The Alchemist
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MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Mac 10 Wounds"
(feat. Conway)
[Clerk from "Terminator":]
That's Italian. You want pump or auto?
[Andy from "Taxi Driver":]
It's nickel-plated, snub-nosed, otherwise the same as the service revolver
[Clerk:]
They're brand-new. We just got them in
[Andy:]
That'll stop anything that moves
[Clerk:]
Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss
[Andy:]
That .38—it's a fine gun
[Conway:]
Look, I got shot in the helmet, and I ain't feel a thing
Sold crack to my mama and I ain't feel ashamed
You niggas talkin' like killers, but won't kill a thing
Might go to the nigga show just to steal his chain
I'll be the first one blamin' a shot
It's like in Juice when Raheem gave the hammer to 'Pac
Watch how I stand in the spot, put the grams in the pot
Flip it twice, might take my bitch to Atlanta to shop
Clips with 30 shots jammed in the Glocks
Bricks from the cartel, naked ladies stamped in the blocks (woo!)
Ain't nothing 'bout me weak, nigga
Wig shot, I left that spitter in the weak nigga
I'm just here to get the safe from you
If I don't get it then I'ma just take the bone out your face from you
Them fuck niggas in the hood, they'll fake love you
Next thing you know, they in your bushes tryna wait for you
You got pussy in your heart, homie, I can't trust you
You lose a part on your body when the K cut you
I say "fuck you!" nigga
I might drop you from the top of your projects, they'll have to scrape up you
Big dutch and a dick suck what I wake up to
Fifth tuck when the shit buck, it'll break up you, uh
Griselda nigga, that's the set
Clap the TECCs, savages crash and rest
Snatch the baby out the bassinet
Look, I don't fuck with a nigga if we ain't been cool
I ain't got shit for a nigga but Mac 10 wounds
I spit the illest shit, I vision it before I even pen them sentences
I close my eyes and the pen move (yeah)
I see you niggas and your thin jewels
Don't make me show up to your show with like 10 goons
Light up the sour and the [?]
A little savage hit a nigga in his melon twice
Shout out to 'chine on his pedal bike
His trap hanging 'round his neck, using the strings from his yellow Nikes
Niggas went from selling weight to mailing kites
I'm putting on so when they home, I can set 'em right (free the homie)
Who you playing with, homie? We ain't the same, you a lame
Get the fuck up outta my lane, you know the name
You say you got guns, it ain't a thang
I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, mothafucka
...fucking E. Coli
Yo, you wanna get fucked up, yo
Drive down to Arizona, get what I mean?
First off, work out outside, come back inside
Get you a little fever
Then take you down to Arizona
And then my man Rico pull up to you with at least four to seven E. Coli's
Take those
And then...
Go to the fucking...
(feat. Conway)
[Clerk from "Terminator":]
That's Italian. You want pump or auto?
[Andy from "Taxi Driver":]
It's nickel-plated, snub-nosed, otherwise the same as the service revolver
[Clerk:]
They're brand-new. We just got them in
[Andy:]
That'll stop anything that moves
[Clerk:]
Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss
[Andy:]
That .38—it's a fine gun
[Conway:]
Look, I got shot in the helmet, and I ain't feel a thing
Sold crack to my mama and I ain't feel ashamed
You niggas talkin' like killers, but won't kill a thing
Might go to the nigga show just to steal his chain
I'll be the first one blamin' a shot
It's like in Juice when Raheem gave the hammer to 'Pac
Watch how I stand in the spot, put the grams in the pot
Flip it twice, might take my bitch to Atlanta to shop
Clips with 30 shots jammed in the Glocks
Bricks from the cartel, naked ladies stamped in the blocks (woo!)
Ain't nothing 'bout me weak, nigga
Wig shot, I left that spitter in the weak nigga
I'm just here to get the safe from you
If I don't get it then I'ma just take the bone out your face from you
Them fuck niggas in the hood, they'll fake love you
Next thing you know, they in your bushes tryna wait for you
You got pussy in your heart, homie, I can't trust you
You lose a part on your body when the K cut you
I say "fuck you!" nigga
I might drop you from the top of your projects, they'll have to scrape up you
Big dutch and a dick suck what I wake up to
Fifth tuck when the shit buck, it'll break up you, uh
Griselda nigga, that's the set
Clap the TECCs, savages crash and rest
Snatch the baby out the bassinet
Look, I don't fuck with a nigga if we ain't been cool
I ain't got shit for a nigga but Mac 10 wounds
I spit the illest shit, I vision it before I even pen them sentences
I close my eyes and the pen move (yeah)
I see you niggas and your thin jewels
Don't make me show up to your show with like 10 goons
Light up the sour and the [?]
