Shaquille O'Neal

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Peace to hutch
Yeah, blaq supaman (blaq supaman)
Everybody know yeah, yeah
(Shaq supaman)
Future above them all
Barney Rubble (everybody know)
(Shaq supaman) future flex
T.W.IsM. the world is mine (everybody know) all mine
(Shaq supaman) yeah, yeah
Uh (Shaq diesel) yeah (everybody know)
Yeah (Shaq supaman)

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Enter the mind of a rhyme extroadinaire
Opposition crumbles under the wear and tear
I'm slamin emcees like Ric Flair
Chillin in the city where it's sunny but the Mic I don't share
So if you step up like a stair it's guaranteed to get hectic
Cause my style is electric like the chair
Whoever wanna test just STOP!
Before you catch the diamond in the back with the sun roof top
If you come on stage you get got
I think I need to stop droppin roll cause I'm burnin hot
Stay grounded keep my visual pointed to the sky
Lyrical wise keep your eardrums high my CD's you must buy
Sky rocket in pocket and my publishin points and politics
My Benz is straight strugglin, bubblin like about on the moat
Control crowds with the flow melt the Mic like snow to get the dough

(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Timber the room I need space give me mad BOOM
Blowin up the spot like you blow up the bathroom
Like a lady with a bad womb brothers in producin
I got the noose around your neck and I won't loosen
Style biters title gets took like barge fighters
Barney Rubble bomb tracks nobody can come tighter
I came to make meals and came to peel grills
The secret of my style is concealed I still real
You ?overcome? with comics with phonics
And under M-I-C I'm a black belt with the fifth degree
Came to California horney-a didn't know
Got a sack full of rhymes and I'm ready to unload
Fly like an eagle or a superhero
Watchin over the ghetto smashin the gas pedal to the floor
I'm even movin like a world tour
Opportunity not so I kick down the door



(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss

(Shaquille O'Neal)
My X-ray vision see right through your skis
You got pinto pockets and Catalac dreams
And no game plan to put the cash in your hand
So ya grab your glock and try to take it from the next man
No doubt the ruckus you took out like shout
With somebody quick on the draw see what you about
I chose to make my fortune from Mic scorchin
Leavin emcees stuck like two dogs in a coarsen
I save the day with eighty ways to slay
All I need is the pad eight pens to pave the way
If you want to pursue then do what you gotta do
And I'll knock your?into two thousand-two
You'll be time travellin throw a bird javelin
Nice, precise think twice before you're battlin (WHY?)
Cause in your city zone I pimp words like pretty Tone
The street corner is no microphone

(Chorus)
(J-Flex)
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?)
I grab the steel with the grime on the top
When the steel is in my fist emcees get caught up in the twist (everybody know)
Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss (Shaq supaman)

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Hahah everybody knows
Shaq supaman everybody know
Shaq supaman uh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah lyricist with actin with styles that don't fit
Yeah everybody knows
Shaq supaman everybody knows
Shaq supaman uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq, shaq)
I'm am Supaman hahahaha

Y'all wanna flay ruff?
Huh, that's how I do man, that's how I do, aight
For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM.

(Shaquille O'Neal)
I get deeper then the fire thin
Y'all wanna riot?
It's like a rifle without the firing pin
In the hire wiring in to all my men's
Who retired from the Spiring Inns
Better call your next of kin
They recommend me to wreck men's
Not one or two clips I stretch ten
My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone
And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone
Any criticism take it to the crib for some ism and twist em
I shine like ?pea-fogs? in prison that's T.W.IsM.
Shaq dog the rap dog duck all punks and shatter back boards
Matter-a-fact y'all, I take advantage, I'm taking chances making advances
While you sit, waiting for answers, wha-wha
True ballers see paper like typewriters
The rest think y'all bullet proof like nightrider

(Chorus: Clark Kent)
Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake
I regulate and keep fate cause in they place
Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper
Get it - stretched out
And found taped up

(Sonja Blade)
Spit ya - cause when I pitch .. ya wrist get slit
One hit from my grandma your banana get split
And get this, I display words to slave you herbs
Got them screaming "Sonja Blade you've got a way with words"
It's like I strike again blow you away like kites in the wind
And hard men with my sharp pin
Who rock the spot?
I've done it, you hollering about
Want the war but none of y'all worth the dollar or amount
See chicks want none of this if you do confront it
I peel hundreds while you things only keep one stick it blunted
So y'all gorilla looks I don't fear those
Cause I go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes
So t-knock your z-rocks you can't rap with me
Cause I'm Big-ger than Lez in this +Rap City+
No, see what face, smoke an else to the rose
Sonja Blade choke chicks like Sprewell did coach

(Chorus)
(Clark Kent)


Yo while you spectate we stay getting cake
I regulate and keep fate cause in they place
Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper
Get it - stretched out
And found taped up

(Interlude)
(Shaquille O'Neal & K-Raw)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 tick, tick, tick BOOM
Y'all gon mess with me for the last time
It's a bomb in your speakers
Get your - out RIGHT NOW!

(Shaquille O'Neal)
You could be the one that inflict they defeated they run
Believe me many seen it done from O'Neal
The raw deal draw steel
And we can take it to the street for the sport it's all real

(Sonja Blade)
Uh take the residents from the president
Make his state evidence
For pape's we never hesitant
Red-Rum regiment strictly "Moe D" and "VI"
The "No-T" the take care of "BI"

(K-Raw)
We blade the "GI" resting A-Xin
Deranged the one day thought was about to change

(Sonja Blade)
Roll with those who hold bottles
A whole lot of follows cause they know dough
And think you a role model

(K-Raw)
They wanna give you dumb looks
Lyrical gun books never did one juke
And the crew had one crook

(Sonja Blade)
Son, look before you split the Dutch
I get you touched by everything you kick with the... you bust

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Uh-huh, wha-wha-wha-wha
T.W.IsM., Red-Rum, Clark-world
Big Cuss, "Dirt", Ken Dawg
Wha-wha-wha-wha, Sauce Money
World is mine uh-huh wha-wha, wha-wha

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo Trigg

(Trigga)
Yeah, yeah diesel

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Come take this ride with me dog

