Week 31
"Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin'
with the AK-47, bustin' niggas in the belly. Give them muthafuckas more than
just a headache. Get back at that nigga faster than FedEx. They're runnin',
retreatin', screamin' "Mayday, we're goin' down!" Now why the fuck is
niggas tellin' lies and rumors? Talkin' about "we split up?" 'Cause I
see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh. Niggas really need to shut that shit
up. If a muthafucka really want to rumble we can tumble, we wilder than any
animal that's in the jungle. The name of the game is block the basket, strike
him out, hit the goal, make the quarterback fumble—strategize. Any nigga hatin'
ain't a friend of mine. Nigga considered an enemy, niggas that’s when you die.
I never keep my enemies close, 'cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope.
That's close enough. Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up, and smile, and hit 'em
with the millimeter. And I show a bitch, kill a nigga. See me drivin'. Bitch
come on and try to rob me! I'm willing to bet that 'cha get lit up! Get off of
me baby (baby), keep on comin' and there's gon’ be drama (drama). Tellin' you
niggas: "You better not fuck with me, 'cause I ain't that quiet nigga that
I used to be!" Look how the haters give a nigga attitude. Nigga sick of
being humble, now I'm like "Fuck that!" I gotta get mine. They try to
show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love. 'Cause in the game you get
fucked every time. Got this feeling inside my bloodline. Somebody finna get
fucked up! If a nigga don't get some satisfaction. Blastin' like a mad-man.
Gettin’ with the static, nigga lovin' the action. Yeah! My Bone Thug niggas
come on. If any one of you niggas got any problems—thinkin' you tough and you
really want to solve 'em. Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder. While you
steady talkin' like you liver than the next nigga, we’ll already be up in you.
Now hater feel us. Who the realest? The Bone Thug killas. If there’s any
objections, niggas deal with 'em. Realer than the muthafuckin’ suckers—talkin'
about they thugs, jumpin all on the bandwagon. Wanna be like us, wanna cuss,
wanna bust they guns, thugged out with they pants saggin'. They actin'. But when
it's really time to show some tactics, the niggas don't have 'em. We murdered
the bastards, puttin em all in bodybags and caskets. Drop 'em in the river,
splash! That's that ass! 'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back. Huntin'
niggas from the past. We gon’ settle this shit right here. Fight to whoever
blood be spilled first. Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a Hearse? Not me!
I'm determined to wake up and still be livin' in the morning, you feeling me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missle. Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right
between your eye. Then we makin’ sure that nigga die. Shoot a couple more
times…and ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride
out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out"
Krayzie Bone "Battle Zone" (BTNHResurrection ) - 2000
Much P'z 2 Armageddon Rezurrected Lyric’z
Week 32
"Wait till the storms tumble, hit the target. Big fun how they crumble, militant, five, ten hut on the rumble. My goodness gracious, bustas talking trash, hit em with the crash, smash that ass. Fuck ?, you better jet I. Shifter's come on the level, Keep black ballin. I'm gettin ready for the dumpin in the hole, they all fallin, bring storms, cause only fools run into swarms. Flexed on that ass like the beating of a drum, slugs from the fo fo leave the body numb. We from Wasteland, we brought none of this shit. On the real though, protection ain't part of this clique, got the automatic, how you get caught up, it's tragic. Bodies difference all the way to place in plastic. Straight been ??. Book of ? clique, put your reel in the bloody water, watch demons hook it. Where ya blessing? I took it. Come take a look, see. Way off in the new millennium. But I'm killin them, definitely insane. Gettin rid of them, here we go to another summer. Bringin hell back, the ? all gettin popped with a twelve gauge shot, buck to the dome. Tombstone never runnin in the line of the crossing, cause one day we all gotta go. Some of us die fast, some die slow. That's why we keep blazing indo... "
Tombstone "Reveal" (Still Waters) - ????
Much P'z 2 Hades & Stan
Week 33
The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
the human asthma breath taker
body dump waster
the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
the shot popper, the jock cock glocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
the lady shitter, phone joneser
sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
the crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
the slick the long dick pussy sticker
the ready to bust that ass kicker
The track manoeuvre, the box barrier
the off of the dome rapper
the c-74 ox carrier..."