A little savage hit a nigga in his melon twice
Shout out to 'chine on his pedal bike
His trap hanging 'round his neck, using the strings from his yellow Nikes
Niggas went from selling weight to mailing kites
I'm putting on so when they home, I can set 'em right (free the homie)
Who you playing with, homie? We ain't the same, you a lame
Get the fuck up outta my lane, you know the name
You say you got guns, it ain't a thang
I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, mothafucka
...fucking E. Coli
Yo, you wanna get fucked up, yo
Drive down to Arizona, get what I mean?
First off, work out outside, come back inside
Get you a little fever
Then take you down to Arizona
And then my man Rico pull up to you with at least four to seven E. Coli's
Take those
And then...
Go to the fucking...
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Make My Own"
(performed with Defari feat. Evidence)
[Defari:]
(I make my own) Destiny, the best of me invest in me
The rest of me is testin' me to fight the Devil's weaponry
Defari all powerful, elevated mastermind
The streets will devour you, cowards even pack nines
Rap stuff I'm advanced, tight like a headband
The mic I hold equal with my right and my left hand
Necessary jewelry, minimal foolery
Defari Herut keeps gettin' better than he used to be
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
Dilate affiliate, yep the homie Alchemist
Soul Assasin, Likwit Krew, down with a mound of chips
West Coast official, gauges and pistols
Diamonds and rubies and sapphire crystals
Drink for the cowboys, pour out some liquor
R.I.P. to my dead brothers and sisters
Rochester Big & Tall, polos in every color
Short sleeve, long sleeve, terry cloth, cream buddas
L.A. to N.Y., François to Italy
The world is a oyster, the pearl is my spittery
Often I'm imitated, federal I'm federated
Often a pretty broad's V is what I've penetrated
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
[Evidence:]
Hangin' vultures waitin' for the main course
They been hangin' since Large Pro was Main Source
Must be the good energy I keep in storage
Keep it in my head, spill it out in the chorus
We on the tour bus smokin' rainforest
While you four deep, packed up in a Ford Taurus
When I speak tongue in cheek, it's like the code is morse
Kickin' down the door, how could we not use excessive force?
[Defari:]
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
[Evidence:]
Beat biters, dope style takers
Ain't fuckin' with them, now that's a deal breaker
Seal deals like bank vaults airtight
Sometime my day's so long I be Gladys Knight
I came up with vets, sat me down, prepared me
The industry talk out they ass like Jim Carrey
Watch when friends turn, be ready for change
Don't owe nobody cause you knew 'em in 1st grade
It's a new day, people deceitful
Got a lot of tendencies that's evil, doses that's lethal
Often anticipated, eagerly awaited
Midnight Tuesday morn', crowd's goin' crazy
[Defari:]
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
I got you locked in like four doors
Four to five days a week
You can find me (where?) down at the beach
Twenty sets of pull-ups and dips
The prerequisite to this nig' is stay ripped
Blazin' environment, fit for a fireman
I'm the sun shinin' in, thousands admire him
Doors I've kicked open, fences I've hopped
The cream of the crop, my team is the hop
Space shuttle mysteries, glitches in the matrix
Your raps aren't advanced, you barely cover basics
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
(performed with Defari feat. Evidence)
[Defari:]
(I make my own) Destiny, the best of me invest in me
The rest of me is testin' me to fight the Devil's weaponry
Defari all powerful, elevated mastermind
The streets will devour you, cowards even pack nines
Rap stuff I'm advanced, tight like a headband
The mic I hold equal with my right and my left hand
Necessary jewelry, minimal foolery
Defari Herut keeps gettin' better than he used to be
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
Dilate affiliate, yep the homie Alchemist
Soul Assasin, Likwit Krew, down with a mound of chips
West Coast official, gauges and pistols
Diamonds and rubies and sapphire crystals
Drink for the cowboys, pour out some liquor
R.I.P. to my dead brothers and sisters
Rochester Big & Tall, polos in every color
Short sleeve, long sleeve, terry cloth, cream buddas
L.A. to N.Y., François to Italy
The world is a oyster, the pearl is my spittery
Often I'm imitated, federal I'm federated
Often a pretty broad's V is what I've penetrated
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
[Evidence:]
Hangin' vultures waitin' for the main course
They been hangin' since Large Pro was Main Source
Must be the good energy I keep in storage
Keep it in my head, spill it out in the chorus
We on the tour bus smokin' rainforest
While you four deep, packed up in a Ford Taurus
When I speak tongue in cheek, it's like the code is morse
Kickin' down the door, how could we not use excessive force?