(Trigga)
Let's flow dog
Diesel, diesel

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Wha-wha-wha-wha

(Trigga)
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, lethal

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Speed baller to Emblem ember shot caller
Natural born athlete, actor with a rap sheet
Contain live parts minority five stars
See me on it g'z at your neighborhood ball park

(Trigga)
Spark explosives an LA way magic doses
?Elopeses? minor league you can't cope kid
We prime slack, twelve 'o' clock news a lot
Half time we gonna dedicate to Biggie & Pac
Eazy just got rocked, forgive me if I forgot
Do believe we mourn till the traffics torn

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Till hip-hop's reborn till the youth is worn
Peace to all setbacks, time the key, f**k rap

(Trigga)
Ahead of the game I'll be better with fame
Displaying one's name, cool legers get cheddar in vain
Nuff to make the sane insane, the tame untame
New rules, new opponents lost is no condolence
And we ain't studying till we stable holding
You holding, you holding, you holding, you holding, you holding

(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss

(Trigga)
Fans claim on the court torch the jam sport

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Millennium leader sip Gataray no trieve-a

(Trigga)
Focus physical soul-matic with the lyrical

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Crack balls with swords leave you in gay form

(Trigga)
Let me find out let me find out
Pressure on you, you yell time out

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Sports illustrated hip-hop affiliated upgraded
Killer rumors are being out-gated

(Trigga)
Giant it's me in my alliance trade Mack for science

(Shaquille O'Neal)
No long shot, chest pass when the balls hot

(Trigga)
Winners ingredients slow it up be obedient
Learning something, close attention might earn you something


Sit on a plane, master the game, life of a cane

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Rock the crowd like a cango, peep the lango
Old nil flow so ill from any angle

(Trigga)
We switch while you throw bricks and air balls
Pay raps for calls, never make it to play-offs

(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Score half a man, tour inner more than a clan
Official fam, protect ya neck, T.W.IsM.

(Trigga)
Shizam generation X ask Flex
We ain't against the law guess it's cause you too tall
Too muscular, too busy with the sizzler
B-boy's can't stand so they hawk us
Send an enemy to stalk us self-destructers
I slam jam bring ruckus get you suckers

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Seven man scissors like the ones I ain't planned
Ball daily, hoops from the roof like Haley
(Twin tower blocks) me, Brian and Fox

(Trigga)
Non-stop am, pm at the Coliseum
Players is timid when we get in its no limit
Flow splendid a fast brakes how we end it

(Chorus)
(Trigga)
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals oh fly like an eagle
Prime tracks making power moves with Shaq
Hold that, hold this Big Dogs don't miss

(Shaquille O'Neal)
(Flow diesel)
Big Dogs don't miss Big Dogs don't miss
Big Dogs don't miss Big Dogs don't miss
Flow diesel, so lethal need a sequel
No equals aiyyo fly like an eagle

(Trigga)
Yo, yo, yo you gotta drop me off at Coney island man
(What?) You gotta take me to Coney Island man

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Nah dog, nah dog we on our way to Jersey the Brick city son

(Trigga)
Y'all I live in Brooklyn man you gotta me to Coney Island man
I can't get on a train from here

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Aight I'll tell you what
Since you lace me in a song
You ain't gotta take the train
I'll send my helicopter to come get you
Aight?
We gonna fly like an eagle

(Trigga)
Aight, aight, aight, aight
Diesel, lethal
Diesel, diesel lethal (need a sequel)
Diesel, diesel lethal (need a sequel)
Diesel (no equals) diesel lethal
Diesel, diesel lethal

(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
We been kickin it now off and off along time (along time)
But I'm frustrated I still don't know if you love me for me
The interior things yeah
Maybe it's time you start showing me (show me) you know
Gotta show me somethin uh-huh

(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me

(Shaquille O' Neal)
I took my time just to make sure my life was plush
Everything from scratch house built from the ground up
Around my family only loyal friends I trust
To love the right woman I found no need to rush
It's been years since we first met still we debate
I feel ya pain but good things come to those who wait
I'm insecure about a lot about the things I got
And if I share my spotlight you're not ready to plot
One of the main things I don't speed and take my time
But as I want to don't speed and make you mine
It's all about the future now don't wanna cease the past
Plus I know your first mistake might be your last
I know your wondering what's stopping us from getting close
If you look at it like me who benefits the most
It's not conceit it's a fact what I feel is true
Long as you keep it real with me I'll keep it real with you
Show me

(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me

(Shaquille O' Neal)
I want a woman I can love just to call my own
Pass the torture step down from the ballers' throne
Memories from my mother that we all condone
Doesn't matter if it's a mansion or the smallest home
That we live in the high priced cars ain't how you driven
I got to know what part of you don't mind giving
And strictly taking and when we made love you never fake it


Sometimes I think about all the stars who ain't make it
I know it's beautiful to have a few kids of life
And then I think back on what Robert did to Mike
In the beginning it was love every touch was soft
In the end the reign of bob style cut me off
I don't need to go to jail on the wife abuse Mr. Meaner
Or with a reputation like what Ike did to Tina
Plus it's I gotta stay Lord to love miss
Holly Berry and David how can that be justice

(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me

(Shaquille O' Neal)
So when I come through at night at time to keep you warm
I gotta let you know the deal and never lead you on
So work with me cause I've never been here before
And if I move to fast for your liking there's the door
Gotta do what's best for me what you want me to say?
Baby please don't leave you know I want you to stay
I hope that you already know that and even though
I'm in the NBA relationships are not a problem
See me big price pant-less TV chick schist can't trust
I glance up at this time to see the clock on two
I'm out the door but understand it's not a knock on you
So death do us deep like in the mob like when
I take your application are you right for the job
Until the take all the time I need for you to know me
Besides there is a few more things you need to show me

(Chorus)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me show-ooh me (show me)
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me (help me) show-ooh me
You've got to let me know just how far to let this go
Feel me (uh-huh, uh-huh) show me
You've got to take my hand show me that you understand
Feel me

