It's Not A Game .......... American CREAM Team

Year 2000 (Remix) .......... Xzibit

Don't Be A Follower .......... Prodigy

Dramacide .......... The X-ecutioners

Life's A Bitch .......... Everlast

Wake Up .......... Raekwon

Dem Crazy .......... Dead Prez

Stand For Something .......... Chip Banks

Middle Finger Attitude .......... American CREAM Team

You'll Never Be Better Than Me (I'm That S***) .......... Queen Pen

You (Feel Good Remix) .......... Samuel Christian

You're A Big Girl Now .......... LV

Free .......... Michael Fredo

Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics

Chorus: (Superb)
If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything
I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams
shit ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses
watch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses
(repeat)

Verse 1: (Raekwon)
Observe real though
half cieling of blow
rhymin' Deniro dough
dundalero yo
let the steel blow
hear me yo, wild trump style
Dons connect three hundred ones wow
floatin' like a maccarel, thats foul
most craziest, laziest
all eye seein', blaze this majorness
mechanic record on a beige disc
pain, whatever level bankrolls
frequent plain clothes
Lex spit six, arrange those
snot nose pros
dark skin hoes
crazy ill fly jersey Expos
neck froze
fuck your set, slash vetos
still Lex knows
gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico
bricks Fifteen Five
Celine Dion ties
Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes
yo, the theme cries
rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise
sling pies
doin' our thing high.

Verse 2: (Baby Thad)
The chain of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect
it calls for your death
Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills
tearin' off the doors to your Lex
steel Magnolia
fear is takin' over ya
if you ain't bowlin' we rollin' straight over ya
if you ain't real about it don't talk
hollow clips evict you, set supper for the Hawks
send a missile at your ear like (whizz whizz) "what was it?"
buzz the buzzers
blow past with clutch buckets
they'd rather not see you in Malibu eatin' veal
strength recognize strength, real recognize real.
Chorus 2x

Verse 3: (Chip Banks)
It ain't a game dick
you know us, European whips
chain frost bit
Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid
Heavens the stakes are now even
sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely
breathin'
slow leakin'
look at your people weepin'
I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty Two block you
switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you
you got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine
you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale
sit back laughin' while ya'll plans foyale
ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial
It ain't a game kid.

Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)
World premier, metal gear
fanfare, stand clear
all jokes aside, this is our year
still here for real ya'll, bare witness
this is business
NewYork City's sickness
simple street principle
cream team invincible
money interchangable
bulletproof Benzes
Ralph Lauren lenses
soldiers in the trenches
expansion
four car garage, mini-mansion
consolidated regiment
connects like the President
excellent
rock waves with Three Sixty measurements
chrome rims, new timbs
exotic chains with red gems
real estate
corporation mindstate
prosperity
dealin' with the highest of integrity
steadily, wall street bound
walkin' on Holy ground
give is the greatest of all, I spread my love around
young black multi, this ain't a game son, we run businesses.

Chorus 2x

Verse 5 (Rza)
I burst like a sea crackin' through the earth,
flower blossomin'
for your rhyme sickness spittin' anti-toxin
best merk
get your neck jerked
dynamic mic teck squirt
lyrics splurt blast the expert
to his head 'till his legs hurt
knees become wobbly
King got love-love, born equal equality
bring bodily harm, probably bust a brain artery
kidnap the track
I could rap to the high hats
my widescreen imax lyric spread until the climax
Wu instrumental breaks scratch past the aftertake
live performance concert, make shorty wop masturbate
in the tub legs open water be rushin' from the faucet
thinkin' about the Wu-Tang gang bang she almost lost it
I move from the blood marked turf
where the heart hurts
and merk to the heavily refined hills where the God lurks
everyday I'm countin'
Son, my thoughts can move a mountain
so much joy in his eyes he'll make you cry a fountain
you purse snatch while I earth snatch and take the earth back
have you runnin' like Devils bein' chased by the church

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yeah, what's happenin? Yeah thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight
That's uh that's more for me you punk motherfuckers
Look, check it, look

