HUHHHHHH!
[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
[Master P] No Limit
[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I’m trippin
on MC’s cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro’ your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I’m drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver’s head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I’m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who’ll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I’ll call your bluff
like, “Yo, how many rhymes you got?” I think I’ll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda’s got on the car lot
And there’s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain’t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I’m already doin a hundred
when I’m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I’m gon’ gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it’s gon’ be that
See that, that shit’ll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don’t be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I’m gon’ get you either way, and it’s better to live
Let me get what’s between your sock, cause it’s, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don’t make me put your somewhere where nobody’ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don’t come back on
This ain’t a flick you ain’t gon’ come back on, you ain’t that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You’se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I’m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
[Master P]
Got my mic on, it’s time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don’t stop but it get buckwild
Sniffer Clarke
Chopper Harris
The Doog
Crazy Horse
Norman Bite Yer Legs
The Barnsley Spud
Bonetti The Cat
Alan Ball’s White
Alan Ball’s White
Alan Ball’s White Boots |
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song
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[Iverson]
For the year 2G the rap game change for one name
Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane
Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated
You went platinum wit a ghost writer,
so in the game you won you cheated
My slang bang when you need it
You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it
(*gunshots*) Die if you don’t believe it
Anything to do wit millions I’ma be wit it
Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest
In my guess y’all useless, just talkin music
Never mistake me for a fake MC
You got the wrong idea nigga I’m CT fool
Get murdered in a second in the first degree
Come to me wit faggot tendacies
You’ll be sleepin where the maggots be
Ain’t nuthin kinda used to beef actually
but when it’s on I raise first automatically
Won’t catch me as a victim and a rap casualty
Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime
Ten Bentleys in one line
Gats in each hand, twin 45’s in mines
Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate
Sons and daughters, one order you’ll be floatin in water
Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders
One luv to the ol school niggaz
They in the jail tryin to raise us
Even the ones that tried to blaze us
but couldn’t even graze us
See dem bitch azz niggaz y’all killin don’t amaze us
Y’all slobbin I’m spittin wit a mouf full of rage
(DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS
YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT)
Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches
I’m hittin anything in plain view for my riches
VA’s finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches
die for zero digits; I’ma giant yall midgets
I know killaz that kill for a fee
that’ll kill yo’ ass for free, believe me
How you wanna die fast or slowly?
Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie
I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me
All the hardcore niggas know me
I aint knockin, I’m jus gon’ bust up in the motherfucker
Takin anything that’s rightfully mines
Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines
Physique crew, thick designs
wit jewels that shine all the time
Ain’t nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique
Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat
die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street
Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born
but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don’t live that long
but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong
got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK
JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!!
YO!!
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(voice)
jewelz time
jewelz time
(I dont know who this is)
For the year 2G the rap game changed for one nation
jewelz name is slayin anything on this plain
remains have found one of the best kept secrets ya heated
you went platinum when it goes right
so in the game you won you cheated
my slang bangin ya need it
man enough to pull a gun, be man enough to squeeze it
(shots fired)
die if ya dont believe it
anything to do with ___ im gonna be with it
hats off to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest
for my guess youre all useless, just talkin music
never mistake me for a fake MC
you got the wrong guy (fuck you)
they call him CT (fool)
get murdered in a second in the first degree
come at me with faggot tendacies, youll be sleepin where the maggots be
aint nothin count it, used to be factually
but when its on I raise first automatically
wont catch me as a victim in a rap casulty (c’mon)
Dynasty raiders hit VA in the summer time (what)
ten bentlys in one line
gas in each hand 24 5s in mine
snipers hittin niggas long distance for a rate
sons and daughters
one order and you’ll be floatin in water
bad newz home of the dynasty raiders
one love to the old school niggas
dead in the jail that tried to raise us
even the ones who tried to blaze us
but couldnt even graze us
so them bitch ass niggas y’all killin dont amaze us
im floppin im spittin…..
