featuring DMX Fatal Cormega Ja Intro: Mic Geronimo (DMX) Yeah.. (grrrrr) Introducing the Suspects DMX (grrrrr) Ja Rule Cormega Fatal Hussein (grrrrr) Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)
[DMX] What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the fuck up Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me? If I smack the shit outta this nigga His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?" But his man is like, "Psych yo" Take it from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me (WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes
[Ja Rule] Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily Ja the one, what? y'all don't hear me, nigga y'all remember, see-M-see, '95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20 y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what? Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!
Chorus: Mic Geronimo Yo.. Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-why We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat*
[Cormega] Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah) Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition Look in my eye, you see realness The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest? Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision? My insight is deep, mental intuition Type essential, due to this trife life we livin My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty 9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest My only fear is 25 years of death
[Fatal Hussein] One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit" I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew You and your mother know don't go against, be on you Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks Bullets small as his G-be
> YeahCame to talk to you for a minuteYou knowI miss youBut I love youAin't nobody done for me what you done for me, MaYou knowSo I'ma do this one here for youRest in peaceYour sonIt woulda been the greatest thing in the world to seeAll the possibilities, you made em real for meIn '73 opened me to life itselfGuard my health and went for delf but needed no one elseAllah himself'll only know the reason you're goneAnd forever I'ma feel a little pain and mourn(Life goes on) Now I'm blessed, so I raise each mornStill I ask every night you help me face the dawnPray alone inside a stone-cold confusion and weepBut only your touch can bring me to peaceI can keep a little something of you with me till I reach the endTill then, let me ask you again, how you been?[Chorus]
[Royal Flush Intro] Word... Things ain't what they used to be out here, man Ain't no more easy living, no more man You best to recognize, man, it's a struggle out here, man We forced to do, what we got to do, to survive It wasn't nothing like this back in the days, man Word, shit got to change
Verse 1 [Mic Geronimo] Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informers Guiliani's crews on us The heat's just like the guns that we bust shot up Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt It's different stages, environment got most vision tainted Murals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a painting Haters seeing the dehumanization of a being But worst of all most of y'all don't know what I'm meaning And strange days, time seems to move so fast Only concerns is the cash, and a whip to match See this life is like a bid but it won't do me And it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two
[Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing] Well things ain't what they used to be 4x
Verse 2 [Mic Geronimo] The epidemics, narcotics, paramedics Everybody eager at a party just to wet it And felonies, armed robberies, and sprees Higher rates on a key, ghetto love disease More discreetly you choose, who to fucking trust Nowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a must Most of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the charges Incarcerated cut-off from the world, disregarded Crack babies retardly born, dis-formed And fathers known for shooting China-White inside they arm Desert Sickness, planet Earth at it's illest Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics Life is like a bid, but it won't do me Mentally these are the things that I should not see And I'm standing here, counting all the casualties Cause things ain't nothing really like they used to be, one, two
[Chorus] 4x
Verse 3 [Mic Geronimo] Like a night sky saw the darker levels, leading teams of rebels And steaming these streets, just like kettles Dime minds can rarely walk the concreate, eroded Playing, I made a folding, off the cards I was holding Young, Stand between you, from the phantom, ghetto backs drops a cannon Life at understanding, a maturity stage Still a thug, and some will stay the same, for most of his days Flushing to South Jamaica raids, saw the time change hands Caravans go to MP's after that Lex Lands And it's bugged just the product of I came to be, and it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two [Chorus]
In two 16's ladies let me show you what I mean I ripin' ya back at full steam Besteen to the ones who want to lay the law Maybe one ya'll want to eat and get to stay for more
If your sure that you want to get touched Fuckin' with the one hon like no problem Hang for a few, then we get wreaked from one two Up in air gaspin' for oxygen, ain't no stop for me
Fuckin' like a bunny I'ma ready To freakin' your body and leave sweaty For real all this frontin' swing it seems petty Needed to let me enter in your system like remedy
Getting it started baby let me explain And all you gotta do is leave a number and a name Now if I'm right then it might sound trife But I can't help the single life, for real, uh
I'm living the, single, single, single, (Living the single) Life The single, single, single, (Single) Life Single guys clap your hands
It's a hit like crack ma Guaranteed you can bat if you that far And the more for the organization after breeze And ya'll are crazy when I'm goin' over seas
The nicest ya get, queens death threat The five speed berry rip shit till you wet The mack with a muscle to bust your cork bustle I'm gone and your man smell trouble, check it
Candy on the front of me pimp or die Seein' I could mack without a try One of the baddest whoever moaned, leave a DOA My POA, is sounding like my G all day
Everything like fluidly bounce to the ounce And I'ma stay workin' the play, no doubt See I'm here to hit after that break out Now live your life and shout me out, for real
I don't want anybody, to get the wrong idea 'bout me I don't have nothing to hide, I want the world to see Just like a car I'll drive you, out of your mind It's always the first thing, in us having a good time In us having a good time, bop bop bop sho-bop
Uh, check I live the single life but only for tonight So when the sun rise, come rise up out my sight Know you like the family room, table lookin' like ice Elevator in the crib, we shot up one flight
Then I sexed her, by the wet bar, left her ass wet Found Az Yet and popped in the cassette Dim the lights time to please ya ma When ya flee could you try not to leave your bra
Changed the sheets so wife won't fine no hair on the pillow Cause if it ain't her regular color, oh brother Ya'll ain't seen drama till you seen my little mama, spazed out She like to fight till she pass out
So don't catch feelings in the morning you're gone Wifee's off tonight but tomorrow she's back on It's Iceberg baby, the mack was born Roll around you can feel wear the mattress worn
Well that's new, you seen the thin line well that's you Cause that's what I do, All day Get down like Dee Brown, I want to rock you On and On like Erykah Badu, damn ya feel that?
