Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy Di man dem ina di party, party, party Di ole a dem look sexy, sexy, sexy Watch dem jus a follow me, follow me, follow me
Everyweh me go di man dem a rush me Yes a whole eep a pretty boy wah fi love me Ahh, me dem love, yesa me dem love True, them know me sweet an me sexy Everywhere me gom me say me every ready ahh, me dem love, yesa me dem love
But I don't want somebody, who's loving everybody I need a shy guy, he's the kinda guy Who'll only be mine...
Oh lord have mercy, mercy, mercy Di man dem ina di party, party, party Di ole a dem look sexy, sexy, sexy Watch dem jus a follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy, mercy, mercy But none a dem no move me, move me, move me, Shy guy a weh me wanty, wanty, wanty Only him can make me irie, irie, irie
Roughneck man me no want none a dat Beat up me body, lick off me head top Me no want none a dat, me no want none a dat Big things a gwaan fi al di shy man dem Wat to be me lover an wat to be me friend Till the very end, till the very end
But I don't want somebody, who'l loving everybody I need a shy guy, he's the kinda guy Who'll only be mine... --------------------------------------------------- 2.Someone To Love /Jon B./Babyface
Don't even Like to think about it I don't know what I'd do without it I only Know I live and I breathe for your love
Baby you came to me in my time of need when I needed you You were there for me Baby the love from you Is what got me thru It's because of you I was able to Give my heart again, you gave me
Someone to love Someone to touch Someone to hold Oh Someone to know
Someone to love Someone to trust Someone to hold Oh Someone to know
I thought I'd never love again I thought my life was over and I didn't wanna face nor even see another day Suddenly from nowhere Baby you appeared You dried my fears You cared for me Baby your love for me Truly rescued me It's because of you I was able fall in love again you gave me
For so long in my life I wouldn't let love inside But I swallowed my pride The day you arrived Now that you're by my side Everything is allright It's because of you I was able to Give my heart again
Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/ Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/ I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/ I bet you never thought I bust led/ To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/ recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/ Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/ from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/ You say you number one wicked selecta/ I say you punani/and I wetcha/ Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/ cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/ Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/ showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/ now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/ led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/ see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/ lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now everybody wanna be dongongon/ all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/ in the docks when the gun starts buckin/ but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/
Chorus DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound/ leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE!
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/ the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/ original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/ thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/ in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/ we bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/ cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/ betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/ Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/ to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/ warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/ Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/ my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/ and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/
Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/ You neva know/that when it comes to championship/ is we dat have de management/ and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew LEAVE!
Verse Three:
Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/ as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/ Target pon sight/trick up and cock/ adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/ Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/ here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/ Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/ more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/ So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/ Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/ In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/ wit my nigga D-O-G....
We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal this/ we come to let you know/what the deal is/ Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/ may you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/ and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/ and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de evenin/now everthing changed...
Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/ Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/ I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/ I bet you never thought I bust led/ To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/ recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/ Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/ from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/ You say you number one wicked selecta/ I say you punani/and I wetcha/ Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/ cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/ Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/ showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/ now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/ led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/ see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/ lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now everybody wanna be dongongon/ all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/ in the docks when the gun starts buckin/ but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/
Chorus DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound/ leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE!
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/ the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/ original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/ thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/ in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/ we bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/ cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/ betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/ Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/ to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/ warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/ Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/ my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/ and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/
Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/ You neva know/that when it comes to championship/ is we dat have de management/ and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew LEAVE!
Verse Three:
Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/ as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/ Target pon sight/trick up and cock/ adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/ Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/ here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/ Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/ more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/ So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/ Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/ In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/ wit my nigga D-O-G....
We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal this/ we come to let you know/what the deal is/ Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/ may you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/ and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/ and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de evenin/now everthing changed...
Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/ Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/ I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/ I bet you never thought I bust led/ To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/ recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/ Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/ from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/ You say you number one wicked selecta/ I say you punani/and I wetcha/ Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/ cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/ Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/ showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/ now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/ led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/ see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/ lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now everybody wanna be dongongon/ all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/ in the docks when the gun starts buckin/ but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/
Chorus DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound/ leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE!
