Yeah once again presenting, kid capri Ras kass the waterproof mc, punchline
(ras kass) These faggot mcs be on skis with the microphone though But it's all downhill hitting trees like sonny bono Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the earth in six days I shot at jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is ras kass Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like Selling bean pods and still f**king white bicthes
(punchline) I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 ad You feel gazy? , I'm top ten with the raps Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes My verses got long sentences like jail times Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out I only f**k a bitch in the park if she juiced out Going new routes to maintain my composure Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it My lyrics get the u.s. open without playing tennis
(ras kass) Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond john blaze I'm john cremation, you conversation with aspirations Of me leaving blood stains from earth to venus Them so-called rap stars will still be living With they moma like an unborn fetus As soon as you step on stage i'ma destroy you with the truth Like the ricki lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(punchline) Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you open like seasections I rhyme greata set it off without jada My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators Rap composer of the hit your styles over I make an mc cry just like robin on ophra Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied One time, when rappers need concentration Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice Match this, drop jewels like biago rackis I come rough for all niggas that front I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(ras kass) I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming And until buchwhick bill starts dunking on kobe bryant I'm applying pressure, check out my melody The eighteenth letter, the first letter The nineteenth letter for cheddar And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder To make the deader then coretta Scott king's husband who had a dream I get in you with no vaseline And burn rubber so I tap that ass like savion glover
(punchline) That the sedative cause your shits repetitive And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out Took a detour when some of y'all went the same route Thoughts about doing punchline make me tickle When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels Organized rhymes we make the girls realize We humiliate niggas like a small dick size Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines Take mine, can't mess with ras and punchline
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
(Kid Capri}
It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !
Verse One: Jay-Z
As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with baste Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering, My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ? I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ? Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain And burn, then I recycle my life I shall return
Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z
(Woman)
How tight is your flow ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
How right is your dough ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
How white is your blow ?
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that yo !
(Woman)
Only writers you know
(Jay-Z)
Cause I'm like that
Verse 2: Jay-Z
I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want ? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha) Fuck hot my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up And shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs What's fuckin with that ? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that Other then a couple slugs in ya back,(huh huh) Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one
Chorus : Repeat 3x
(Jay-Z): Repeat 2x til fade
Girls and guns, all i want stock exchange, rocks and thangs
[Foxy] It's time for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin' L-O-X That's right
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin' sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that Crist' Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me Dog I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut While you playin' in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas L-O-X muthafucka L-O-X, try this shit
[Chorus: with ad-libs]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy] It's time for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin' L-O-X That's right
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin' sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that Crist' Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
[Chorus: Styles]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[Styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me Dog I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut While you playin' in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas L-O-X muthafucka L-O-X, try this shit
[Chorus: with ad-libs]
From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
(snoop dogg) I falls off into a party in the n.y.c. Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left em I do it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
(slick rick) But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from Wouldn't give a f**k what part of the country you come from
(snoop dogg) I'm snoop dogg, I'm smooth and imperial I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal Times get drastic, yeah I'm a classic Dogg pound gangsta chokin off that boombastic
(slick rick) Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son (word to God) scratch i? who the hardest to match (I) Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch
(snoop dogg) Haven't you heard? I'm loose, shook the feds like the juice Snoop dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft I'm genuine, like vinny's whinin all about cash Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed And keep the lighter for the hash, has it, Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?
Chorus: slick rick (repeat 2x)
Many underclothes hangin on the hoes Since (snoop, slick rick) crushed anyone opposed Lot of ladies - pop cristal, toast to all those Like (kid capri) helpin to unify both coasts
(slick rick) I'm shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor Washed up, gang member? better remember
I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at Thank God for the guardians - in light of this Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid That always wanna start rappin (boy they're not gonna win) And wanna dash at lethal or evil Could a king bring style and class to black people? Stick a whole log in and he buggin Cause I - represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them I drop a pile of semen on em Even in a yugo I could take they woman from em I make the hardest chew the kewl of this Kid capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is?
Chorus
(snoop dogg) I'm twenty-six.. still in the mix My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger A nigga been on one, I thank god Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard And it's odd, for a g to get a job So I'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad My homie used to bang, now we follow farrakhan Used to read the source Now all he read is the holy qu'ran Time brings change and change brings time Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme Nigga, whattup, who up, you up! Doggy dogg is on the mic I'm here to f**k it izzzup I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic But i'ma make me a grip and dip quick And f**k with my nigga kid capri on this g shit Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick rick-y And all you niggaz talkin bullshit can just miss me Can't twist me, you f**kin paper haters I'm dippin in my nine-eight gold navigator I'm dippin like a lo-lo Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe
(kid) yeahhhhh! (nas) uhh, qb (kid) all the people in the place! It's the one and only kid capri (nas) uhh, tm nigga (kid) along with my man nas escobar (nas) ill will (kid) we about to take this one all around the world So y'all feel this one, come on!
Verse one: nas
My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me Escobar, I toasted with frank white, to this new era Of gangster life, slangin words in the mic Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight This game i'ma run til it's done, stack my funds Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest Everything else, left open, I'm smokin Next to your balls, police won't even question at all It's the esc- to the -bar, connects in ? piar? Overlord of rap, u.s. france to ecuodar
Chorus: nas
Have you ever met a qb gangsta, who would Shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya? Niggaz want the street you lookin for me You want the hot shit you must cop the kid capri Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your jeep Esco' and kid capri, with the motherf**kin soundtrack To the street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin l's poppin glocks to it
Verse two: nas
Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough Off of cocaine, colombian neckties Democrats to bill clinton gotta respect nas Customized flow, words stitched into the seams
Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship Far from ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid Regardless of your bid or who you partners with Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the bridge We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds Shots, echo the town, new york, home of The harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
Chorus
Verse three: nas
Uhh, what? kid capri Soundtrack to the street a theme for every hood Every lockdown facility, get ? oxed? down for grillin me Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours Respect money and power and them honies that swallow But what's becomin apollo, nuttin but bigga bank F**k you niggaz think I ride for? Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns The same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world Transportin keys that's inside of a door Openin spots from little rock to baltimore Smoked out, chillin on the kid capri world tour
Chorus
(kid capri) Yeah Word up, come on We make it bump one time word up My man nas make it bump one time come on Come on, we make it bump one time word up The kid capri make it bump one time come on
Chorus
(kid capri) And I say party people, it's the kid capri Nas escobar, soundtrack to the streets Jumpin off, youknowhati'msayin? You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!