(Intro)
(Shaquille O'Neal & Loon)
Clockworld
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Shaq dog, T.W.IsM.
Yeah, Big City yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh nigga
(Heat it up)
Yeah Brick City ya don't stop, uh
Brooklyn ya won't stop
Heat it up
Uptown ya won't stop (wha-wha-wha)
Clockworld ya don't stop
Come on

(Shaquille O'Neal)
My game is tight people know my name ya right
Money I hold and the tight things I like
Name ya price I'm the type that'll change your life
I got money to persuade your wife
I'll be in the game seven-one three inch of change
See me I'll be in the range me in the rain
Doin it up on a highway doin the buck
Certain things you can do in a truck
But I hold my water so ya better hold ya daughter
Shaq'll be on her back like news reporter
Crews get slaughter so ya better get the rules in order
Fore you mess around and loose this quarter
It's crush time and I'm tellin you one time
So therefore your metaphors are punch lines
Don't hold no weight if you ant got no cape
Shaq is back so don't make no mistakes (heat it up)

(Chorus)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)

(Loon)
Now I'm holdin things float like poles in spring
Flash cash like Golden rings
I'm about to show you things y'all ain't even seen before
Cause I ain't ever had no green before
I'll be the ?Leans? George cause my life's a thrill
Deputy thrills spent the year in Beverly Hills
Not in the game but anything that's to say my name
Leave another? to burn in the flame
The spot get hot there's more hot than drop
And I cock the glock mess around rock your knock
Shit has got to stop cause you messing with big shots
Still getting money delivering as zip-lock
You don't know about the street so keep your lips locked


Fore I rob you and find out what this chick got, uh
It be a mystery to Albert Hinchcock
You better start fronting and stick to Hip-Hop (HEAT IT UP)

(Chorus)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo it's plain to see it's not a game to me
So I'd advise you guys not to play with me
I'll scheme the plot with the little green I got
Twenty-six been around the world seen a lot

(Loon)
Scene is hot cause I just copped the six
See me in a club straight thug popped the crisp
Pockets thick see me with a flock of chicks
While you in the background there popping sh?

(Shaquille O'Neal)
So I gotsta flip on all your new comers
I've been doin my thing for about twelve summers
So now my crew wonder why I cop two hummers
Got a new number chicks all over my cucumber

(Loon)
It ain't loving me down funny how money can pow
Funny style chicks wanna be in love with me now
All of a sudden got girls rubbing me down
And haters hate it cause me and Shaq are putting it down

(Chorus w/ variations)
(Nneka Morton)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)
Hhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaatttt it up (I love the way you heat it up)
Heat it up (yeah, playa haters in to give it up)

(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
This for all my brick city ballers
All the people from the slums and the villages
Slumvillage T.W.IsM. (Shaq)
Don't be mad at the play
Be mad at the game
I consider myself a major league player
The highest level of playerism
Check it (yeah) wha-wha-wha-wha
Slumvillage (city) T.W.IsM. (Bronx) wha-wha-wha-wha
Killer Cali wha-wha-wha-wha
Check it

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Yo my mind state all I want is platinum plates
Everything that my eyes see who can deny me
Make more in a day that's a lot of y'all touch
Y'all know the fake ballers' cause they always talk too much
Now, Question. How y'all gonna be hating on me?
Criticizing, debating on me
When I got you're baby mama waitin on me
While you down on one knee
I'm doin things that your rhymes can't see
The world is mine cause now I ain't easy to trust
Skills to much bet you get brushed and bust
Got thugs with ice mugs that handle heat for me
Legal teams that handle things for me like what
Mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)

(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Don't stop coast to coast (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Like what, what, what, what, what
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what

(Shaquille O' Neal)
I know a kid with four albums but don't get know respect
No matter what he do his life's always a test
He got stress on his chest and the world on his back
They say he's greedy he do too much he raps and acts
Then try to play ball and dominate the pros
I don't know why y'all mad he's just followin those
Who paved the way, cream and Dr. Jay
When they did a movie girl didn't have nothing to say
So can he play, can he claim the world is his?
Can he do the right thing instead and set example for kids?
Reach for the sky he's tryin to hold glitramatis
Handle your biz Shaq know what time it is like what
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)


From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)

(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what
Get paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Before I burst let me let y'all know
You got a personal with Shaq better let it go
Don't y'all see it's not a game when you hittin dough
My man makes it kinda easy just to hit and go
Can't y'all see that I can't stand a lazy whirl?
The same way I can't stand a shady girl
Y'all didn't know JC is my baby girl
I gotta make it kinda sane in this crazy world
Talking trash'll get you smacked up crashed up
Get you with this Mic don't fall get your ..s up
Don't rub of the Shaq O' Neal
Incase you didn't know this ain't no novelty bro
This is album number four like what
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this
(Like what)
Be mad at the players be mad at the game
(Like what baby)
Don't be mad cause they screaming my name
(Like what)
From North, South East to West
(Like what baby)
Don't get mad cause I'm the best at this

(Chorus)
(Hevin)
Get paid let's get this money-a (don't be mad)
Like what major league playa (cause I'm the best at this wha-wha-wha-wha)
Don't stop coast to coast (I'm the best at this wha-wha-wha-wha)
Like what, what, what, what, what (I'm the best at this)
Get paid let's get this money-a (WHY?)
Like what major league playa (Hahahaha)
Don't stop coast to coast (album number four)
Like what, what, what, what, what (respect)

(Outro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Slumvillage T.W.IsM.
Peace to all my favorite rappers
Noreaga, Canibus, Snoop, Kurupt I love all y'all
One love the world is mine
The world is yours let's do it together

(Intro: N-Tyce)
Uh, yeah Deadly Venoms up in here with Shaq
(It's the world's, world's greatest lyricist)
We about to freak up on this track
Like, like this?