[Defari:]
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
[Evidence:]
Beat biters, dope style takers
Ain't fuckin' with them, now that's a deal breaker
Seal deals like bank vaults airtight
Sometime my day's so long I be Gladys Knight
I came up with vets, sat me down, prepared me
The industry talk out they ass like Jim Carrey
Watch when friends turn, be ready for change
Don't owe nobody cause you knew 'em in 1st grade
It's a new day, people deceitful
Got a lot of tendencies that's evil, doses that's lethal
Often anticipated, eagerly awaited
Midnight Tuesday morn', crowd's goin' crazy
[Defari:]
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
I got you locked in like four doors
Four to five days a week
You can find me (where?) down at the beach
Twenty sets of pull-ups and dips
The prerequisite to this nig' is stay ripped
Blazin' environment, fit for a fireman
I'm the sun shinin' in, thousands admire him
Doors I've kicked open, fences I've hopped
The cream of the crop, my team is the hop
Space shuttle mysteries, glitches in the matrix
Your raps aren't advanced, you barely cover basics
I can't cry to none
I make my
I am the shining sun
I make my own
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Making Your Money"
(performed with Mitchy Slick feat. Xzibit)
[Mitchy Slick:]
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
[Xzibit:]
This ain't fiction, I'm not flossin', I walk in a bank often
A soldier that won't soften, I'm bustin', I'm not tossin'
I'm caught, then I'm not talkin'
We bangin', you just barkin'
What the fuck are we sparkin'? It's kush, nigga, stop coughin'
Got money like Bin Laden, won't see me in no coffin
Pump fakin' and shit talkin', the chickens, they been hawkin'
To my niggas that's still walkin', let it do what it do, partner
Get your weight up and stay up, keep making your money
This is business, it's not pleasure
You niggas will not, never
Ever be on my level, never; it's deep and you can't measure
I'm smelling like movie money, you smelling like English Leather
The West can be taken over if niggas could get together
I say what I say clever, so now we can do whatever
Bring out the heavy metal to settle the vendetta
I came with a gameplan and left in a gray Phantom
Don't worry 'bout me, keep making your money
[Mitchy Slick:]
In the land where the bandanna's the code
And niggas that never roll get Chuck T's in their asshole
An opportunity to stand where the cracker go
Is not given to these hustlers, it's smashed for
Only provens get to serve on the local block
Swerve, drop turns in something candy without no top
I hear the hate in the streets from 'cross town
Say they want my head, they musta heard I got a GT, uh
I wonder if they heard I got me some heat
Some shit so big it look like it should ride on back of a Jeep
Making your money, nigga, or watch me do me
Flaming red 750 with the offset feet
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
Add it, multiply it, however, nigga, we just
Find who supplies it and buy it
Saran wrap it, get the Y.B.'s to drive it
Before law did that punk shit, we used to just tie it and fly it
Via a bia's back, soon as I hear
Touchdown from the homies, we back low-ridin'
Life of a Cali blow salesman, homies need guns and lawyers
So I stay mailing feathered friends
Down south to my relatives and them
So who am I to judge baby girl for selling trim?