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/ the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/ original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/ thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/ in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/ we bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/ cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/ betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/ Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/ to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/ warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/ Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/ my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/ and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/
Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/ You neva know/that when it comes to championship/ is we dat have de management/ and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew LEAVE!
Verse Three:
Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/ as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/ Target pon sight/trick up and cock/ adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/ Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/ here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/ Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/ more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/ So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/ Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/ In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/ wit my nigga D-O-G....
We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal this/ we come to let you know/what the deal is/ Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/ may you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/ and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/ and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de evenin/now everthing changed...
Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/ the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/ 2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/ fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/ Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/ I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/ I bet you never thought I bust led/ To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/ recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/ Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/ from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/ You say you number one wicked selecta/ I say you punani/and I wetcha/ Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/ cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/ Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/ showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/ now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/ led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/ see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/ lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now everybody wanna be dongongon/ all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/ in the docks when the gun starts buckin/ but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/
Chorus DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound/ leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE!
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/ the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/ original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/ thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/ in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/ we bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/ cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/ betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/ Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/ to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/ warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/ Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/ my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/ and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/
Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/ You neva know/that when it comes to championship/ is we dat have de management/ and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew LEAVE!
Verse Three:
Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/ as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/ Target pon sight/trick up and cock/ adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/ Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/ here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/ Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/ more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/ So/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/ Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/ In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/ wit my nigga D-O-G....
We bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal this/ we come to let you know/what the deal is/ Straight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/ may you return where the dust is..
There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/ and gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you..Clean up your act/ and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de evenin/now everthing changed...
(Smack Man) Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map On where security was gon leave the door open at Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black We should be in and out 60 seconds flat So son what's the deal? He ain't takin his route He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby What his cut look like, he think he takin half While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right Kinda glad I didn't go wit Rum and them that night And sure enough nigga, you best to believe Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3
(Chorus: Steele) Now some of these niggas are bitches too And some of these niggas look just like you So if you ever been bit by a snake Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit
(Tek) Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy I told him to parle, 'cause he one high jet speedin Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene
On some in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail Myself I don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him 'cause every man, know a dead man don't answer questions
(Head Arabic) It was all love, when push came to shove I had back, till one kid got clapped They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self Thru most of ya crimes by delf
(Chorus)