[Xzibit]
Everybody here was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle
We foot soldiers, face first in the trenches
Only time I'm on my back is fuckin these hoes and weight benches
Yeah, Hell's Kitchen, raw tension
Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less, heh
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary, it's X-Man the mercenary, heh
Carry a .44 Desert Eagle
Feeding the people, even if it ain't legal
Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac
Money stacked probably give your ass a heart attack
Purchased your last CD, I want my money back
You see the battle I'ma see you in the street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons
I'm guaranteed to be the last man standing

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
cause it's the year two thousand

[Xzibit]
Everybody wannabe king, fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine, I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than paper-mache
Started with Dre, graduate to radio play
I still ain't satisfied, bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich?
Ain't this a bitch, barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
That's the only time I really find peace
Havin violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I'm the bad seed
Smokin weed 'til my motherfuckin eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggaz that despise us
So ain't nobody 'sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles, right?
Huh, it's X to the Z Xzibit
What? New millenium

I was one that never begged for nothin
Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin
Runnin your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick
What is he Dogg Pound now? Is he still with Tha Liks?
Is he rich? Is Xzibit a Crip?
This is business stay the fuck out of my family shit, heh
A grown man, the back of my hand is what you receive
The X-Files make you believe
You check the Soundscan and do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh
It's goin down, hit the ground like a plane crash
You lil' fags ain't prepared for the X-Man, scared and desperate
Young and restless, there is no guest list
Move to the back of the line, yo it's my time
Prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
It go hip-hop on our block
always lead to some fights and gun shots
niggas need to stop that bullshit hop
unless its really necessary to get hopped
you got asshole pulling out busting on pounds
just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce
niggas need to save that shit for outside
or take all that noise up the block dunn aiight un
staying at the times you got to drug a man
but godamn, you fucking up my pussy plan
fuck it
ya'll niggas never learn, so why should I concern
after the show I'll grab my click and the tires burn
off to the next pavilion
the infamous men, women, and children
stick together like dry ce-ment pieces
our story go too long for rap lines
too many of my niggas died on the front lines
the Mobb history go too deep for rhyme
could you feel a pain in the trilogy of my regiment
please do
we write these for you
with the hope that my words sink through
like on the page how the ink do
hey yo dunn check it
my every hour that passes
is guaranteed packed
cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back
Im tired of wasted days
my eyes E&J glaze
romp you tools flooded with smoke fumes
make faster moves
my raps can't lose
especially against you
how soon we forget niggas minds be getting absent
not gone for a minute
ya'll niggas trying to shit
it's time for Pee to turn back on the light switch
and pull your faggot ass click out the darkness
yo its QB, queer bastard we queens best
a quiet bullet will do yo ass justice
why you stupid fuck look at you now
I can't believe how these niggas now-a-days gets down
he just a clown from a foul part of town
who barely blent in
he took my words on some personal shit
he just self-conscience
trying to flip on some desperate shit
don't be stupid
the mobb been through it
don't be a follower and get yo ass led to the fire

The X-ecutioners f/ Big Punisher, Kool G. Rap - Dramacide

[Kool G. Rap]
No doubt
The real drama shit

All ya rap niggas pay homage
When he raps, spit atomics
When verse crash the Earth like a comet
Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit
We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette
Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage
A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it
We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it
We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer

[Big Punisher]
Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys
Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects
What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it
You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch
Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin
80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap
A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street

{yo and come on scratched}

"No man can go against me!"

{more scratchin}

"You don't stop me"

[Kool G. Rap]
Probaly socks soes inside the trenches
Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches
Death finces left for kid limus
Made mine behind the barb wire fences
Crossfire tent winters
Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo
Burn a slug make the land glow
Niggas screamin for medics and ammo
Every soldier in your camp go

[Big Punisher]
Me and my man Joe got ya back
AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack
Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act
You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react
Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos
Just in case you comin Commando
I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies
And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me

[Kool G. Rap]
Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars
Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge
Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard
For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard

[Big Punisher]
That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work
Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk
He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka
Put a d-rap too fast

{scratches}

"Act like you want Drama"
"Kool G. Rap"
"Big Pun"
"X-Executioners style"

Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit
2000 zero zero
Party just started