Long as a baybay got new J's in the trim
I'ma tell her keep hustling, keep making your money
But watch for the fettucines, 'cause nowadays
They paying these broke niggas to blab about all the Lamborghinis
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
(performed with Mitchy Slick feat. Xzibit)
[Mitchy Slick:]
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
[Xzibit:]
This ain't fiction, I'm not flossin', I walk in a bank often
A soldier that won't soften, I'm bustin', I'm not tossin'
I'm caught, then I'm not talkin'
We bangin', you just barkin'
What the fuck are we sparkin'? It's kush, nigga, stop coughin'
Got money like Bin Laden, won't see me in no coffin
Pump fakin' and shit talkin', the chickens, they been hawkin'
To my niggas that's still walkin', let it do what it do, partner
Get your weight up and stay up, keep making your money
This is business, it's not pleasure
You niggas will not, never
Ever be on my level, never; it's deep and you can't measure
I'm smelling like movie money, you smelling like English Leather
The West can be taken over if niggas could get together
I say what I say clever, so now we can do whatever
Bring out the heavy metal to settle the vendetta
I came with a gameplan and left in a gray Phantom
Don't worry 'bout me, keep making your money
[Mitchy Slick:]
In the land where the bandanna's the code
And niggas that never roll get Chuck T's in their asshole
An opportunity to stand where the cracker go
Is not given to these hustlers, it's smashed for
Only provens get to serve on the local block
Swerve, drop turns in something candy without no top
I hear the hate in the streets from 'cross town
Say they want my head, they musta heard I got a GT, uh
I wonder if they heard I got me some heat
Some shit so big it look like it should ride on back of a Jeep
Making your money, nigga, or watch me do me
Flaming red 750 with the offset feet
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
Add it, multiply it, however, nigga, we just
Find who supplies it and buy it
Saran wrap it, get the Y.B.'s to drive it
Before law did that punk shit, we used to just tie it and fly it
Via a bia's back, soon as I hear
Touchdown from the homies, we back low-ridin'
Life of a Cali blow salesman, homies need guns and lawyers
So I stay mailing feathered friends
Down south to my relatives and them
So who am I to judge baby girl for selling trim?
Long as a baybay got new J's in the trim
I'ma tell her keep hustling, keep making your money
But watch for the fettucines, 'cause nowadays
They paying these broke niggas to blab about all the Lamborghinis
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Marathon"
Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this
Thank you DJs
Dilated!
Clap your hands! [x6]
[Evidence]
Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, and no question, stay "Dilated"
Understand, I exercise patience (right, right)
Respect my path, 'cause the road, these cats paved it (set it off)
Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit
The point I'm getting at, we're building an army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot (Out for the top!)
To settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us, as there's more to gain
And with, war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price (check it out y'all)
[Chorus:]
[Group of singers]
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on ([Evidence:] Marathon)
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on ([Evidence:] Marathon)
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it
[Rakaa]
I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit, crowns will leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics are just a minor setback
As long as we're willing and the heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artists will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from it's like "Fuck that, I'll still win it"
The long run separates the weak and strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
[Rakaa and Group of singers]
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself, yo
[Rakaa]
Clap your hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this!
[Chorus]
[Rakaa]
I'm like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds ??
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will
Sometimes, it's just spectators and gladiators
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy Princess and Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations
[Evidence]
Yo, pace myself, 'cause sagas continue
Standing ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuing
The shoe fits? (Wear it), it's based on you and
Your off beat DJ
Anything he play
Sounds like Babu pulled the plug with no delay
This homestretch
I've saved my last breath [breathing noise]
I push full throttle, no rest till nothing's left
It's the marathon
[Chorus]
Clap your hands [x5]
Check it
Expansion Team forever
and the, Alchemist
Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this
Thank you DJs
Dilated!
Clap your hands! [x6]
[Evidence]
Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, and no question, stay "Dilated"
Understand, I exercise patience (right, right)
Respect my path, 'cause the road, these cats paved it (set it off)
Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit
The point I'm getting at, we're building an army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot (Out for the top!)
To settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us, as there's more to gain
And with, war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price (check it out y'all)
[Chorus:]
[Group of singers]
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on ([Evidence:] Marathon)
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on ([Evidence:] Marathon)
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it
[Rakaa]
I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit, crowns will leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics are just a minor setback
As long as we're willing and the heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artists will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from it's like "Fuck that, I'll still win it"
The long run separates the weak and strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
[Rakaa and Group of singers]
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself, yo
[Rakaa]
Clap your hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this!