(J-Boo)
I bring heat to any tracks storm lay down
J to the B double O hold the crown
Catch me on the rebound I'll put it down
Bang it hard than the underground you don't want it now

(N-Tyce)
I want wax like a candle
I'll be the chick you can't handle
Pretty feet check me out on sandals
Down even scandal on me too hot, hot
The way my crew rides baby girl tear em off the roof top

(Deadly Venoms)
Camillion get the party started
Make ya tear the club up
Back in retarded because I'm cold hearted
Step through the door gambino hard core mosquito
Keep on soaking you up like El Nino

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo gon respect me correctly
Got something to say do it indirectly
Baby check me a tall brother, chicks wanna call brother
The ball brother, lyrically never fall brother
I'll be in the club with the boys
Making noise on the regular
Mad chicks blowing up my cellular phone
Ain't nobody waiting for me at home
Ain't nobody scoring on me when I'm up in the zone

(N-Tyce)
Got a squeaky voice but I rhyme bold
Lyrically you can't see me like a blind fold I design so
Never try to touch my click, we too thick
We too quick, we too slick, pluck ya like a tooth pick

(J-Boo)
Been the one I swing the swords like an outlaw
Hard to the core you keep it real I'll keep it raw
I bounce back like black ninja's in attack
Quick to react while Shaq smash from the track

(Deadly Venoms)
All you real live(..) put your hands up
And all you fake(..) put em down
We don't clown, Venoms and Shaq step to you in a flash
Break like glass, quick to throw you back in the trash

(K-Raw)
You better step back
Hanging with Venoms out on neff rack
Shaq whack, nah ain't nobody yapping, nag
Got you enemy the way I master things
Need to change my name to "Worship Utility"
Even your grandma be feeling me

(Deadly Venoms)
When I'm tweaked out and time to snitch
Personalities peep my travesty
I'll smack it back into reality
That's what you get for thinking until I left that? stinking
You didn't know that I was peeping
Your whole scenario tipped the guards so
I brought you low my stylo hitting see-low you know how we go
Slam dunk just like Shaq guess whose back?
It's the Venoms snaking you fools, handle your business

(Chorus: N-Tyce)
We be the bomb baby catch this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this

(Deadly Venoms)
We got the Nine-tino yo who that?
Venom and Shaq true that


We'll break your back on and off the track
Pull your card like twenty-one black jacks
Smack that put it back in fact react
We'll be twisting your cap

(Deadly Venoms)
Trying to reach my destiny and get this currency
I worrying about a thing my brother got so much love for me
And plus I'm Daphne and devious
Take me serious the way me and my friend roll will leave you fearious

(N-Tyce)
Yo I sip it but not a chaser
Just to add some flavor
If anybody step I'll take em out like an eraser
The N dash T Y C E can't nobody see me
I don't eat meat but I love me some peanut butter
The male lover type of chick you want to meet your mother
I'm kind of sneaky at times, my mind though
My rhyme flow, guarantee you'll open every time yo

(Deadly Venoms)
Critical that's why I don't laugh hysterical
Cause it's pitiful(..) the wild like Mystikal
Damn, I mean really y'all know how to slam like O'Neal
Push back up like a rebel when appeal

(Deadly Venoms)
Yeah ya heard me Venoms this clear the premises
Grant your wishes and gave you four death kisses
Not privileges, spitting images, puffing Indians
I know your feeling this, what's spreading the point in this?

(J-Boo)
You know I'm thugging the 41st side is where I rest
Hit you with the venom take your very last breath
Who wanna flex, I'll bring it to ya all night
Four times four chicks with Shaq on the Mic

(Shaquille O'Neal)
It's the brainiac, rap maniac, Shaq
Standing seven feet tall when I slam on tracks
And reading inches with my Venoms on a mission (wha-wha-wha-wha)
Something major, gotta keep a count of my paper
Where I ball is my home so I score for the Lakers
Beware of ?the picture? cause it just might snake ya

(Chorus: N-Tyce)
We be the bomb baby catch this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this
Rhyme baby test this
Everybody on the worst list
Shaq'll put you on the guest list
Now the stress list Venom attack vaness this
Always making money yo bless this

(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
Hah yeah we be the bomb baby

(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby
(O'Neal) I be the bomb baby
(N-Tyce) We be the bomb baby

(Shaquille O'Neal)
I be the bomb baby

(Outro: Shaquille O'Neal)
Venoms, venoms
Beware of the Venoms, beware of the Venoms
Ready for attack, ready for attack
Big Shaq, Wu-Tang
T.W.IsM., Protect Ya Neck Records
Wha-wha-wha-wha, one love
The world is mine

You have practice today at 4
You got a flight at 6
And you have an appearance at 10 Shaq

Yo why do you keep missing those free throws?

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Can you hear that man?
I hear voices

(*Various voices*)

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Shaq diesel comin through doin his thing on tracks
Make hot joints bang on wax
Lay back talk style never lazy flow
Actin like you know crazy dough
Have to reincarnate me five times to blow
My power around here they know my style
When I'm through do is how you find your chips
I sign the slips all kind of whips
Quick to leave a fake scar squash I'm the finishing touch
Like armoire at the end of the car wash
Jams appeal larger than life size hands are real
Movies cause am a steel
Tell me how you plan to feel when these jams be dropped
And you try to star can't be stopped
You can croak this got a new rap style ferocious
Hopeless is what you are who be the dopest

(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices

(Sauce Money)
I got the call from my man three-hour time difference
Time to lay it down Sauce Money you with this?
No doubt I'm going to hell of a night
Shaq with T.W.IsM. Sauce Rockefeller for life
How these queues put it down kinda funny you know
Cash come with whistles now cause it's money to blow
My flow register under license hits
My man Reno hold straps with lights and clips
Finally wish you was as nice as this
Got a priceless gift people flow rap device is swift
Listen to my essay you can see
Easily I am M-O-N-E-Y when I say nobody move then I spray
When the smoke clear your whole crew'll be M-I-A
Then I'll be on the M-I-C to LA from the P.G. to NYC

(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news


Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices

(Shaquille O' Neal)
My thought rocks the real estate Shaq bought blocks
Sauce you know is real stack more knots

(Sauce Money)
My thought rocks from rap sure shots
Shaq you know the drill
My whole state of mind Fort Knox

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Ignore cops on the creep make you the villain
Just a non-violent?.. who rap just to make a killin

(Sauce Money)
How was I thinkin?
Prisicking no sons like fried chicken and bustable guns and died lickin

(Shaquille O' Neal)
We collide quick when it's this phat
Shaq's like a dentist my job to fix plaques

(Sauce Money)
Sauce Money stage discreet cause everyday is beef
Who number one when you play the streets?