Smoothe Da Hustla "Broken Language" (Once Upon A Time In Amerikka) - 1996
Week 34
"Me and my Dunns come from the slums
You can't take the slums out my Dunns
and that's how it is, that's how it is
Sometimes I find myself wearin the same shit for days
not carin, bout what they gon' think or say
I got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me
That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty
We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what)
Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on
See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs
You got a lot of nerve, puttin out them songs
knowin that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on
We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm"
Silent wars or we silence the fours
Hav, P and Nas got it in the smash for sure
Now it's movies and soundtracks
This is where your career stop at..."
Prodigy "Family" ( From Nas' Album: Nastradamus) - 1999
Week 35
Can't no comp come at me, this battle the
Bronx'll back me Got the nicest niggaz alive talkin bout, "Papi's
nasty" Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache Posse not even the
cops could catch me I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass Soon as
you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs My game is tight - you wanna play,
just name your price Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist and
I'm the trifest on the field Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest
to kill This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra and I'ma blast ya til your
whole click respeta Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra 'tate quieta,
the bitch got a bad temper Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance You be lucky
to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance So take a chance, but expect the
worst Put my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst
{OOOOOH! *long slurrrrrrrp* .. "Thanks Pun!"}."
Big Pun "Watch Those" (Yeeeah Baby) - 2000
Week 36
"Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love
to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we
freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and
let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time.
You're all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind. Findin it funny,
matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as
an outlaw."
Kastro "Life Of An Outlaw" (From 2pac's: The Don KIlluminati: The 7 Day Theory) - 1996
Week 37
"Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4
Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz
played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped
attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man
Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my
Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of
livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G
bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill
sex adrenaline Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet
any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads
flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of
formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be
Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz
buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck
who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they
ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit"
Nas "The Message" (It Was Written) - 1996
Week 38
"I won't lie, some nights i feel like i've
been forsaken by God, victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad, He who
laughs last laughs best but never again is the montra that I cry... I spit like
Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss clench fist, the massicistic
sadistic from every verse on this Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill
impossibly, larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity My
philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostimy im pro you're
junior varsity, If twelve angry of you was on MTV dis my shit i'll hunt down and
kill 'em all individually, I make headlines considerably, Sorcery with no plea
bargain, or glossary, Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that i've held rockin' gold like
Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me feel me, you take notes like
court stenography, you better watch me, I take beef personally to your villa
steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability I'll
shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery While you
trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make all
net like Forbes the mega for-tune Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151
proof, laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth, flicking my ashes out of a
sunroof Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me, From throwing
you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby Get with me? Maybe, but
then be hunted You ain't no killer or gangster smiling or dancing interviewed by
Teen Summit My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary, but
still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry I blind you in stereo
or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo out of there, broke like the first host
of the Vibe show Your wives know I fuck like Marky Mark on Boogie Nights while
Guinessed out, while famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths
Me dissapear? Never again, go to war with Vattican men, it'll take a whole cast
of yall to have your ass walking again You're an over-rated player that white
fans love like DiMaggio You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like
John Denver till forever you remeber, i'm falling off? Never..."
Chino XL "Never" (????) - ????
Week 39
"It's on fire tonight
Everything on my side is lookin alright
It's high power original, b-boy traditional
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
true brand imperial you're hearin on your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position
to deal with my condition-al mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful
Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
Ock, I'm not FEELIN YOU; don't know what your label
tellin you -- or what magic beans they sellin you
I can flow, you can't though, example
of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah)
Who be bitchin out to A&R demands so
you can collect your little petty cash advance HOE
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T"
Mos Def "B-Boy Document'99" (Sound Bombing II) - 1999
Week 40
"While childish MC's battle over coastal
fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil
like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The
tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for
instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck,
like Toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let
the Cold Crush rush Then I flush wack material That's if I don't mash them all
to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal
equivalent to arsenic"
RBX "East Coast/West Coast Killa" (Dr. Dre Presents The Aftermath) - 1996
Week 41