[Chorus]
[Rakaa]
I'm like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds ??
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will
Sometimes, it's just spectators and gladiators
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy Princess and Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations
[Evidence]
Yo, pace myself, 'cause sagas continue
Standing ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuing
The shoe fits? (Wear it), it's based on you and
Your off beat DJ
Anything he play
Sounds like Babu pulled the plug with no delay
This homestretch
I've saved my last breath [breathing noise]
I push full throttle, no rest till nothing's left
It's the marathon
[Chorus]
Clap your hands [x5]
Check it
Expansion Team forever
and the, Alchemist
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Massacre"
(feat. Benny The Butcher & Styles P)
[Styles P:]
The polo and diamond
The cause of the cloud lining
A life full of crime is the cause of foul rhyming
Scale talk, jail talk
Smoking what the bail costs
Overnight hustler package in the mail, dawg
Cigar rooms, hand shakes
Whispers and your man wake
Connect on the internet re-up on the fan page
Block party, yacht party
Wonder if your mans safe
Talks to the feds so you wonder if the plan's straight
Lunch with the lawyer
Dealing with the under boss
None of y'all are speaking on the money that you come across
Wifey wants you to quit
Team wants you to go hard
Looking at the beam and the block you can bogard
You looking at the sky like oh god
Mad high, hit your man like "Yo god"
But he ain't give you no nod
And you wonder why the fast life's so hard
[Benny the Butcher:]
It ain't a war till you wear a vest
Masked up, airing techs
That barrel whistle like a clarinet
They say "Griselda" and they hear respect
I worked my kitchen in my spot
And up top I had to wear a net
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat
Stressed on that prison tear I set
Can't walk a mile in this pair of seps
Fendi belt with the red F's
Bulldog tucked down in it and it's barking like DMX
Rappers wanna make friends with us
I'm only close to this plate
And this blender and I shake grams in it
It only take ten minutes
And I come back with a bag
Full of Fetti, so heavy
You think there's paint cans in it
These rappers never had a half-ounce
So why they rap about racks?
And act out these war stories on Vlad's couch
Stove and the cooker
The dope for the pushers
It feels like Halloween
It's the Ghost and the Butcher
(feat. Benny The Butcher & Styles P)
[Styles P:]
The polo and diamond
The cause of the cloud lining
A life full of crime is the cause of foul rhyming
Scale talk, jail talk
Smoking what the bail costs
Overnight hustler package in the mail, dawg
Cigar rooms, hand shakes
Whispers and your man wake
Connect on the internet re-up on the fan page
Block party, yacht party
Wonder if your mans safe
Talks to the feds so you wonder if the plan's straight
Lunch with the lawyer
Dealing with the under boss
None of y'all are speaking on the money that you come across
Wifey wants you to quit
Team wants you to go hard
Looking at the beam and the block you can bogard
You looking at the sky like oh god
Mad high, hit your man like "Yo god"
But he ain't give you no nod
And you wonder why the fast life's so hard
[Benny the Butcher:]
It ain't a war till you wear a vest
Masked up, airing techs
That barrel whistle like a clarinet
They say "Griselda" and they hear respect
I worked my kitchen in my spot
And up top I had to wear a net
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat
Stressed on that prison tear I set
Can't walk a mile in this pair of seps
Fendi belt with the red F's
Bulldog tucked down in it and it's barking like DMX
Rappers wanna make friends with us
I'm only close to this plate
And this blender and I shake grams in it
It only take ten minutes
And I come back with a bag
Full of Fetti, so heavy
You think there's paint cans in it
These rappers never had a half-ounce
So why they rap about racks?
And act out these war stories on Vlad's couch
Stove and the cooker
The dope for the pushers
It feels like Halloween
It's the Ghost and the Butcher
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Me And My Bitch"
[Verse 1:]
I was like twelve when I took that inhale
I didn't know how to feel I was just digging your smell
I don't know what you did but fuck it, you did it well
Cause like ten years fell and I'm still under your spell
I even share you with my friends
Yeah its weird but you're an oppurtunist
Baby girl, me an you, we're a fucking unit
You're my boo so when I pass you excuse the rudeness
I know you're coming back, thats how we usually do it
I know you've been around forever but fuck it, I still love you
I'mma stand up for you when I'm square
Niggas judging you, you be here. Why I need you?