(Steele) She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic Flip the whole street, to some shit I couldn't handle it From my man from up the hill, what the deal? The block is heatin up, and I need to cop steel Come and see me, come bring dough 'cause, I can't afford a freebie And come alone son, 'cause cats know to be snitchin on TV Be easy, I'm out but my love wanna tease me Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me Hold tight, I'll be back in a flash, don't worry You got money honey, stop actin funny Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z. And I know this muthaf**kas thats eyein me Is it a set-up, I peel but I make a detour And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law I witnessed her trappin bout my business Where I be goin, who I know in the indus-try She sex me good, but I should of known Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond
Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain Hoping mama won't have to feel the pain Looking at a closed casket or a picture frame Even shorties that you banged won't forget your name Still feel strange how times do change We doing our thing and in our minds you remain
As I uncap a 5th of Henny for my soldiers that's a memory Thinking 'bout the fun times we had together Blazin' 'till the sunshine Drinkin' the cheap wine I know I never find a ? of the same kind But at the same time, I'm constantly writin' eulogies For my big homey locs and my loco g's Since '73 it seems death followed me to my man ?Tyshan Wells? Rest in Peace
Chorus Oh why oh why oh why It's always the good ones that have to die Oh why oh why oh why Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? die (repeat)
Another day another burial Got you wondering 'bout the day when he bury you Tear drops stain the wally's that you rockin'
On the block candles burn guns popin'
I just came from the cemetery where my dog was buried Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory Thinkin' 'bout the fun times we had as fam Remembering the beef we got into but never ran I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a ? On some Harlem Nights script But this some real life shit Heard his scull split when you seen the slug hit I watched the vultures swarmin' Prayin' on his garments They stay robbin' dead men 'cause they don't give 'em problems Heard the good die young be it by God or gun Paint my mural on the wall sayin' my job was done
I shed tears when I hear news from my peers That my nigga Shawn Crady was no longer here Had me mad at my girl ready to take it to the world Drinkin' liquor 'till I'm damn near 'bout to 'url Got a jewel from my dog locked up in jail Told me son is in the essence resting All is well While you still here: accomplish your deads 'cause you never know when it's your time to leave
Sittin in my lab, lookin over formulas and ?fresh shit in bags Oh .....Yeah......Oh Yeah Yeah oooooh gotta keep on pushin oooooh (gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if I wanna make it)
Now I realize, I gotta get my eyes on the prize the road to success is a long ri-ide yeah Now I struggle and strive, just to stay alive So I been told, only the strong will survive , only the strong will survive Yeah ooooh (only the strong survive, only the strong survive, only the strong survive -2x) oooooh only the strong will sur-vive (gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if I wanna make it -2x)
Steele Up early in the mornin, take position on the streets of NY my state like Bed-Stuy, either do or I die (do or you die) So I try not to rely on godz in times of need and focus on my dough cause I must proceed (must proceed) Mama used to say Id make it and I take her advice she was on her 9 to 5, I was out on heists tryin to get mine, how to commit crime only way ma dukes find out is if I get time jucks after jucks, til I got hit with the book even though I hurt her ma dukes still looked out kept me strong ever since she let the seed out the womb wanna take it from em, or take it to em
Tek Whats the reason of life, stack doe or live trife become a family man supportin kids and a wife like your pops who break his back to bring home ?likkel? scratch or black who pushed the ?ak? ot with gpacs makin a killin by fulfillin dreams so by his man borne who says duke ?kasoffer? hate the ground that he walk on or do I greez my steez, purchase a 2-piece walk in some company, talkin bout hire me watch your heart catch money bags with kids from Nostrand ave poured out some liquor when I heard my nigga Black passed (pour out some liquor) from multiple gunshots between 3 and 5 mama always told me only the strong survive
And Now....
I realize that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize
the road of success is a long drive, 2X so I struggle and strive cause I'm told only the strong survive, only the strong survive
only the strong survive 3x (only the strong survive)
Now I realize, I gotta get my eyes on the prize the road to success is a long dri-ive yeah So I struggle and strive, just to make it right So I been told, only the strong will survive , only the strong will survive
[Sean Price] Ladies and Gentlemen In shoes, sneakers, Timberlands Get out your seat, move your feet, with more love than Wimbledon For who? Sean Price No relation to Vincent Probably seen my face up in the 73rd precinct For indecent exposure And possession, the verbal weapons Cause crews to get to steppin' Your ass bettin', half steppin' in my circle Beat you til I hurt you or your face turn purple Plus I blow the lead off, fuck up your composition Then I cut my dreads off Change up my description When I cut the head off The snake who slithers and schemes (uh huh) Into my cipher tryin to fuck up my dreams
(And now, and now) I realize, that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize The road of success is a long drive, So I struggle and strive cause I Only the strong survive, only the strong survive Now I realize, that I gotta keep my eyes on the prize the road of success is a long drive, so I struggle and strive cause I'm told only the strong survive, only the strong survive oooooh oo oo oo oooooh 5X only the strong survive 7X
Gotta Keep on Pushin oohhh yeah (gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU wanna make it ) (gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU gonna make it ) (gotta keep on pushin, keep on pushin if YOU wanna make it) Its on you son, do what you gotta do go for yours go for your gunz Smokin Ones (Smokin Ones)
(Tony Touch) it's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca" dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo spanish Harlem all the way to san diego make it happen you know, like movin yayo i set my product, that shit's far from the palace mantequilla not manteco oh senso mia cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida mida ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas chillin in the b-boy stance in my Adidas while senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias rock steady by now you know the steelo mi correo still gets down on the leelo tahino indians welcome to my teepi pop in the CD and let's get freaky (Speaking spanish) boriquia, about to pass it off to the rasta
(Tek) It's the el generalno tell your baqua where's the hydro if the chocolito make my eyes low BC a tomb bab with me and my man trying to double our ends with the el capitain (speaking Spanish) (speaking Spanish) undressin me, thinking about sexin me while I (?)