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet With mercury ion rockets And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side of it I'm known geographically and intergalactically That's why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me They even tried kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's really what caused Roswell Undercover operatives workin for COM 12 Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal Lyrically I'm off scale So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth With the southpaw southern fist I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp Back the tougher shit. What a wimp You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling I'm an experiment gone bad. My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I'm stark ravin mad Your whole scientific staff'll get killed in a nuclear blast When I throw the formula stashed in my hand Flammable liquids in the lab explode And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath'll last I put him in a leather mask Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas Then watch him grab his neck and gag Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh "You wanna battle?" is the type of question you should never ask Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck'll last Whoever lose'll get a solderin iron up the ass You need to recognize My hand is quicker than the eye Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can't die A nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with aurora's the spark of light Water fly like a saucer With the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins Been gettin it on since I been born and I'm a live long And I'm a be gettin it on till I'm gone Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on I took an oath to rip everything I get on A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long I'm just a small fish in a big pond And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on Nigga try to flip and get flipped on My army march a million strong Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on Extremely hostile Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles A lyrical lynch mob Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong Screamin "incomin" when I see a bomb Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds Plus 800,000 to even consider a war And 200,000 more to even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse And drag y'all across the motherfuckin asphalt 9 out of 10 niggas is frauds You know who you are always talkin about your bitches and your cars Your jewelry and your girls. It's like we from two different worlds You motherfuckers really get on my nerves Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin Tell him it's important. Tell him to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit Y'all niggas got your ass beat cause you asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it That's some sick shit homeboy A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud You fraudulent. Feminine. Fragile as a feather is With an effortless blow, I'll crack your whole skeleton You think you're better than Canibus, where's the evidence? You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink Take fifty cents and purchase a pack of peppermints Battlin me you never win You thought you was the only nigga that could sneak a weapon in? Nigga guess again Cause after I'm finished wreckin this shit I'm a drink a whole bottle of Henney and go fuck a lesbian
Canibus "100 Bars" (2000 B.C Before Canibus) - 2000
Week 42
"Windows tinted on my ride
when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be
disguised in it And if anybody identifies the guy in it I'll hide for five
minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in
my business Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't
blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts tuck my dick
inbetween my legs and cluck You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough to say
the stuff I say, so this tape is shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it
up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I
make it as I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask"
Eminem "Criminal" (The Marshall Mathers LP) - 2000
Week 43
"Now I was raised as a young
black male In order to get paid, was to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they
send me to these over-packed jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black
Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a
twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of
chin checkin Turn to Smiff and Wessum war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier,
I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold yaTalk to my
guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I
know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world
through my rearview "
2pac "Starin' Through My Rearview" (Gang Related Soundtrack) - 1997
Week 44
"Yeah, this is dedicated to
the ones who never made it I hate it that fact you faded away you were the
greatest so I say this prayer to pay my respects I'll never forget you 'cause
you special I kept you in my heart, may God bless you, rest in peace to my
peoples who passed away best believe I'ma keep you alive always 'till the day we
meet again face to face with a grin and hell or heaven you're my twin to the end
and I'ma miss you"
Cuban Link "Flowers For The Dead (Big Pun Tribute)" (24 Karat) - 2000
Week 45
"Be ready and at ya best The
celebrity match of death Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest Crack
your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath Then I asked the ref,
"how many cats is left?" One on one, who challenging? Come get did All
I have is a pen and punish you kids Abdomen punctured and look what I did to his
wig Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib Every word I say detach
a vertebrae from your spine Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime Get
your snot-box smashed with a 9 Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the
back of your mind Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain Your insane,
soon to be ID'ed as remains Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and
again, again and again"....and from the same song..."Seven
birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred Turn cats that suped from
superb to nerds Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb And stick my
dick in your ear and fuck what you heard"
Rakim "I'll Bust'em" (2000 BC Before Canibus) - 2000
Week 46
Street rappers hear a style that
they like a lot
When they make that first record, their rhymes are hot
Not hot like you hear it on the radio all the time
But hot like stolen rhymes
Whatever's whispered in darkness, has to come to light
So imagine what would happen if I gave you the mic
One night, and you recite somethin you didn't write
If it belonged to Freddie Foxxx, you might have to fight
I throw jabs and rights, left hooks and hay-makers
Only luck can duck the bone-breaker
You're caught in a vice grip, tight and squeezin
Whinin and cryin, beggin and pleadin
I'm lyrical and mystical, I want you to know
Cause when you gear up to come to a show
Don't wonder why thunder hit my stage
It's Freddie Foxxx on a rappin rage
I make rappers real nervous, give em the jitters
Give em 'e' for effin and I beat up the quitter
Hold my hand around his neck and I grab him by the hair
Then Karate-kick him like Mataka Bear
Rappers boast and brag about their lyrical skills
But they all shut the fuck up when I break ill
Cause I take all races and house both sexes
They got a reason to sweat the three X's
I'm ready"
Freddie Foxxx "I'm Ready" (Freddie Foxxx is here) - ????