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Mesmerizing (uh) what you call my flow
(Never lose my focus baby it's all for dough)
Just a little somethin that you all should know
(Voices in my head got you fallin slow)

(Chorus)
(Sauce Money)
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices
I'm here to bring all you haters the news
Don't make excuses better mill fake play as you lose
Harder to hit the greater to bruise
Listen to my choices T.W.IsM. queues hear my voices

(*Various voices*)

(Shaquille O' Neal)
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!

You need to stick to ballin
You need to stick to ballin
You need to stick to ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin

Yo, Yo
I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison
Word up
'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man
So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological
Didn't bother

Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old
Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not
You brought me into the world but your not my dad
Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad

So we left you with no remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa

Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever
Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together
A year went by and I could walk y'all
Moms got that good ol job at city hall

She probably didn't trust men anymore
Until Philip Harrison walk though the door
Went out a few times but what about Shaquille
Moms offered him a million dollar package deal

She said you want me you gotta take my son
Or else its like a hot dog but without the bun
Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it
He kept it, he kept it

He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother

[Chorus: x4]
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother. (4x)

January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that)
He joined the army we moved to fort mamth
He disciplined me right from the get go
Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go

Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin
Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen
Back then you see privates made no bucks
Had to get another job driven trucks
Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him

Had to another job working at the gym
He wasn't 'Gone with the Wind' like Clark Gable
Work all them jobs to put food on the table
Phil's my father, daddy and that's the scoop

Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops
Come on he put me under his wing
Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team
Sometimes he even made me mad

But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad
But a little bit better
Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters
I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard

Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card
All types, all sorts
Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left

I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's
Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin
But father and son trials and tribulation
Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it

'Cause now I'm a man
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
Cause my biological didn't bother

[Chorus]

Look at me now successful for sure
Phil raised me well, to be an entrepreneur
And if your making big dope be materialistic
'Cause you'll end up another statistic

Everything's going well following my dreams
I dunked on Patrick Ewing
I won the ring like hakeem
Uh oh what do you know

Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show
What does he want, does he want money
What people do for money!!!
It's kinda funny to me

He ain't gettin no check from me (check it)
He can go on all the talk shows he want
Phil is my dad so don't even front
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother

(Chorus)

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Yo, Yo
I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison
Word up
'Cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man
So as far as I'm concerned, he's my father cause my biological
Didn't bother

Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old
Aa father's child was greater than gold but I guess not
You brought me into the world but your not my dad
Mess around with those drugs makes my moms mad

So we left you with no remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa

Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever
Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together
A year went by and I could walk y'all
Moms got that good ol job at city hall

She probably didn't trust men anymore
Until Philip Harrison walk though the door
Went out a few times but what about Shaquille
Moms offered him a million dollar package deal

She said you want me you gotta take my son
Or else its like a hot dog but without the bun
Guess what he accepted, responsibility he never left it
He kept it, he kept it

He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother

[Chorus: x4]
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother. (4x)

January 5th Phil made a promise (what's that)
He joined the army we moved to fort mamth
He disciplined me right from the get go
Age 2 bottle and my Mom shaquille let go

Actin spoiled, rotten, trippin
Got a butt whippin because I didn't listen
Back then you see privates made no bucks
Had to get another job driven trucks
Workin hard as hell didn't satisfy him

Had to another job working at the gym
He wasn't 'Gone with the Wind' like Clark Gable
Work all them jobs to put food on the table
Phil's my father, daddy and that's the scoop

Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops
Come on he put me under his wing
Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team
Sometimes he even made me mad

But it didn't matter cause I still wanted to be like dad
But a little bit better
Encouraged me to stay in school and to get then good letters
I wasn't a brainiac but I tried hard

Got to watch the Knicks play if I had a good report card
All types, all sorts
Disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left

I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's
Age 15 father and son confrontation that's nothin
But father and son trials and tribulation
Back then I could under stand but I'm glad you did it

'Cause now I'm a man
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
Cause my biological didn't bother

[Chorus]

Look at me now successful for sure
Phil raised me well, to be an entrepreneur
And if your making big dope be materialistic
'Cause you'll end up another statistic

Everything's going well following my dreams
I dunked on Patrick Ewing
I won the ring like hakeem
Uh oh what do you know

Biological ones on the Ricky Lake show
What does he want, does he want money
What people do for money!!!
It's kinda funny to me

He ain't gettin no check from me (check it)
He can go on all the talk shows he want
Phil is my dad so don't even front
He took me from a boy to a man so Phil is my father
'Cause my biological didn't bother

(Chorus)

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Written By S. O'NEAL, P. HARVEY, T. PRENDATT
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I want girl like my dear, that's my mom dukes
Someone to kick back with no fake no juice
Beautiful cars cool collective
Settle down chill out that's my objective check it

My game put my on the map at first base
Make up like cake in your face just ain't my taste
Some girls try to play me but yo I find another
Because I gots that crazy game and I'll make like my mother

???? speakin' I'm like I'm tweekin'
My business never leak in the street
The packin' is so complete, like 7-up I never had it but maybe I will
In need a women that reminds me of Lucille, my dear yea

[Chorus]
Let's get it on I've been feeling down
Baby know maybe you can help me out
I ain't too proud to beg for some advice
Let the good times roll in the heat of the night

I'm supafly TNT Shaquille O'Neal
Reach out for me I'll be there you know the deal
Now ain't that peculair I found a wonder full one
Ain't nothing like the ral thing buggin out having fun

A man will always be a man he sippin on ??? I understand
So let me stick to drinkin up these Pepsi joints
Dunkin, actin and rackin up these points
I look over I see you in the stands

I'm showing off actin a fool for you and my fans
I put my peace sign high up in the air
I think I found a girl just like my dear yea

[Chorus]

Ahhh a brand new verse to smoke as I'm ??? all the way
'cause this DJ is kickin up dust from the urban Eastside
Twenty-First street and Louis that's where my funk ride
Chillin with my man Shaq Diesel, cock diesel

Yes it's me Warren jiggy jiggy G'z
So G-funk, we funk till the end of our lives
With respect for our mamas Miss Dee is right