(Steele) blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo who got hot making the peicos out in santo domingo el socio, used to go to the acopulco every weekend tricking on chulas, he was beatin but on the streets of harlem around the grand concourse he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to boss a dios mios, just like el ninos (?)
Chorus: (Tek, (Steele)) harlem got the pace in it (boogie, boogie got the cake in it) crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it)
(Tek) i do this for my soldiers in the streets who stand toast to toast with the cousin asleep making illegal transactions world-wide connections forced up a change like the name smif-n-wessun see me coming through and my nigga clef too or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white
(Hurricane G) blows down your mother f**king roof it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya asshole from first staff, up through parks from the heart they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish harlem who don't give a f**k and my box stuck cutting up tribal forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo yeah one love to my fam in boriquia land my emanitos sparking up trees 112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens smacking all rice and beans and you know my emanitas keep it real in timboso high hills all my pitycitas who ain't f**king around sontaras holdin shit down for the crown tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i keep the body all high no doubt if he CPR in the mother f**king house i'm talking about crazy puerto ricans who beefing a few heads is busted because I see them leaking freaking, because I be frying bitches up like hoochie fritos for my 5 bitchulitos Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then kiss my a*s but your, on thea real I wanna say one love and rest in peace to my nigga Bridge from 112 big up Johnson Projects jefferson in the house an the whole spanish harlem word up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane g peace daycoro song papi uh what yeah yeah uh what uh
(Steele) Hold me down, I'm movin on the enemy now For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move Get ya tools ready for construction We prepare to build or destroy somethin Brooklyn born, I be Steele on the real And I feel like gettin it on, yo son what's the deal? For some reason, niggas be fiendin And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason But I keep breathin through, though the season do Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual So, who can I confide in, who can I trust to bust when I'm ridin I don't need no last minute surprises From those who pose as friends but they be lyin I keep my eye on the snitch that's spyin Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit Why you get critical, 'cause the spots held down by the general
(Chorus 2X) There's only a few that could ride wit me There's only a few that could ride for free I hold my weight plus yours, when you can't hold ya own 'cause I know you do the same for me, so hold me down
(Tek) Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen Got his big guns, Timbs, hoody and his jeans Talk the fast talk but there's a pause in this walk Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team Crazy ass dread from Jamaica, Queens
Ain't never seen war up in his face before Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store But if you let him tell it, he's the last man standing Talkin bout son, I held it down wit the cannon Should of seen the way that I was blazin at the cats Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin one back Like that kid did to Menace, when he had the four pound You know it's only right, I had to hold the fort down
(Storm) Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin There's no suprisin, it's all good Takin chances, in the cut every day Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan
(Chorus 2X)
(Steele) As a youth I would sit up in my room and dream One day I became wit a ruthless teen Little did I know that every step I took Had already been signed and sealed in some books So I took a look at what I got to work wit of course And if granted by the source move on wit full force What choice to choose, if I sin will I use Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues
(Tek) To which ever form you base your religion on Live by the scriptures of the Bible or Karan Don't burn bridges if you plan to make riches The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome
Yeah Y-yeah Once again Bucktown usa is the place where I rest Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet Shit, I can't say chill .cause the property's hot Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not 'cause of those who cop block, or those who get not Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops To all my g's don't snooze 'cause they crews in blues and whites Comin' to the pj's lookin' for fights Mr. officer cool down your temper Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer I try to do my thing, and you try to take me in Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen Then again That's the place where you see the same face in thew street Everybody got to charge the beat Once again Facin' the magistrate with the screwface Bounce on the d-a-t-s-t-b, the new case