Week 47
"The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas and they foul
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again
They fuckin' with my mind again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
(It got a body on it from a party don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after "Colors" was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso"
Jayo Felony "Got Beef" (Snoop Dogg Presents...Tha Eastsidaz) - 1999
Week 48
"I'm the Head Nigga In
Charge, I'm watchin you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon"
Xzibit "Bitch Please II" (from Eminem's: The Marshall Mathers LP) - 2000
Week 49
"I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two
of my niggas died Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive A strange
death, since niggas wasn't loud I'm throwin monitors offstage cause Rakim said
(move the crowd) I'm one year older, ten times more determined, potna A hairy
situation like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca Connect the dots, murder by design Shit
on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind) Pull out the guage and we can
face off like Nicolas Cage Battle for the second coming of Christ and see whose
soul gets saved One might be your girl so don't trust her. I'll tell it like
Usher *singing* Girl I'll make you wanna leave the clown you with, Start a new
relationship, make the bitch take the dick She ate the dick too, though, that's
Mr. mafioso dulo We bustin caps at your culo...."
Rass Kass "H2O Proof" (Rassassination - 1999
Week 50
"All the niggas better not move, it's a jack
move bitch
Give me the watch that's on your wrist so I'm a empty out my clip
Put the keys down nigga, on your knees now bitch
Put the gun on your mouth, on the lady where ya standing now
Niggas run like Jesse Owens
All I could hear was the silence when the guage started blowin
Ain't nobody knowin I'm a killa on the run livin' paranoid
Sometimes I can't trust my own homeboys
Scary in the night time, blurry in the daylight
We in the world well niggas don't play right
A nigga don't play fight, we seek and destroy
Tell the troop to keep it real for the girls and boys
On a mission for the lost souls
We'll meet you at the crossroads
My third eye nigga
Blurred eye open plenty dough
So I'm a target, hottest thug on the market
Gimme a blunt and I'm a spark it
Our misery is darkness bitch "
Layzie Bone "Did He Really Wanna" (Mo Thugs 3: The Mothership) - 2000
Week 51
"yo, assassination, vaccination, poor
education
infatuation with Satan with global nataion taxation
Fiberoptic microscopic biological germ
Mad Cow burger on the market, Captain of your starship
I never departed once I started
to explore these regions that was uncharted
Leave your heart broken, yo I stand tall
like buildings on Van Dyke's, all mics
Beats strike like a noisy four train late night
Chase got New York for the Life, we out of state
Can't smoke a bone in the staircase with out gettin chased
Penny candy poisonous rappers, best to chill or get your head gashed
Lemonhead, sour patch kids, best to grab
a Life Savor, I'll Jawbreak ya, Boston Bake ya
Then plant my sunflower seed on every square acre
The beauty of my nature shown through Shaquaisha I Mecca
When I made myself Equality, known to my reflector
Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried
You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly"
RZA "Tragedy" (Rhyme and Reason Soundtrack) - 1998
Week 52
"Gang-bangin murder with the
killin, stackin Phillys to the ceiling
bloody body chillin, can't fight the feeling, now I'm a Chi-Town building
and I'm rolling with New Orleans,
what the fuck enemies gonna bring to the table?
I'm gonna train to slain you
Rollin with my gangstas Kane and Abel
In pain can you sustain them cables hooked on your back
who got you charged? Wanna get the mac off guard?
Nigga I don't know you so you better come hard
get your nieces, nephews, and cousins
takin bunches all of the sudden, who them niggas thats southern?
all the bullshit haters talking, I aint stuntin
we're gonna be ballin never fallin rollin hundreds in a 600 benz
steady stackin ends hit the block on 10, rollin with the twins
merciless thugs, bustin off slugs,
so your family didnt know where you was
breakin the motherfuckers off for the set dub 2000
It happened to lack for the love what?
No fear strike first
Gonna roll, strike first, don't fit,
to the death, gotta ride til we die
we the one, then if you gotta try,
hollow points gotta fly, so holla bye, shorty don't cry
hold yo chest up, you about to get touched
That's what you get for bein a hoe
and fuckin with niggas like us"
Twista "Str8 Thuggin'" (from Kane & Abel's: Rise To Power) - 1999
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