Intro/Chorus: (x6)
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and
Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz
???? rappers are full of this since I’m a Don I’m pullin out a hit
cos I’m fired up I’m tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit it’s time to attack the prey
So make way for hip hop’s green beret
Bring on the refills you see we feel
the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I’m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is ‘I don’t give a fuck!’
I’m a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I’ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
I’m more than a threat, I’m a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don’t whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we’re takin rappers out
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
Chorus (x3)
Verse 2: Apache
Here comes trouble and it’s all that, in fact contact
You’re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain’t got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
handicapped, crippled and “pussy” was my middle name
you couldn’t beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat’cha quick (who?), my grip
*?Failin this?* to some type of tournament
I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
He’s with the 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limosuine
The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I’m out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that’s me, I’m gettin rappers’ ass
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
Chorus (x4)
Verse 3: Treach
You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I’ll seal you quick, you can’t touch that
I thought you did a triple cos you said “Aw, fuck that!”
Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?*
Give me a hearin aid or two then I’m thru cos I’m that def
That’s how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Club rappin all be, I’m wreckin on all 3
This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble?
A-B-C, skip to the S-T
U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape dem and cruise me then, if I’m wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
so I’m straight, if I hear “drop the bomb” I have to go
Break this nig’ for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not cos shit I’m hot, if I can get then you’ll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
I wouldn’t cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there
Put on a tip or hittin hips, I’m more than quick
I Grease my Lightnin’, it’s frightening how I get, a slick
schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
1! Beenie come fi mek a small qoutation
2! Me nuh love how dem a treat di generation
3! Yuh nuh si seh dem a mash up di nation
Who we? yet still dem waant si a man and gun man
1! Well di yout dem want proper represtive
2! Yuh nuh si seh dem nuh have get incentive
3! Yet still di gehtto yout dem inventive
Who we? Yet still dem waant seh wi tink negative
VERSE I :
All dem a talk me si di whola dem drooling
seh dem bad wonda who dem fooling
waant start war when di DJ coolin
seh dem rule but a mi ova ruling
Listen me lyrics cause dis a unu schoolin
Listen di style dem bad man loadin
Dem nuh like we cau di way how wi movin
well dis year my crew is re-groupin
Well DJ must get eliminate
well mi wonda weh somebwoy dem a meditate
a pure evil di bwoy dem a penetrate
Dem a pirate dese same words weh circulate
Chorus
1! Me nuh love how dem a treat di generation
2! Yuh nuh si seh dem a mash up di nation
3! Well di yout dem have some great invention
Who we? Yet still dem waant seh i mon a bad mon
1! yuh nuh si di yout dem want proper representive
2! Yuh nuh si seh dem nuh have get incentive
3! Yuh nuh sih di gehtto yout dem inventive
Who we? Yet still dem waant seh dem nah tink positive
VERSE II
Well mi know seh dis ya one has been predicted
Cau to di reggae music i am addicted
Well dis ya DJ brain nuh infected
A pure music di DJ inflicted
Lock mi up charge me now mi convicted
If u a tell me di music restricted
politician haffi sell food a linstead
cau some a dem jus get evicted
Well dis year mi have a bran new assignment
pure cash me nuh need yuh consignment
ghetto yout juss buss di confinement
a bling bling and pure excitement
Chorus
VERSE III
Some ghetto yout nuh have a propa background
lucky ting seh mi use to DJ pon sound
Chu me stand firm and neva get throw down
das why i’m rockin on my owna playgroun
But, I am a man who’s representive
Cyan whole me now and young preventive
test di DJ i am inventive
shockin vibes crew we are productive
1! Me nuh love how dem a treat di generation
2! Yuh nuh si seh dem a mash up di nation
3! Ghetto yout mek some great invention
Who we? Yet still dem waant style i mon a bad mon
1! yuh nuh si di yout dem want proper represtive
2! Yuh nuh si seh dem nuh have get incentive
3! And di gehtto yout dem suh inventive
Who we? Yet still dem waant seh dem nah tink positive
(REP FROM VERSE I)
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you. you try. you try to get by. “you’re never going to pull it off” “you
shouldn’t even try” “you’re a wet cigarette” “you’re always second best” but
they’re never going to give a shit about anybody but themselves. you fight.
for them to realize. there’s more to life there’s more to you there’s more
than meets the eye. and when you’re done, the battle’s been won. you sit back
you smile and this is what you hum, you hum: ….12341234…. the years go by.
the time it does fly. every single second is a moment in time that passes oh,
so quick and it seems like nothing but when you’re looking back well it
amounts to everything. i’ve got myself. i’ve got my friends. i’ve got my
little family but that’s not where it ends. this one goes out to you. it goes
out to everyone. it’s in the name of honesty because life has just begun…..