I got the complex subjects
The roughneck stature
The jerk factor results and bone fractures
Manufactured sounds and images
Got me scramblin' like football scrimages
Johnny Unitis
In god I trust
I don't need to get paper everytime I bust
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty
I guess thats what you get for loyalty
Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally

CHORUS:
Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x)
Life's a bitch don't take it personal

Call me a visionary advasary
Known to bust cherry on a young berry
Now tell me how much weight can your back carry
And tell me how far have you come now
Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down
'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round
Their all my sons just call me Sam
Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam
This ain't the sopranos
You know I roll with the rythm cubanos
And billions get served like McDonalds
So get the fuck on before I give you a tray
Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip
I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip
'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me
By 2002 you'll be history

CHORUS

Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic
Mystical science act of defiance
Bitches get slapped on non-compliance
Catgorize me with industry giants
I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn
I can mix your burn while you wait your turn
I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn
I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn
My sole motivation is rock the whole nation
Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient
All you drug addicts with the thug tatics
You might go to jail if the charge really sticks

Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x)
Life's a bitch don't take it personal

Chorus -
(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost
(Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon
(Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n
(Four) without me and you the crew just could never be

Verse 1:
Imaginative mental, blood flyin'
the most hardest niggas cock they iron
foul, live like a Lion
listen to the streets and your gun go off
sorta like a show off
jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off
lifestyle changes niggas see that
they gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat
watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks
you got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust
they gettin' hungrier and niggas bust
they lit a bigger dutch
fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts
detectives roam
niggas come home and got a bigger dome
ready to zone on what a nigga own
caught in the mischief
how can you live when it's a sickness
that sorrounds that projects and the trenches
walkin' through the bushes at night
you gotta be sharp like a butcher knife
subtly show up when the jooks is right
and everything will have a major like
whether it's black or white
nobody knows until they snatch your life
wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
it's only real kid, ha, wake up!

Chorus 2x

Verse 2:
The meat market pardon me, the heat market
chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin'
I gotta eat and got the beast targeted
relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin'
they want us killed, sieze the sargent
blowin' each cartridge
we ill, realer in each market
feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich
unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage
make it real and make his niece watch it
yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it
verse is somethin' mean regardless
a green jar of harvest
just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's
a terrifying team of heartless
move on the Narcs's
we only on it for extreme profits
and anyway we dream darkness
I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics
So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
it's only real kid, ha, wake up.

Chorus 2x

Verse 3:
A message from Elijah's kids
my eyes opened, got wise on the biz
start risin' my wig
seen everything I saw before
had dreams behind a wall
all I wanted was to balance my all
make it through feedin' my kind
readin' the lines
on how the dollar bill is shaped and designed
taught from the Eighties
talk, build, and protect all Babies
strong shelters with strong Ladies
a nigga died, died amongst Daisies
he did it for the Babies
thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy.

Chorus 2x

Dead Prez f/ Stephen Marley, Ghetto Youths Crew - Dem Crazy

The police is the enemy

Hook:
Everywhere the white man go he bring misery
All throughout history, look it up
Everything them bald heads touch they fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt

Revolution

Dead Prez, people Army, Steve Marley, Ghetto Youth Crew

What you know is who you are, who are you?
Do you know who you are in the world? What is your world view?
What do you go through?, what has your life showed you?
What are you learnin in this so called life?
Do you have principle or do you blow with the wind
Do you wanna be free but don't know where to begin
Do you know your enemy from your friend, even you can
It's deep in this scannin the system that keepin us here
Will we survive, do you believe, are we afraid
Would you rather have control of your life, or be a slave
Show me a sign, a pig ain't no homey of mine
They own me what's mine, I show you if you loan me your nine
I'm only concerned for tables to turn
When the people learn the truth about the system, the cities will burn
And I stand firm, like Chaka Zulu, these crackers can't stop you
Who you?