I'm living the single, single, single Life Living the single (Life) The single, single, single (Living the Single) Life Ha, single girls clap your hands Single, single, single (yah) Life Single guys clap your hands Single, single, single (oh yeah) Life If you're single can I Single, single, single (See your hands) Life Single guys clap your hands Single, single, single
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo I believe I can fly
Master divisor colder as I grew wiser Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers With science move and use complete silence Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status See, we here to run it all with eight other planets But I'm on till it's gone, understand it Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why I can fly
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo, I believe I can fly
Lexus and Benzes every color Push a Hummer in the butters Go to Miami in the summer months Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats Everybody know we get it on like that With assorted firearm bulletproof to match Teflon ? my fitting baseball hat While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch And we makin all this caper but never givin it back It's amazin how I put it all together with rap 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why I can fly
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
Yo, I believe I can fly
Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz Pen's like a lens, so it's clear Bless you in your dome with the chrome Bring the flavor to your ear Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why
Everybody wanna be like Mic Everybody wanna be like Mic
[Puffy] aha aha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Keep it movin' come on and keep it movin' [X4]
Verse 1: [Mic] Tint that shine full us to the teeth ask yourself can you ball like me it's nothin that an amateur can try to see even hoes with the most step carefully around me I bribe by the rules you know disturb my groove and you gots to lay low Geronimo have it in the cut hawked up fucked up steering the gas from both sides I stay high Puffy pie in the soar spearing the dough, accordly we run it, how it go? Can't nobody hold me down like my nigga Puff say, cut so sharp, you think we sensay(sh)?, Ima break it down audio display with some help from the Bad Boys mic on the play frontin' on my crew nigga crime don't pay we're back in ya face kickin' dirt all day Virgin niggas can't rhyme, don't try it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but the money It's on...
[Chorus] Is time to hard? Time to rough? Feelin' like you had enough, we can make it, gotta try make a change, live your life
Verse 2: [Mic] Struggle it is, i'm goin' to back fully on with the tracks fully plats 88 zillion niggas carry on while I'll place in funds and makin' some, the value it make 'em run grands and tons of rhymes, if you cope 'em once that you're man over me Shorty rock 'em on Here it is in the cut climb ??? at the ??? the bomb shit blowin' like a bag of ??? mad She wrote a verse but it just don't fit right in that shit with the niggas you running to role with, I told y'all motha[] controle the bowl with this microphone like a [???], it just don't miss give somethin' to run with 'em on the block all the niggas we hold you see is ???, and still
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but the money It's on...
[Chorus] Is time to hard? Time to rough? Feelin' like you had enough, we can make it, gotta try make a change, live your life
Verse 3: [Mic] Geronimo got it locked up like ATM, blowin' the twenty with shortie in the gray B.M gettin dirty after dark like 4 AM and strokin' my little mami 'til her body say when I'm more amazing then a Spielberg flick mix it with a little bit of the Tarantino shit, y'all know to quit while you're movin' your head, see we stoppin' on the bank up in the game, enough said a team so strong what can stop me now y'all niggas better hopely taunt me now, and still
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but the money It's on...
[Chorus]
Can't you see that what I mean is the mon-ey can't you see...
[Chorus 3X]
[Puff] yeah yeah yeah yeah Blunt records, Bad Boy collabo yeah I see
