pimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay In the cradle, if ya able Break it to the left man Chorus (till song fades out) |
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from Crucial Conflict - The Final Tic [Explicit Version] (1996)
In the land of raw dope
Ain't no love for suckers Only real niggas And real bitches Strap up and roll Let a motherfucker know Hook: Trigger happy bitch Giddy up now This bitch might POW POW! Trigger happy bitch Giddy up now This bitch might POW POW! Verse 1: Hoes run the way Y'all betta recognise Triggers holdin' down this shit And it's Shante for the 9 to 5 Wicked bitch of the Westside Homicide you know the lead Getting up wid your grammer bitch Don't you trick Come wid some more realistic shit Hands in effect get ya ass kicked Body blows betta roll Chi got me be in a bogus fold Never get me love Just money hungry Got a sack of hay So I'm living naughty Trigger happy nigga bustin' caps Hell done broke and bitch is snap Stick ya up kid for the showdown You betta leave town fo the sun go down I'ma throw down on the low down And run you bitches outta town (The bitch is trigger happy and she gonna throw down) Hook 2x Verse 2: My name is trigger And if you pull me and I'm mad I will straight pop On some shit in the bogus bitch Toe to toe this bitch will bust Head up cause I'm fed up Some bitches get lead up Thinking I'm a damn joke Watch me get realer Shit ain't nuttin' funny I'm wreckin' money Niggas on my fucking bone Trying to make they self some honey But uhh, I ain't even wid that shit To lick the clit And get on trip Bitch ain't about that lovey dovey Bitch all about that hitty witty Hook 2x |
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