Cause you understand the hustle
All I ever want to see, I let nothing stand above you
How can I repay you for feeling so priceless?
Damn, you got me feeling like this
I'm going to spend it all on you, fuck the prices
And never ever leave you for that white bitch
[Hook x4:]
Its just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch
[Verse 2:]
Baby we have a bond that is not to be broken
And even though our relationship status is so open
Girl without you I'm alone, when I got you I can focus
That's why each and every day, every hour I'm smoking
Lifting from my misery and drifting in my memories
They told me I should leave you but I knew that we were meant to be
I see you in my tendencies, THC the chemistry
I've been around the world and there is where you've been for me
If I could marry, it would be my honor
Forever me and you, Doms and marijuana
My loyalty for you has never been a problem
Cause you were even down when I hid you from my mama
You mean everything to me, if you leave I'll be the saddest
Even if the feds say that you illegal, I'mma have it
I'm gonna let your love burn, cause I need it, I'm an addict
I might just even get you tatted
[Hook x4:]
[Verse 1:]
I was like twelve when I took that inhale
I didn't know how to feel I was just digging your smell
I don't know what you did but fuck it, you did it well
Cause like ten years fell and I'm still under your spell
I even share you with my friends
Yeah its weird but you're an oppurtunist
Baby girl, me an you, we're a fucking unit
You're my boo so when I pass you excuse the rudeness
I know you're coming back, thats how we usually do it
I know you've been around forever but fuck it, I still love you
I'mma stand up for you when I'm square
Niggas judging you, you be here. Why I need you?
Cause you understand the hustle
All I ever want to see, I let nothing stand above you
How can I repay you for feeling so priceless?
Damn, you got me feeling like this
I'm going to spend it all on you, fuck the prices
And never ever leave you for that white bitch
[Hook x4:]
Its just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch
[Verse 2:]
Baby we have a bond that is not to be broken
And even though our relationship status is so open
Girl without you I'm alone, when I got you I can focus
That's why each and every day, every hour I'm smoking
Lifting from my misery and drifting in my memories
They told me I should leave you but I knew that we were meant to be
I see you in my tendencies, THC the chemistry
I've been around the world and there is where you've been for me
If I could marry, it would be my honor
Forever me and you, Doms and marijuana
My loyalty for you has never been a problem
Cause you were even down when I hid you from my mama
You mean everything to me, if you leave I'll be the saddest
Even if the feds say that you illegal, I'mma have it
I'm gonna let your love burn, cause I need it, I'm an addict
I might just even get you tatted
[Hook x4:]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Mightier Pen"
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
By the stroke of my hand, words out my pen
You really want this war? Cool let's begin
I'm more raw than beef with blood still dripping
More cool than A/C, my religion
Is Mobb Deep rap music
You speak blasphemy, you badmouthing P
It be nothing but pain in your future, and fear of death
Every step you take cautious, you never know when
A strike from my hand gon land on your head, get the
Get the message, You heard what I said
Ventriloquist when I send a few soldiers
Niggas trying to force me to be pussy
Niggas trying to force me to be scared
I'm too cold blooded, and so not having that
His excuse was he was unaware
Now he crying in my motherfucking ears
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
I got the mightier pen, your sword is rusty
Old ass niggas can't keep up with me
A lot of these new niggas raps is musky
Stink like hot garbage, and y'all supposed to be
Hip-hop's new generation, I'm still waiting for some bars, have me saying
Oh my effing G, Prodigy rap rings round any MC
The gangstas be loving him, killers in the hood
Nah, they don't want none of him, cause they know he one of them
But you want to bring the bullshit this way
Your lifetime on earth will be a short stay
Why people want to start with me and get mad when I flip on them
Till the cops want to spit on them, yeah I shit on them
You supposed to be gangsta, nigga you a femme
Fatale, let me put this pistol down
Before I spit on this ugly ass women and child
I'm not that nigga who you want me to be, I'm a bad boy nigga (you'll see, you'll see, you'll see)
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
By the stroke of my hand, words out my pen