[Stephen Marley]
I'm Crazy, Dem Crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough

This is what we be waitin for? 21st century we still poor
World war, they want me to kill four
What happened to the future they always predicted
With new science fictional things and space visits
I've seen two sides, us against them
Police troops ride with four to five men
Prison business is boomin, senators grin
People searchin for answers, where to begin
Capitilism born from the backs of blacks
White folks relax, live off the kick backs
Gettin work to the bone jo, build this country
Further exploided by class to make money
Filthy rich capilist with blood loot
Use main frames systems to bank and compute
With the next technology, credit to the wires
Internet growth the man more suppliers
Welfare, ederly checks and wage workers
All us, elephants trapped in they circus
Ain't fightin over man made chips no more
When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor

[Stephen Marley]
Dem crazy, dem crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough

Chorus 2X:
Everything you got, is what you took from me
Conditions on my block, just like me and slavery

[Marley sayin more stuff]
I'm feelin, oh what I feel

Hook 2X

(repeated twice)
Where the soldiers at?
Where the warriors at?
Where the riders at?
Where them fighters at?

True soldiers don't die, long live all legends
Nocturnal

Chip Banks f/ One Eye, Tha Outlawz - Stand for Something

Intro:
Yeah, Outlawin it
Fuckas aint ready for this
Thug Life, like that
Where you at? Fuck y'all

[Young Noble]
It ain't nuthin but a thug thing
Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no
Please Young No', let 'em go
I wan't mo'
Go to the game in befo'
Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go
But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know
I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo
Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle
Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel
Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit
Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit
Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped
Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip
Watch this
Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip
Watch this, eat a dick, bitch

[Napolean]
I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness
Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this
Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter
This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see
Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me
Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater
Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya
Hard be out crowd will make em the squad
Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte
The part of war you can call art
And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark
You faggot ass low heart ass nigga

Chorus: Tha Outlawz

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get,
Hit with every last bullet up in the clip

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich
So yo come with some better shit

[One Eye]
Life, bright lights and guns
Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum
Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline
Slangin dimes, bangin that one time
I've done mine, one frime after the other one
Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em
You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb
Another dumb nigga thinkin they come?
That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung
Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin
Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin

[Chip Banks]
Ay yo One Eye,
Ya got Banky out here on the west
Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs
Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em
Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em
Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps
Better yet, who you aimin it at
Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at
Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot
Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop
Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop
When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know
Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino
It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor
Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya
While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother

Chorus 2X

Outro:
Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight
Come with some better shit, word up
Chip Banks, done birth
Fuckin world up
Strife doin nigga, Cream Team
Where my Harlem niggas at?
East side, East
West Coast, word up word up
Out there, for all ya
Word up
Fuckin word nigga
Told ya niggas it's comin

[Rhyme Recca]
You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out
I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout
You never sold shit, never stole shit
Get in a video and front like you hold shit
You playing a role that been on file a hundred times
Coming around with the same gun running rhymes
I read your rap sheet, you ain't never did a crime
Never cocked the nine, never did no federal time
What's the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain't crazy
Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me
Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows
U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20
You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind
Run if you want, fuck up, that ass is mine
Play the game, learn the rules or you're bound to lose
Everything is everything, it's a storm nigga

[Chorus 2x: Rhyme Recca]
Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew
Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests
You don't want conflict, beef with us, you're stressed
We the wrong ones to test, lay that ass to rest

[Chip Banks]
Niggas is crazy to me, I'm the cat, you rhyme about in your raps
Handicaps, sound like me, how much cocaine you sold?
How many grams did a kilo?
And how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa?
If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and
I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks
A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks
Same ol' shit, same lame shit
Mr. Santana, Cream Team number, you know
To my Spanish people I be numero uno
Ya niggas better chill out, 'fore you get me mad up in here
Pulling out mill' out, I don't care to spill out
Keep my tech oiled up, cuz I'm not an amateur
Bullets getting caught up in your chamber, they could damage ya
Niggas see me in here smilin
Yea but I'm real enough to break New York from Fantasy Island

Chorus 2x

[Baby Thad]
Yea, I hear you barkin, but are you really being felt?
You're soft as cream puff, callin your code bluff
Meantime between time, we pack
Gee-stacks and key-lines we stack
Sad rappin, get you delivered up the river
Slipperiest nigga, sliver, snake sliver
La caja fall, winter made gentlemen
Pussycats all small talk and no walks
Try not to focus on jokers, we wrote this
Mediocre thugs, full of hocus-pocus
Disappear, huh? Reappear underground
Cold and layin stiff like vultures
Got your car pulled, you're queer, you're weak
Shakin and shivering, scared to speak
Ran through tons of herbs, huh?
You get smacked, silly, be quiet, mums the worth