(voice)
hey yo
this my record jewelz
representin bad newz
hey yo my homies set that shit
Iverson (aka Jewelz)
everybody stay fly gettin money to kill and fuck bitches
im hittin anything in plain veiw for my riches
VA’s finest fillin up ditches when niggas turn bitches
dyin for zero digits
im a giant y’all admit it
I know niggas who kill for a fee that’ll kill your ass for free
believe me, how you wanna die fast or slowly
fast as a rolley, slow as a rolley – polley
i bought your shit it was weak
trashed it
now you owe me
all them hardcore niggas know me
i dont knockin them, just gonna bust up in a muthafucka
takin anything thats rightfully mine
plus AK rifels and knives
for Z cru thik designs
with jewelz to shine all the time
aint nothin sweet about this rate of mistake
I got niggas where you eat shit sleep and beat ya meat
die reachin for heat
even leakin in the street
niggas screamin he was a good boy since he was born
but fuck it he gone
life must go on
niggas dont live that long
but hoes in wigs when niggas think theyre head strong
got niggas hollerin with jewelz dead wrong on this song
this type of murder dont need no hook
just 40 fuckin bars from the mouth of a crook
yo
(echo)
(gun being cocked and fired) |
You don’t have to sell
Well it can be only a mistake
Excluding all that seems to be before
Recollecting minds that intake
When I contemplate it gets sore
Prosecution by the minds that make me feel
Have only made me commit that crime
It’s been said that it’s better to hate than steal
Still we all do time, still we all do time
Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
Sold
Well you fucking can’t believe
Everyday I run to this place I feel
It’s still taking over me
You don’t have to sell
If I sold you my life the way it was
Cause that’s all he does, he tries to make a sale
Would you speak to me, an excuse to fail
An excuse to fail, it’s still sore
Everything couldn’t be happening to make me right
Cause my soul has already gone sour
Explain the vision that you still call mine
Now we all do time, now we all do time
Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
Sold
Well you fucking can’t believe
Everyday I run to this place I feel
It’s still taking over me
Crawling, crawling…
You come crawling
Sold, no I don’t belong to myself
Sold
Well you fucking can’t believe
Everyday I run to this place I feel
It’s still taking over me
Crawling, crawling…
You come crawling |
Well its been rainin’ on and on
Ever since you’ve been gone
Those dark clouds keep rollin’ in
And every time I think I might catch myself a glimpse of sunlight
The bottom falls out again
Well I can barely keep afloat
I’m up the creek without a boat
And I’ve been adriftin’ Heaven knows how long
‘Cause it’s been rainin’ 40 days and 40 nights since you’ve been gone
Hey, well drip drip drip goes the sound of the rain
The four winds are blowin’ like a hurricane
My friends said I should settle for any port in a storm
I’d rather be inside your lovin’ arms
Safe and warm
Girl it’s been a long time since I’ve seen sunshine
Baby won’t you come back home
‘Cause it’s been rainin’ 40 days and 40 night since you’ve been gone
Aw listen to me now
I keep starin’ out the window
Searchin’ for a rainbow
To signal that the storm will end
Hey, ’cause I know that the rain’ll keep pourin’ on the pane
Until my saint comes back marchin’ in
Oh, girl its been a long time since I’ve seen sunshine
Baby won’t you come back home
‘Cause it’s been rainin’ 40 days and 40 nights since you’ve been gone
Hey, well drip drip drip goes the sound of the rain
The four winds are blowin’ like a hurricane
My friends said I should settle for any port in a storm
I’d rather be inside your lovin’ arms
Safe and warm
Girl it’s been a long time since I’ve seen sunshine
Baby won’t you come back home
‘Cause its been rainin’ 40 days and 40 night since you’ve been gone
Yeah its been rainin’ 40 days and 40 nights since you’ve been gone
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[Kool G Rap]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
[Chorus x2]
[Noreaga]
Yo, Listen to me
young thug this is some advice
you do a snake you be payin’ the price
catch you at the dice game
blow you out the frame
crack cheater, cause my niggaz is grimy
all we really luv is reffer
Iraq, the name alone got you shook back on the island
you got ya man hood took
but turn around when you walk through
guns are hawk you, already took ya shit
no matter who you talk too
the 6 berra no take no deniro
no heat East Elmhurst, Haiser Street
you feel the fury when you want that bust, Handcuff
wishing that you ain’t locked up
now you get tested, Jake tell you when you get arrested
when you get there don’t get molested
yo call the C.O. that wont be necessary
they watch ya beat ya down and take ya conversary
my adversary donaldly dick, dynasty rich
my whole cliq got paid lawyers and rips
gettin’ locked up, fell down, no time for this
aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car
start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star
yo, you might be illin’, you might be wildin’
but you wont be smilin’ on Rikers Island
Rikers Island, Iraq.
[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
[Musolini]
Juveniles get shook and see 74
mobb 2 ice grill when you walk through
come through a fly cached tested for that
see where your heart at
that fly shit niggaz want that
jerk on ya phone time
sweet niggaz get robbed blind
robbed for ya watch, robbed for ya shine
you better fake regimen
them niggaz do alot of dead and let’em see ya sweatin’
and get PCed out protection
the by shit cause cliqs sent renim
and have you cut up if you don’t pay up
Crips and Bloods all along with the Caves too,
business as usually, a bunch of criminals
typical shit is critical, on a via a nigga rippin’ you
a daily ritual, jail talk is pitiful
not for every individual
I’m wit it and I wont go back
niggaz mad cause I keep a stack
and don’t talk crip nigga, word up.
[Chorus]
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island, Iraq Island)
Rikers Island, Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
[Kool G Rap]
See 74 adolescents now walk put ya hand to the floor
ya hear nigga gettin’ tall holey blaze galore
tricks or ya fucking jaw to ya draw
see yo when I close watching you pour
how do you claws or how do I laws from taking yours
contemplated or taking you down from at the door
niggaz with cause leave you wit scars and open source
soon as ya boor get a swore stuck in ya faloor
sharpin’ up 1 son and become quick draw mcgraw
put up ya paws boors go why I saw the cause
cause livin’ shiesty could be pricely
niggaz kidnappin’ wify’s while hearts cold as Italian Icy’s
now buck and a half slide across his face lace some nicely
you gottin’ fiesty but where you stand is where the ice be
forever your life be gone in the wind
punching holes all in your abdomen
when the thug cats come with the stabbin’in the jury grabbin’in
look out son they body slabbin’in while you was blabbin’in
now know what the fuck is happenin’.
[Chorus] |
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