You really want this war? Cool let's begin
I'm more raw than beef with blood still dripping
More cool than A/C, my religion
Is Mobb Deep rap music
You speak blasphemy, you badmouthing P
It be nothing but pain in your future, and fear of death
Every step you take cautious, you never know when
A strike from my hand gon land on your head, get the
Get the message, You heard what I said
Ventriloquist when I send a few soldiers
Niggas trying to force me to be pussy
Niggas trying to force me to be scared
I'm too cold blooded, and so not having that
His excuse was he was unaware
Now he crying in my motherfucking ears
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
I got the mightier pen, your sword is rusty
Old ass niggas can't keep up with me
A lot of these new niggas raps is musky
Stink like hot garbage, and y'all supposed to be
Hip-hop's new generation, I'm still waiting for some bars, have me saying
Oh my effing G, Prodigy rap rings round any MC
The gangstas be loving him, killers in the hood
Nah, they don't want none of him, cause they know he one of them
But you want to bring the bullshit this way
Your lifetime on earth will be a short stay
Why people want to start with me and get mad when I flip on them
Till the cops want to spit on them, yeah I shit on them
You supposed to be gangsta, nigga you a femme
Fatale, let me put this pistol down
Before I spit on this ugly ass women and child
I'm not that nigga who you want me to be, I'm a bad boy nigga (you'll see, you'll see, you'll see)
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
These people start with me then they get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies, my competition
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Murder Goes Down"
Yo, big boy bars, little boy stopped
Infamous is my bread, go against this
When you get caught slippin' you gon' cry like a bitch
And I'mma wipe my knife, on your cheap outfit
You gon' need that bandana for your dome
I punish anybody tryin' to run up on me yo
You niggas is old, mentally you washed up
Too much time in jail, too much time it took
To get it together and put some work out Gs
Lazy motherfuckers, you don't deserve to eat
The future of my labour, I work like a slave hand
It come to survival, I'm savage like a cave man
I ain't gotta cheat you to beat you, I got this
I been had, ask about me, you late, you been askin'
Who the kid been spittin' like banana clips
And got the whole Hip-Hop head attention
My money gettin' up, my swag gettin' up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Murder it goes down
My money gettin' up, my swag gettin' up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Infamous it goes down, yeah
Big big bank over here you just small fries
Reality rap while you tellin' more lies
The fuck is goin' on in these days in time
These niggas is trippin', I'm sick with crazy rhymes
I'm ultra nice, I'm 16-ed up
I get loot bruh, my money is Supra
Magazine, word to Damien [?]
Champagne with my tux on, James Bond
Stay calm while I remain ruthless
Stupid nigga got his body all shottied up
He didn't think them bullets could just mindfuck
Like some jack-rabbits I got jack-hammers
These niggas tellin', had me in the slammers
Yo, big boy bars, little boy stopped
Infamous is my bread, go against this
When you get caught slippin' you gon' cry like a bitch
And I'mma wipe my knife, on your cheap outfit
You gon' need that bandana for your dome
I punish anybody tryin' to run up on me yo
You niggas is old, mentally you washed up
Too much time in jail, too much time it took
To get it together and put some work out Gs
Lazy motherfuckers, you don't deserve to eat
The future of my labour, I work like a slave hand
It come to survival, I'm savage like a cave man
I ain't gotta cheat you to beat you, I got this
I been had, ask about me, you late, you been askin'
Who the kid been spittin' like banana clips
And got the whole Hip-Hop head attention
My money gettin' up, my swag gettin' up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Murder it goes down
My money gettin' up, my swag gettin' up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Infamous it goes down, yeah
Big big bank over here you just small fries
Reality rap while you tellin' more lies
The fuck is goin' on in these days in time
These niggas is trippin', I'm sick with crazy rhymes
I'm ultra nice, I'm 16-ed up
I get loot bruh, my money is Supra
Magazine, word to Damien [?]
Champagne with my tux on, James Bond
Stay calm while I remain ruthless
Stupid nigga got his body all shottied up
He didn't think them bullets could just mindfuck
Like some jack-rabbits I got jack-hammers
These niggas tellin', had me in the slammers