I'm glad I found that significant other
She remind me of my mother 'cause yo there ain't no other
I treat her right like father MC
'Cause I check Ralph Tresvant for "Sensitivity"

Behind every great man is a great woman
I keep it commin baby baby I keep it comin
And you don't have to worry about a thang
'Cause living in the fast lane just ain't my thang

Peace to Lucille and Miss Ola May
'Cause women of today like to play what can I say
I'm glad I found me a girl that's real
She reminds me of my number one baby Lucille yea

[Chorus: x2]

[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers
Don't udder because my style is buttah
The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied
For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up)
I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This
Even P.E. Can Trust This
I Hollywood swing my shit to the basement
Leavin niggaz stunned like how OJ's case went (yeah)
The grand imperial, with mad material
Before you jump, into my flow yell GERONIM-OH
My God, I rock toward the right
Then I Set it Off, on the left just for spite
The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA
Ahahahaha
My style's incognito
I'm sharper than a razor blade dressed up in a black tuxedo
Word to Reggie Noble, and the Shaq
Forget Schwarzennegger, I'll be back
You know my steelo

[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)

Verse Two: Redman

Coming straight from the sluggish part, of Newark, some niggaz
Start
My styles act wild like Jurassic Park after dark
Tyranosaurus Rex blows the discotheque
I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums
My milky styles flows Canals like Panama
So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax
Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky
It's a bird, fuck, I took the frame, that's my word
I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature

got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk
Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY THEN
My friend, bust the maneveur
How I Ace niggaz like Ventura
My style's water like Evian, that's why you Wonder like
Stevie and how I get wreck with Erick Sermon and
Shaq-Diesel and, I'm comin down with the funk
Punks, that's how we go, you know my style
You know my steelo

[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)

Verse Three: Shaquille O'Neal

Tall TWISM, afro-centric Asian, half-man half-amazin
My skill be blazin, six million ways in to die
Grab this mic like Pryor
Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire
Follow me forth, follow me back
Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this track
Yo I Gets Busy, packs more Speed than K. Reeves
You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave
Punks jump up to get plastered
Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD
A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball
TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause
The world is mine, all mine
Quick to treat between the line even Ray Charles ain't that
Blind
Pass me a Pepsi, forget that freakish Snapple
MC talkin head then I will smash him with the alley apple
Erick Sermon, Redman, Shaq
Three macks, you look for somethin wack you get smacked
Boom-pow-ping, da-ping-pat
Shaq, is back in effect, so how's that

[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)

featuring Keith Murray

[Shaq]
before anyone gets upset
we're only sayin funkin'
f you n k i n
ah ha ha ha
ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
that's right boy
George The King Village
watch this seven footer spit rhymes like a loogie
funked up like some doogie warrior just like sazuki
ah Twism man of steel organism
combined with phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism
in my league hoopers don't act their age
you might be another dead boy front page
I make more cash than the president
find a bigger residence
Shaq is the man and that's evident
irrelevant, what them critics say
until they come rhyme, come act, come play
get out me way
or come trip into this rhyme funk
I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk
it's about where you're from not where you went
Newark, New Jersey, represent, represent
to the fullest, you messin' round, you's a dead man
prepare for the Redman

[Keith Murray]
oh yo yo yo, hold up
due to certain circumstances, Redman will not be performing tonight
but we got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here
so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out
never question who I am, black
I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq
I wreck this with wreckless emotionless
above any beyond the depths of physics
with bio feed back techniques
I speak over the beat
so peep a true thug from the streets
of New York
where you get outlined in chalk
and the herbest person gets foul like pork
you walk and talk into tripizoid
boy I can flipizoid, trapizoid on record
all these MCs out here is a big dissapointment
so I refuse to lose and ooze like ointment
into a deconcentration
I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration
and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill
I'll have my man Shaquille O'Neal push your grill
and that's real

[Shaq]
some choose to pack a mack, I choose to pack my Shaq
twenty twos
I wonder how you'd act if you was in my shoes
this is how I take the old from the new
all my nines down the line kick and lead it too
rugged never smooth with this move as I flow
on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back
step up to get funk in your face
'88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place
cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City
high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty
fool, child, with the high profile
style kind of hoop-hoppa-listic wild
come, get some
from the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums
I flip my style like a pancake flipper
dive-dive dipper
let me pull up my zipper
I'm sick and tired of pissin' on this track
Newark represnts lovely
Redman and the Shaq
for the '96, '97
Jersey is representin'
always and fo'ever
fo'ever and always
Prince Street, where ya at
George The King Village, where ya at
Naughtyville, where ya at
can't forget the brothers in Chilltown, J.C.
Oakstreet representin'
ha ha, and I'm out

RZA:
Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
Shaq's on the track with the blackular,
Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla,
Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained...
With the horror you now have become stained...
Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter,
The skill like a splinter! A decimal,
Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...
(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual,
Styles break your mind!
Shine, nigga, shine!

All: We don't need no hooks!

Shaq:
The Shaq Attaq has risen,
Au concrete PM this is twizm,
Always & forever, forever always attack,
I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic,
CD, #3 Static!
You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin',
AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken
Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger,
Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out,
So here me comes! Quick to beat you down,
Like the RZA on the drums!
Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'.
My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman
Emblem! Marks, get set, go left,
The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!

All: We don't need no hooks!

Method Man:
Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome,
Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down.
I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method.
Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz,
It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:
Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back
To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track,
Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it,
The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted.
My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin',
Got your wholes block duckin'
Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!
Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.