Chorus: Bucktown Home where the grass is greenah And all the gods and earths choose a court in medina Bucktown The place where I received my roots Got put on to this loot And got my first tim boots Bucktown See me in the g-s-t-0-0 On the side of the road Gettin' harrassed by po-po's Bucktown Home of my b-c-c And everybody that I roll with, the family
Boot camp's the way of life for a loner like me Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic Speaks with an accent, ? ? ? ? ? I would imagine A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action We danced a few times He got his, I got mine Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue Your man rudey, juliani fucked it up for you Ain't gonna be no dice throwin' Dead that weed blowin' Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin' Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by
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Home of the originoo gunn clappaz And bank safe crackers Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? and bust off when they can front on you I still do Smoke buds with the thugs About to face the judge Show all my niggaz love I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds
Bucktown's everywhere I see Representatives livin' nocturnally Break a day on the regular All night is all right with us As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better But never lose your head, just maintain Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain No strain When tek and steele bang Ain't shit changed from birth B-c-c degrees, on to them other planes
(Tek) To all my peeps locked down, comin back 2 life I know it's been a mega zone, since I sen't you this kite But I had to K.I.M., you know the city don't sleep Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week The streets still in a shangle, since we last broke bread And Baby Ra got left, O.T. two in the head Seen Black cop the ack, you know his numbers ain't match He still runnin tack jobs from the days of way back And look at Jose, is wild now, gave birth to my first child And they move John back to the Isle Still tryin to hold my dough to see mom straight Gotta scribe from Jahard said he maxed a rapper's weight For a rep to 5-10, before we lock in Askin how's my rappin, wanna know if I'm still boxin In the center that's the sum, now he been gone for 12 summers Round the same time a vapor leather b bombers
(scratched up samples of Mobb Deep's "Trife Life")
(Tek) For the love of money, Red is facin a 8-20 Could of had a 1-3 but the streets were hot and days were sunny Some niggas stayin runnin for the love of money Went up to Antarc, slick mix sergeant country
(Steele) A god a scribe from the god foundation Same thing nuthin changed, he's maintainin Just takin everyday, he stay inside and stride Build a whip, a tard, a nepher, trying to stay alive Tell the god Ja Rule, I'm comin to see him in the fu' Next V.I., soon as I finish takin care of B.I. I see why that nigga Kay be ready to flip
But let him know Rhino's home, f**kin wit the clique, shit Imagine if Blueman was there, oh my god I know that's somethin for the ward and the fair Oh yeah, if you bump into my nigga Rubble Tell him me and his brother Sigh got the bundle when he come thru
(more scratched up samples of "Trife Life, and talking)
(Tek) Told ya moms, tell me stop shittin on me, take the block with my phone Don't forget about a dog when he away from home You know I'm trying to blow, but I can still spread love 'cause he been down for too long, and I ain't seen him in the hood Plus I always say I'll visit, switch at the last minute He respect and overstand that I'm takin care of business But still ain't all, he needs to accept these calls The one you pass on your way, be the same one you fall And that's a fact that's been proven till this day it don't pay To go against the grain and betray family Plus I just seen Shack he said you change, actin funny But he don't even wet it, 'cause he still gettin money Son, I be straight, f**kin wit the day from when ya bitch show Niggas be frontin, but I be reppin bad bro You know the inside coincide with the out When I come out, that's half the things we talk about
(Steele) To all my people lock down, comin back 2 life We workin hard to bring you home, so we can do this right I know it's rough in the day, even rougher at night Hold ya crown, 'cause we ready, and we down to fight
Yeah, after Dah Shinin, it all became clear to me I knew things would be different son I knew it'd come time for a change Seems like the time is now
Jah! Rastafarai
Greetings to my soldiers and soldierettes
Jewel on the world, make the earth sink On the brink of divinity, defying gravity Reachin' for infinity Can he be incarcerated by the limits Stuck, they can't function Caught up in the scrimage This game called life only lasts minutes Once you in it, be in it to win it to the finish
As the sun heats, I put my feet to the concrete Hard to sleep so I take it to the streets Hold my head up, try to keep it movin' Fed up with losin' I need some air I think I take a cruise with you I'm using, what little know how I posess To keep our familia down to rest Now I stress defensive tactics 'Cause police seem active Got me in the crib sleepin' with heat under the mattress
In case of home intrusion: First the dogs go "bark" Then about five sparks bringin' light to the dark Like ? does his movement when he's dealin' with math Or the boss tell his workers where he's keepin' the stash When that gun blast, better have Jah on your side Or an act of devine intervention from the most high I know guys that get a thrill from the kill And other niggaz, who hold the greed to sling ?frills?