Chorus 4x

Queen Pen f/ Joe Hooker - You'll Never Be Better Than Me (I'm That Shit)

Intro:
You dogs wanna know the life I live
You dogs wanna see the things I did
So much in this world is this shit
It's just shit, just full of this

[Queen Pen]
Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit
Is you life thugged out Benji style shit
While you wanna front on your white style shit
Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit
I cops the high rent on land bitch
Without being platinum that's that smart guy shit
You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid
The first to cop a pleed, that's that real hot shit
Can't pick or choose wit click you wanna run with
On the up and up that's that real crab shit
Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit
But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type shit
I know what I did, what I seen, where I been
While you capitalize of this life you done lived
If you ask me that's some real bullshit
Record called me suppin me up, fake artist shit

Chorus: Joe Hooker
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me

[Queen Pen]
Talkin about a life that you know you never lived
You a studio gangsta phony artist shit
Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid
That's that show off, big trick shit
Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type shit
Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet shit
How do my niggas dose on some real legal shit
On the low that's that real have your back type shit
Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit
That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit
Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit
Fuckin around wit my click, get that face lift shit
On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type shit
You a snitchin ass punk on that deep cover shit
Never nigga

Chorus

[Queen Pen]
We gets down for I's on some ghetto star shit
'87, '99, we was legendary chip chicks
On I-95, pushin big boy whips
Six bricks in the trunk, that's that Braveheart shit
We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin shit
And see a life thru your click, that's the fraudulent shit
On some flippin now shit, gettin money typed shit
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit
Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit
And when the dough get low tell me where your click is
We roll 50 deep on that war type shit
Hittas in the trunk that's that real life shit
First trip around on some lesson earth shit
But this trip around, strictly QB shit
Bystorm shit, some more real shit
Up in ya face, stronjay type shit, ha

Chorus

Hook 8X
I'm that shit, you that shit
Everybody gonna wanna rock my shit

Chorus

Samuel Christian f/ Mos Def - You (Feel Good Remix)

Yo yo yo yo
You
yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo
You please let's get--

[Samuel Christian]
If ignorant is everything that we don't know
And we can only obtain wisdom as we grow
Then why we actin like we just got off the boat
If that's how you man can preceed we'll let you go
With so many mistakes to ignorant to know
That it was you behold to row my own boat row
That hard to stat, that I and pride will kill it slow
So when your children our name I'll let it go

Chorus 2X:
Cuz I come to believe that ain't nuthin in this world like you
Ain't nuthin in this world like you
Ain't nuthin in this world like you

[Samuel Christian]
Cuz I come to believe that if you build it I am movin way too slow
Then just demand am I one of your own that's all
Ain't scared of it, will take the hit if that's the road
Cuz just for you I clinch my fist to hold the gold
And if that's enough open my eyes to show me the way
Like you did Moses two tablets ago
And when I'm done I will return to let him know
The battles over now get ready for the vow

Chorus 2X

Cuz I come to believe that--

[Mos Def]
It's cherokee the dark ebony the fly heavenly
Make me forget my federal treasury
Just to be inside the strike zone of your energy
Love blessedly, come next to me, messure me with memory
I fiend terribly but I still I know you there for me
This thing is scaring me for real, uncruel like what the deal
Your love is wild like mass appeal,
I'm just gon have to man and have to deal
With how I feel and really really keep it real
And realize you equalize the R E ality, so casually
No fantasy, challenge me to be the man I have to be
For those who rule the man and woman after me
No time for movin backwards my passion flee fantastically
Still I know this task to me to realize my mastery
And set inside my fantasy
leave everything that all your love is askin me
From first to the last with me, I pray you keep your hands on me
And let the hear your tablets be, written on behalf of me

[Samuel Christian]
Here in the ghetto with my lady love
Nadia she keep me down to the city life, Nadia Nadia
Cuz I met her the ghetto, with my lady love
Nadia keep me bound to the city life, Nadia Nadia
Cuz I met her in the ghetto
God is in the ghetto
Love is in the ghetto
In the ghetto
Truth is the ghetto
Power in the ghetto

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