(more We don't need no hooks stuff)

My mind is telling me no
But my body
My body's telling me yes, baby
I don't wanna hurt nobody
But there is something that I must confess
To you

I don't see nothing wrong (Ooh)
With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind)
I don't see nothing wrong (Hey baby)
I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong)
With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind)
I don't see nothing wrong

You see I know just what you want
And I know just what you need girl so
So baby bring your body to me
Bring your body here
I'm not fooling around with you
Baby my love is true
With you
With you is where I wanna be
I wanna be
Girl you need someone
Someone I can be, yeah
To satisfy
Your every need

I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong)
With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind)
I don't see nothing wrong (Baby, baby, I don't see)
I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see)
With a little bump 'n grind (Nothing wrong with a little)
I don't see nothing wrong (Bump 'n grind, baby)


You say he's not treating you right
Lady spent the night (I'll love you like you need to be loved)
Girl won't you try some of me
No need to look no more
Because I won't be at my doors
You never (You never want another lover)
Baby, you never find another me
You see I need someone
Someone I can be yeah
To make love to you baby
Constantly

I don't see nothing wrong (Hey, nothing wrong)
With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n)
I don't see nothing wrong (Grind, ooh)
I don't see nothing wrong (Nothing wrong)
With a little bump 'n grind (With a little bump 'n grind)
I don't see nothing wrong (Baby, baby, allright)
I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see nothing wrong)
With a little bump 'n grind (No girl)
I don't see nothing wrong (I don't see, I don't see, nothing wrong,
baby)
I don't see nothing wrong (Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, nothing
wrong)
I don't see nothing wrong (Hey baby, hey baby, baby)
With a little bump 'n grind (Baby, baby, baby)
I don't see nothing wrong (Come on, come on)

*Girl I'll be right there when you need me
All you have to do is just call me,
I'll be there for you.
Girl it's true.
Only for you.
oh yeah..

I understand your every needs
and how you feel about, the way, he left you.
Take my hand, come go with me.
And let me show you how much I care about you.
Girl when you need someone...

* Repeat

If I told you once,I told you twice,
that if you need to cry, I'll be your shoulder.
Girl I would never say goodbye.
I'll be your miracle, gotta let you
know. Girl if you need someone...

* Repeat

You need a man who's
(honest)
and
(understanding)
Gotta be
(satisfying)
and someone
(belonging)
girl I'm gonna be
(affection)
and I'm gonna be
(needful)
Girl you need someone
(dedicated)
I need you to know that
I'll be there for you whenever you need me.

* Repeat

This song goes out to my mother
The one I loved and the one I lost
When it comes down to thinking about what my mother's done for me,
the love she's given me.
It makes it easy to do a song like this
So this ones for you mom I love you

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There was no time to eat
She said to me boy hurry to Sunday school
Filled with the long of glory
we learned the holy story
She'll always have her dreams
Despite the things
This troubled world can bring.

*Oh Sadie don't you know we love you sweet Sadie
Place No one above you sweet Sadie
Well Well Well
Living in the past
Sometimes it seems so funny,
no money can turn your life around

Sweeter than cotton candy
Stronger than papas' old Brandy
Always that needed smile
Once in awhile she would break down and cry
Sometimes she'd be so happy
Being with us and daddy
Standing the worst of times
Breaking the binds with just a simple song

* Repeat

Oh Sadie
She's Loving my song in a special way
Sweet Sadie
Living in the Past
Oh she's never sinning in Love she's always winnin
my my my my my
I love you mama
I just can't forget how you gave me love oh no
If there's a heaven up above I know she's teaching angels how to love
Its a mean world without ya
and I surely miss you much mother
and now that your gone I'm gonna carry on
Cause your cryin lady
ooh sadie
When I think about the things that you done for me
Hey it brings a joy way down deep inside of me
oh oh oh oo oh
See I love you mama
Yes I do
I'll never forget you mama no
oh oh oh

Yeah, I don't want you to hold back any longer baby
Cause tonight, I'm gonna give you all the little things
I know you've been waiting for
So, brace yourself and listen

I hear you callin', "Here I come baby"
To save you, oh oh
Baby no more stallin'
These hands have been longing to touch you baby
And now that you've come around, to seein' it my way
You won't regret it baby, and you surely won't forget it baby
It's unbelieveable how your body's calling for me
I can just hear it callin' callin' for me

*My Body's callin' for you
My Body's callin' for You
My Body's callin' for you
My Body's callin' for You

Tell me, what's your desire
Baby your wish is my deal oh yes it is baby
Let me take you higher
Show you how you should feel, baby
Oh So we speak now and forever hold your body
Whatever it is you want from me, baby
You see you don't have to say nothing
Knowing your body wants something
And it's easy for me to see
That your body's callin' for me

*Repeat

I'm listening baby
I hear you callin' me
I'm listening baby
I hear you callin' me
I'm listening baby
I hear you callin' me
I'm listening baby
I hear you callin' me

*Repeat

featuring Def Jef

Intro (Shaq):

Yo Jef why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something something I can go
to the park to
yeah there you go allright I like that I like that
it sound dope

(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

Verse 1 (Shaq):

You wanna fight? come fight me
I'll hit ya with the "wa psh psh psh" see see
I get dirty after dark I'll treat like Speilberg
you get your ass kicked in the park,
(oooohhhh)
you don't beleive me, the proof is in the pudding,
little boy in the hood, way before Cuba Gooding,
I flip scrpits with the mad pa-style, freeze
music please,
I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems,
people call me E.T.,
(what's that Shaq man?)
Extra-Tallems,
you better than Shaq-tack, fool, shut up liar,
I lean on the statue of liberty when I get tired,
than I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't give a heck,
(hey yo, why you bug a hooker like that?)
yo, she breated on my neck,
people walk around like yall, they got charred,
but I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7, large,
I kick rhymes like moduck-kwong you,
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic,
I Chech and Chong you,
you don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn,
I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man,

Verse 2 (Def Jef):

suprise, look who's back,
not a prize from a cracker jack,
look at that, it's Def Jef with the Shaq Attack,
flexin', I'll be crackin your back with the boom-boom-bap,
pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back,
everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet,
still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Ali, Mohammed
do yourself a solid, don't flex, you go sex,
you know the time, get the hard hat, the rolex,
the way I see, if I was wack like you I'd be at me,
the way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity,
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't front, you know how the name is spelt,
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself,
attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad,
coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard,
don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up from the trunk,
the reason your tape didn't hit the deck is because your hits don't bump,
so get back, ain't no hassle, cause you ain't holding nuthin,
keep sticking around, you get beat down like you stole something,
sleep on me and the Shaq and ? your own?,
cause I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man,

Verse 3:

[Def Jef]
ah yeah, yall don't know nothing about this,
the Shaq man's in the arsenal,
what's up like that,
Double XL in the nine-ohs kid,
skills to make mills,
big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya ? large,
so check this out Shaq man, we gon' let this beat play right here, let all
the brothers and sister know.....

