Verbal Murder 2 – Pete Rock F/ Big Punisher, Common, Noreaga

[Big Pun]
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo’
From git-go, yo yo

Aiyyo it’s such a shame
all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game
But what it bring, nuttin but pain
and one in your fuckin brain
Ain’t nuttin changed since the album I’m still whylin
I’m still violent I’ve been waitin for this moment
like Phil Collins, for all my life I’ve been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
It’s like, tonight is the night
And I ain’t even tryin to let a nigga slide
I’ve been dyin to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah’s Witness, blow up any
soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I’m so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
you can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick

Chorus: Pete Rock

Grab ahold cause you never heard a
verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin on the next one
Murder one (repeat 2X)

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple
My niggaz comin through and still hurt you
Wipe y’all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
We hit Fifth Ave, while y’all still hit Stern’s
Don’t really care bout y’all, really hear bout y’all
Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team
From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin it
Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it
Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
Yo it’s a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown’s a clap-man
Cat stackin, move out the hood that’s in Manhattan
Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo I heard son, son is rockin iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn’t believe that, this cat would
Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
Better respect my words or I’m the minister

“Verbally I catch bodies”
“Let’s seperate the men from the boys” -> Guru
“Verbal attack” -> Cappadon
“Big Pun” -> Punisher, “Noreaga” -> Nore, “Pete Rock”
“Common s-s-s-sSense” -> Com

Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
I’m after the day of judgment I’m still before the
jury, explainin why I was in a gun orgy
He was FUCKIN wit me, I ain’t no duckin emcee
With the knowledge there’s a little thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin’ to be
My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes
I could tell in high school that he had no fights
Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
with current events, called for backup
like one time when he heard it was Sense
that deliver words with intents to kill
Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked
In the center of the party his crew identified the body
Left him signin the wait-list sayin, “I can’t take this
fake shit” (echoes)

Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight
Get it straight

By admin on October 7, 2013 | V Song Lyrics | A comment?
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N.O.R.E. – Noreaga

it’s like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
what, noreaga, lay out like your majesty
aspect mine when y’all niggaz hear my par
have y’all straight wildin when y’all see my car
i step on your toes, fuckin ya hoes, chain reaction
take toes, stay in my clothes
keep askin why i keep buckin y’all foes
gettin sucked now, from my fuckin neck to my toes
still shootin descent, throwin grenades at the precinct
henny, wood, guiness, mad niggaz are gettin finished
fessin it, my niggaz precident
gettin head in the wip, but not pressin it
monster koday, gang related like O-J
friends know me, by my first name Victor
santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
me and tone from T-N in the B-M
drink cristals, won’t cancel seagrams

yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you’re still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter if you’re still treatin

yo, it’s all reality, my guns blazed for clarity
for charity, had a whole hood ahead of me
gradually, i casually grabb the two techs
blow holes, that’ll rip through bird chest
noreaga, get head inside a L-S
wise guy’s a man is good fellas
open doors for ladies, never blaze when we see babies
only shoot when we crash through, when we have to
made cats sit back, picture that
yo, respect it, knowin that we now connected
it’s like lesty and donny, lesty let donny live, and donny snaked him
stayed for day one, then faked him
the rules of nature, keep your mind on your paper
them cats that ain’t been down is down state now, yo

yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin

yo, married to marijuana, smoked mad trees
catch me with the same bitch and believe
only fuck a bitch twice if she get on her knees
shoot for myself, for myself i squeeze
always hated the cops, yelled, “fuck them pigs”
let the situation get much bigger than g’s
how y’all small cats still runnin round for keys
switch places, hated when the jack go freeze
yo, my bank account tripled, when i doubled at least
had my nigga like c-style, smoke that weed
mad fucked up, drive benz at high speed
for my niggaz on the run, just know to bleed

yo, N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin
N-O-R-E, nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin
no matter, if you’re still treatin

what, what, what, what, what
trackmasters, tone and poke, what, what
what, what, iraq all of that
castro, midnight blue, mussolini, sham dulo
a maze, monoray, my boy LP
moneray, jungle, Esco, what up
nature, it’s all good, gettin that paper
niggaz on the run eatin, what, it’s all good where you come from, dun
bust a gat, represent where you come from, dun
word up, son, what, what, shit is real, where we come from, dun

By admin on September 21, 2013 | N Song Lyrics | A comment?

Gangsta’s Watch – Noreaga

Verse 1: Noreaga

Yo I got coke for y’all niggaz, dope for y’all niggaz
Hoes for y’all niggaz, shows for y’all niggaz
My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed
Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster
Smoke weed now til its a little roacha
I’ms a fiend gotta have that hydro green
Flip on hoes the bitches try to say that I’m mean
Stuck up aiyyo my chain gleam down to my nuts
Buying kids some cris, neva buy no cups
I thought I told y’all putos straight sucios
My niggaz buy guns and sell em in the studios
Shootin in the hood lay where I’m at
It’s too hot out there can’t even go to Iraq
Police knowin what went down ya cat done rat
I don’t know who to trust, aiyyo plus infact
strange things go on everytime that it’s on
Yo niggaz foldin, some holdin still rollin
I’m in the game kid til the game decease
I have million niggaz hearts right on the street yo
It’s all gangsta their team straight pranksta
The antenna on my TV still a hanger
Ghetto celeb, SPK right on the web
Niggaz ride bikes and ride on past
I say WHAT yo niggaz ride bikes and ride on past…

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Yo bring it back kid to where you got your props
Have y’all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops
How it’s all the same game kid yo in Queens and Watts
Yo it’s gangsta, watch the Gangsta Watch

Verse 2: Noreaga

Stop the press catch me with the heat or a vest
Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finnese
When I smoke weed, creatively then I’m the best
When I get hed first then I have a good sex
It’s a cause and effect when you fuck with my set
Cause you do that, the effect you get wet!
Fuck around I have ya little team get blessed
Have ya whole little town, mournin off ya death
I make a quick phone call, call Rell and Stef
and them niggaz won’t care where ya body is left
22 a just knock you up, and pop you up
67 a glock you up and rock you up
Stupid move now you know you done fucked up
fuckin with the wrong clique, nigga what?
Thug niggaz, grimey and loud niggaz
Drunk fucked niggaz, wanna dump niggaz
Smoke skunk niggas, get krunk niggaz
Night niggaz, police straight and hype niggaz
Hit light niggaz easy to fight niggaz
Don’t leave the club til it’s daylight niggaz
Black puerto rican and even our white niggaz
Right niggaz flip coke with ice niggaz
Tight niggaz gangsta and trife niggaz
Street smart so I guess we bright niggaz

Chorus (repeat 2x)

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