Chorus Demon's tryin' to take my soul away But they won't get my soul today Will I get locked up or blown away? Just stayin' strong is a price to pay (Repeat)
Damn I haven't worked since I was 'bout 17 They had time busy hangin' out being a drama fiend I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out Sneak in the crib Hear my moms prayin' to God that I sprout
Take all responsibilities like a man would do 'Cause she know that the streets can bring the worst out of you She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot? I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin' me too But you know you need dough so you can do the do And going to class everyday don't bring in no loot Plus I just been told that I was cold by club bouncers Standing there hot headed 'bout to set it while they denounce us Crab niggaz still beggin' for CD's While brothaz' careers is stuck on halt and freeze About to face extinction ?pockets dead is thinkin'? Something ain't peace and suicide's part of my thinkin' Even God don't hear my prayer or him just not care Got a son in this world, stressed out losin' my hair
Chorus
It's time to take the struggle to the pavement Let the people know the mayor sent the OK for enslavement Orders from the government Official stubborn men with egos runnin' shit They put the hit out on whoever try to get out And they are the directors who are dead and ? Even down south in Atlanta Police play the pawn for their master It's a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster For less than nothin' like they did Bobby Huton Corruption got me clutchin' my rifle for gun bustin' Somethin's cookin' Look at the way some faces be lookin' Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas Even in Houston P's be shootin' us like sitting ducks in groups And I can't trust who or what That will explain the way I watch you, plus, I know the chosen are few Many come around to proclaim things they know not Let alone maintain Shame, some of my worst enemies Live right around me and look just like me I see that its time to intensify the movements in front of my eyes Can't rely on a seeing dog they got me Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G
Chorus (twice) It only takes a line to make the mind think Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink I'm on the brink of divinity, defying gravity Reaching for infinity Plenty be incarcerated by the limits Stuck they can't function caught up in the scrimage This game called life only lasts minutes Once you in it, be in it to win it 'till the finish (repeat)
(Steele) (Raekwon) I had to get some real professionals for the job, son (Numerous cats) Word up (That's right) Official niggas word up (This is what you call ?) Straight blazin through what Raise the roof is what we came to do (Like hash browns) Blazin through, blazin through (Pass that African black gold over here) Raise the roof is what we came to do Blazin through, blazin through (You know how we rock) Raise the roof is what we came to do (Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop)
(Steele) Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler My brother's keeper but I put my brother to sleep If my brother try to creep up You know my son, show respect when I'm rockin the podium Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest
(Raekwon) Let me warn y'all killas upstairs I seen all y'all, heavy like f**k, thinkin my niggas might flaw y'all Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin at you why, like "f**k, you probably think I'm high" Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt Me what? Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up Let's poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees'd up Right stupid, FBI sell em ? guns
(Tek) Make this money, niggas hold up guns Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones Baby need new shoes and a outfit I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick? Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch You heard about em Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me
(Chorus) Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up If you step into the club wit your guns up If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you step into the club wit ya guns up If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Never before we came to raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Still in all we came to raise the roof up
(R) Minolta flash (S) Gun in the stash (T) Rollin for mo' hash (R) Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast (T) These niggas gotta pay the hard way (All) Three the hard way (R) Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre
(Steele) You heard what the god say, let's start this Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks We lethal and heartless On point like a dart, bitch Bomb your camp if you want this Connect wit convicts on some Don shit
(Tek) And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep
(Steele) Ha, peep the ghetto bastards Run in your crib like two masked men I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin, we blastin Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen
(Tek) You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules Hold my eight straight 'cause I been payin dues Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat
Chorus *Replace "When you step into the club wit ya guns up" w/ "When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"*
*Steele chanting "raise the roof up*