[Shaq]
nah, nah, let me continue
I'm a be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu,
mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka,
rocks from here to Mecca,
boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a,
I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle,
cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle,
my Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk,
all you jealous punks can't stop my dunks,
they're brand new like Heavy,
built like Chevy, Impala,
but Shaq's a smooth balla,
(yeah, but what about rhymin?)
I can hold my own,
knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone,
rhymin is like hoopin', I'm already a legend,
back in the days in the Fush-camp section,
used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby,
every once, every twice, three times a lady,
is what I listend to, riding with my moms,
how you like me now? I drop bombs,
when you see me, please tap my hands,
I know I got skills man, I know I got skills man

Outro (Shaq):
I'd like to give a shout-out to my boy Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany, Meech,
Ron Mac, and my other cousin Ron,
this is another rough shot from the arsenal,
and you know what. booty rappers, stay booty,
ha-ha-ha, and we out,

ahhh ha ha ha ha,
ahhhhh ha ha ha ha,
ahhhh..psyche

I was born three six seven eighteen with ???? on the wisdom
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte
That means I'm gifted from the get-go
Mom's you never let go
Mad thanks for raising me right, bro'
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense
Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince
Times are hard, times are rough
Didn't have Toys are Us toys, but I had enough love
Plus the guidance from above
To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove
Maybe then for a dunk like you told me
Then there were a few times when Dad had to scold me
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling
Didn't want me wheeling and get to drug-dealing
Remember when you asked me this one day
Who I want to' be like, I said Dr. J
Then you said, "Good, now you gotta' go
"Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole."
Mom cracked a smile, Daddy gave a frown
I said to myself, "I can't let them down."
So make way, I'm coming in for a landing
And nothing's gonna' stop me, from being outstanding

I'm outstanding

Now let's skip to the time when I was fifteen
Shaq is in the house... no, Shaq is on the scene!
Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper
Now, a role model... I mean a role figure
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger?
My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly
Then I remember what Mom and Dad told me
"Remember this, son, do all the runs
"Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from
"You're young, gifted, and Black
"If they can't say Shaquille O'Neal then make 'em scream, 'Shaq!'"
Like the fam' do, in the stands who
When I freak the funk on a dunk they, "Ahhh! Oooh!"
From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge
Make that gift and now it's
Time for me to fulfill my dream
To be in the [leaders' game?] like Dakeem
I'll make the backboards shatter,
Fans chit-chatter
Even make the other [sen-tails?] get madder
That's me. Who can it be?
The master of disaster, seven foot three
Brother, ain't no other in the nation
I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation
I'm outstanding

I'm outstanding

Cause now I'm outstanding
Wave your hands and pump your fist
When I'm on the court you know it's strictly "Swish!"
Cause there's some things that I gotta' do:
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq-shoe
And now it's time to take care of business
To run up the court with Nick and Dennis
Scott, but I won't stop
Gotta' keep striving until I reach the top
Gonna' take a peek over the mountain
I flow like a fountain
Peace, I gotta' go! And I'm out and...
But before I go, wave your hands
Peace to all my family, friends, and fam
I'm outstanding

yo Shaq where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
yo yo I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
Phife I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
Phife I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
yo yo I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
Phife Dawg I'm over here
yo Shaq where ya at?
I'm over here
get on the microphone and just rip the track

Verse 1: Shaq
who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
punch you in your face like that kid from Detroit
really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama
tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma
watch out yo it's time for MC bashin'
got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and
I'm hard like a 360 twice jam
ask Dr. Dre and Ed Lover who's the man
I'm sure they'll say me brother please don't play me like a shrimp
dunk it on your head then I'll point like Shawn Kemp
don't need the drink crooked I juice to get loose
my favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the Moose
I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol
yes yes yall call me Ed Jones cause I'm too tall
put the rhyme between my legs then I'll score
never mind a whore I wanna do a phat tour
come freak the style that the big Michelle display
you know the style that be my fortee

hey Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
hey Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
you know I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
Phife Dawg, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
Phife Dawg is over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
get on the microphone and rip a funky track

Verse 2: Phife
it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods
making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
make ya boogie with the fly armstrong crew
Phife Dawg and Shaq Fu this is how we do
funky renditions there's no competiton
split mc's apart as if their group was New Edition
make mc's hush stop look and listen
it's hard to comprehed so they commence to remincising
far from an amateur microhpone damager
end your whole career beat down your manager
never was a herb kick you to the curb
there's more to my attitude than the city of Johanesburg
styles are mean but this year they're even meaner
carrying chips on my shoulder so call me Sarafina
gaurantee ?? martin pissin' and a fartin'
mess around with this and you'll be on a milk carton
mc's don't like me I say tough titties
blow up the spot like my man from Jersey City
people always askin' 'why is Phife so cocky?'
I gotta be good at something cause I can't play hockey
you know the status and the status is live
the first draft-pick for the label called Jive

yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife Dawg, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
you can't front on the track 'cause the track is phat

Verse 3: Shaq, Phife
yo here I am again you'd better call the cops
pump up your Reeboks and ya just don't stop
I got mad styles you better sit and watch
I can kick it like he-he then I'll grab my crotch
yo it's 1993 I mean nineteem-ninety-Shaq
whatever year it is the Shaq will never slack
giving mad shouts to my homeys up in New Or'
on and off the court you know I do her

peace to that dog and peace to this dog
here comes the Phife Dawg aka the top dog
world's greatest 5-footer as if you didn't know
rhymes are like the Lord's lessons they constantly flow
mc's need to step on you see it is to ???
as long as the mic's on that's when I get my run on
battle anybody come bring your whole crew
you want the short black eskimo come see me in my igloo
nasty like vomit couldn't clean it with comet
psycho like the Lords crazy like Onyx
forget the hes and shes and concentrate just on the flow
Phife Dawg sigining off enjoy the rest of the show

Yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ Big Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ 3-D where ya at?
he's over there/Big Chris, where ya at?
he's over there/Nick Ander, where ya at?
he's over there/yo check it out