12341234….look around little brother can you tell me what you see? you’re a
big boy now so take responsibility. you never had it hard but now it’s getting
tough so you whine whine whine and you say you’ve had enough. you say i’m full
of shit? that i’m a hypocrite? i shouldn’t talk when i can’t take the advice
that i give? well maybe you’re right but open your eyes: the main difference
here is that i try try try |
Are you ready for attack?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Stargate ah yeah
Yeah etc
Five have been around and livin’ it up
We’re changin’ it around just keeping you right
When we get excited no we never stop
Everybody knows we can’t get enough
People say we’re dark but we’re the light
‘Cause we’re the only ones that are keeping you tight
Everybody’s gonna feel high tonight
Five’s gonna show you how to rock it right
Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Can you feel it?
Tonight
CHORUS
‘Cause you gotta get up
You gotta stay on top
Throw your hands to the sky
Wave them from side to side
It’s gonna take all night
When you rock all right
Because we’re wanted
Dead or alive
12345
(I said 12345)
Ready, steady for attack
When you feel me comin’
Keep comin’ back
The more you want, the more we got
All you gotta do is just give it a shot
Drop it into fifth in the fast lane
Once you’ve had a taste you’ll be back again
Everybody’s gonna feel high tonight
Five are gonna show you how to rock it right
Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Can you feel it?
Tonight
CHORUS
(Said 12345 x2)
Dead or Alive
We’re comin’ tonight
To make it all right
(Are you ready for attack)
Yeah etc
CHORUS x2 |
Dizza Dee: It’s so sad
How L.M.T run this block
No one could stop us
Not even the cops
We start to pop when we get madd
some bullets start missing so you better be glad
Don’t be sad
Cause I’ma get ya sista
comback the next day and pistol whip ya
Chorus: It goes 1234567 ready to send one of ya’ll niggas straight to heaven so say your bleasins because we comin for you
if you really got a problem we’ll kill you and ya mans too
C-Dogg- It’s big C-Dogg here
you can’t take my gear
not the clothes or the P hat that I where
Shooting bullets in the air like we just don’t care
Police come a nigga disapare
Chorus 2 times
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I’m 2D
Won’t you buy me
Piano chord
Dictionary
One two D three
One two D three
One two D three
One two D three
Mmm (x8)
One two D three
One two D three
One two D three
One two D three
I’m 2D (One two D three)
Won’t you buy me (One two D three)
Piano chord (One two D three)
Dictionary (One two D three)
One two D three
I’m 2D (One two D three)
Won’t you buy me (One two D three)
Piano chord (One two D three)
Dictionary (One two D three)
One two D three
I’m 2D (One two D three)
Won’t you buy me (One two D three)
Piano chord (One two D three)
Dictionary (One two D three)
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Sleep, sleep, sleep, oh sleep for me
And rest your soul, just like the roses at your feet
Dream, dream, dream, dream awhile for me
And travel far away ’till the distance is complete
There’s 13 Angels standing on display
I think they’re gonna take you away
One life time gone and now your soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads
Oh faith, faith, faith, have faith for me
I lost it long ago somewhere I shouldn’t be
Heart heart heart, save your heart for me
It’s the only place I’ve been with everything I need
There’s 13 Angels standing on display
I think they’re gonna throw me away
One life time gone and now my soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads
Oh, Maybe I’m a life time soldier never dying, never gettin’ older
Maybe I’m a life time soldier lost along the way….
High, high, high, stay high for me
And let me see the things I never thought I’d be
Wait, wait, wait, please wait for me
I’ve travelled far and wide without a destiny
There’s 13 Angels standing on display
I think they’re gonna take you away
One life time gone and now my soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads
Oh, Maybe I’m a life time soldier never dying, never gettin’ older
Maybe I’m a life time soldier lost along the way….
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Whores
Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed
The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show
We’re doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette
A church burned to the ground, not even noticed yet
13 Steps (To Nowhere)
Whores
A backwards swastika, the black skin riddled in lead
A Nazi Gangster Jew, it beats a dog that’s dead
It’s in to use the slang, outbreak of gun roulette
The cross slants to the side, will prove the damnedest yet
13 Steps – Leads to nowhere
The backlash dislocates, an untimely reign of death
The wolf poked with the stick, awaits with cancerous breath
(Leads to nowhere)
Outsiders still suppose, there’s Holy streets to roam
The truth should not surprise, your homes were built on lies |
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