(Raekwon) It's on again Word up, put your hands down Word up, this shit is multi Y'all gonna see it, word up Smiff, Wess, Lex *Steele chanting "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire* From the projects, phony projects Next! (We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn) (Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up) (Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up) (When you step into the club wit the guns up) (If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up)
(Hook: (Steele) (Tek)) We control the nut (who's comin in?) What they comin wit? (what they movin in?) Who's movin in? (when can I expect my payment) Refuse and choose to brave men (yo grave will be under this pavement) Concrete burial, war for you, for all of you (Win or lose, you still lose and that's the rules) The respect I get is just a reflection of my status (Top ranking never catch a smokin in a bandage) About the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the dough)
(Steele) (Tek) Outside (postered up, a Mr. Pool in my thugs) It's bug the ones who hold heat is the way they show love (While the drug kingpin, showed his way to baguettes And pressin looker birds, with his blue face Lex Throw on his wrist like he's flamin, peer door he be slayin Broad like iced out, Cardiar chain danglin) I seen him minglin with the high rollers Rollin high dollars, ballin wit more tricks than Harlem Globetrotters Got a whole lotta soldiers to his dirty deeds for him (Shorty's the G form) Little niggas movin keys for him (The d's on) But couldn't touch him when they caught him (Cuz he support them) wit the same money that bought him
(Chorus: Tek (Steele)) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about big faces (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the paper (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about big faces
(Steele) Aiyo sun, got a minute let me tell you about this one This young sexy bunny, checkin money to hit somethin I don't mean fuckin, the only cream she be likin Is that green stuff that come and make her whole world function Rebon Capatone, love guns and roses, expesive clothes With diamonds and niggas that holdin, then she foldin Rockin Panamanian gold, and ear ring, bracelet link change with 550 clothin
(Tek) Young bird, an iceberg, slams ago E.S. Here's press, a platinum rolly, 5 karat necklace Gotta pay to sex it, she catch ya wallet when you sleepin naked Throughbread for the dough, cuz she gotta make it I help to take it, seven digit figure caper So much paper, cop the Lex, already laced her From exquisite, faithful to a thug on jail visits Have fun on the weekend, then it's back to business
(Chorus: Steele (Tek)) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the money) It's all about the cash (still don't nuthin move but the dough)
(Steele) I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose, but I'm not trying to sing the blues 'cause life goes on, remembering the verse, Nitty showed me the song Kept me calm for a minute though Got me mellowin Juda blaze the Cocoa But in the back of my mind I still know I still got a job to do, for real yo Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though Lick em off, soon be back to bill yo On the bricks side where it's real for sho But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo, my mind flow
Losin my mind, tryin to stay high Everybody f**kin wit me, 'cause they know I keep a pound of trees 'cause I gotta maintain in me But I'm losin my mind, tryin to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C.
(Tek) It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him though, 'cause we was once consider peoples We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up I burglarize my first joint playin with stack money Who motto was "I die for it" quote from Stack Money Head cappo, 'cause shots round the big apple Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest Big boy Benz, 500-S series Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s Bout it to half smoke philly comin out the ash tray I didn't even know, just knew my man Mr. Brown And I've been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now
Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee Returned to death stair, eye full of blood shot Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga f**k you F**k him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too Like it's cool to be smokin on the rulers Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas
(Steele) I'm losin my mind, rollin my dime Frame of mind, tryin to lace my weed That's a muthaf**kin friend I don't need
(Buckshot) It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick Money came home, but he got hit In the bubble whip, with the system in it One shot, fire two, then burst Shit that's what happen when you thrust You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome You really thought you had the throne, 'cause you was the bone On the block, as the bomb rock, now you Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin All the rules of the game, so you plan flop Niggas seein a vision, tryin to make it to the top
(Steele) Now I'm losin my mind, gotta take time If I wanna roll that weed, 'cause you know I gotta roll it in the leaf Can't f**k with no stemi I'm losin my mind, smokin my dime On the lo lo from these 'cause you know them niggas lookin for me From some shit back from the 80's I'm losin my mind, f**kin wit ya niggas one time...
