More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) .......... Jay-Z

The Corruptor's Execution .......... E-40 / B-Legit / Pimp C / Bun B / UGK

5 Boroughs .......... KRS-One

Take It Off .......... UGK

Slow Down .......... Jane Blaze f/ Sauce Money

I Ain't Playin' .......... No Limit Soldiers f/ Mystikal

Allustrious .......... Mobb Deep

Have You Heard Of Me? .......... Murda Mil

What You Think All The Guns Is For? .......... Truck Turner

Good Girl Goes Bad .......... Spice I

Men Of Respect .......... Kasino f/ The L.O.X.

Be My Dirty Love .......... Too Short

Slap Somebody .......... Keith Murray

Feel The Rush .......... Mic Vandalz f/ Kasino, Big Stan

Reminisce .......... Caffeine

I Got You Faded .......... NIGHT & DAY

The Corruptor (Main Title) .......... The Corruptor ST

More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix)
f/ Memphis Bleek & Beanie Seigel
From The Corruptor soundtrack

Jay-Z Talking:

Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

Verse One, Jay-Z:

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till I'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!

Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:

Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what

Chorus 2x's

Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:

Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s

Chorus 2x's

Jay-Z Talking:

Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other
Get down or lay down Ya heard!
No publishin' for niggas
I know y'all niggas wonderin, like:
When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The world'll be a better place (haha)
Roc-a-fella
Beanie Seigel
Memphis Bleek
Hovah Hovah
Ya heard me!

[Pimp C]
Hold up..

It's the motherfuckin Corruptor! Since I came I was a hustler
It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains
to make these motherfuckers peep my game, I let em hang
to the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked on rivals
It's for survival, in the intestines of the city
Cause the game's shitty, and Piggly Wiggly on the payroll
So they can't bust us
And we shine like diamond clusters, cause we some made motherfuckers

[Bun B]
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution)

(It's the Corruptor's execution)

[E-40]
I be workin and twerkin
my portable digital triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter!
(Teeter-totter!) Kind of like a see-saw, up and down (up and down!)
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that there soft white
baby powder, equals a ? up the Valley
Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "Who's sack is dat?"
All the tiffles and po'po' (and what happened) I got it back
(BITCH!) Don't make me do ya (don't make me do ya..)
I know these streets, like the Grayson's know jujitsu

[Bun B]
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution)

(It's the Corruptor's execution)

[B-Legit]
I'm havin small change, with gats and hundred sacks
I got to ball main (ball main) with thangs, I let em hang
It ain't at all strange (at all strange) with game, remain the Savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one
I come with guns smokin (guns smokin) leave you croakin in Oakland
without no words spoken (words spoken) put the Chevy in drive
and ride the block hopin (block hopin) not to choke up in ?
with the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that

[Bun B]
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution)

(It's the Corruptor's execution)

[Pimp C]
Now we get the cash the stash and bash your brains
all over this dashboard
Give up the hash, and get you some gas
who'll blast you main in man's sport
Now BRRRR stick em I kick em, Bobby you lick em
We stole em and brick em to death
K.S.'ll go left, finger flick em, bitches is breathin
they last motherfuckin, breath
On the real how you feel about caps get peeled
I just baby deal with the talk
You backin the guns and all the law
So just hopin these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin em quick in the back with the dick then
make sure ? don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on Nich-en
Cause we stickin the Bic in, any sick then

[Bun B]
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution)

(It's the Corruptor's execution)

..

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution)

(It's the Corruptor's execution)

f/ Bounty Killer, Buckshot, Cam'Ron, Keith Murray, K. Priest, Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Redman, Rev. Run, Vigilante

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

[KRS-One]
We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them

[Vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

[Buckshot]
Let's take a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island

[Cam'Ron]
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

[Bounty Killer]
Uptown massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin mad
WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

[Prodigy]
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons with firearms
And we never use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get pissed at

[Redman]
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows
The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick City!!

[Reverand Run]
Aiyyo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group
(now speed it up)
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's just my colon

The five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets hot

Take it off..
Baby take it alll.. off..

[Pimp C]
Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside
It ain't enough room to fit dem guls in my ride
It's onna, work somethin, twerk somethin basis
Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces
She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night
You kiss that thang and I'm out, cause she been playin with my pipe
Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)
And I'm a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)
that make them guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh

Chorus: Pimp C

You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick

[Bun B]
Unh..
It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide
A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside
just to slide inside, man I done died tonight
Now what I'm 'sposed to do? Been got close to you
Lookin like a poster to, don't wanna boast but you Missus
do a Dr. Feelgood, lay a playa real good
Limpin came back, and it was still good, she will
put a few tips in her mouth, that's that definition
of them true chicks in the South, let me do my thang
on the cool quick to the crotch, get the beds but guess what?
We kickin them hot, shakin it soft, shoulda been here
She did eight and the law, but you was late and you lost
Man she was takin it off

Chorus

[Pimp C]
I'm sitting, touchin' with my diamonds on, and man I
miss that boy Pac, sippin' liquor tryin' to grip the chrome
I keep a chip off in my cell phone, they used to call me Pimp C
but now the chicks they call me James Jones
And if I skip I'm back to D-slangin, keep them boys nod-headed
Keep the boppers with they butts swangin
I used to be the young playa holdin
Now I leave them guls with they jellyroll swollen, I'm rollin

Chorus

[Bun B]
Comin direct from the Gentlemen's, full of that flint again
Live on stage fellas, this is Cinnamon
Fine, Black and feminine, I'm fin to win, look at the sin I'm in
Full of hallucinogens, me her and her friends
Now the venom in my snake, wanna poison
Come in with a brother and the boys and
make sure you don't forget to bring the toys and
we stuck it check it, we gots to keep em gettin bucked naked
Makin it soft, we keep these boppers takin it off

Chorus 2X

[Pimp C]
Hold up

[Jane Blaze]
Uh-huh
Yo if I let you tell it, your rhyme style safe enough to sell it
But your weak flows, make me the bomb relic
Rap with Magnums like Tom Selleck
Spray a pumpkin, they don't call me Jane Blaze for nuthin
Now save your bluffin for one of them model chicks
Droppin our modest hit, to prove I'm the hottest bitch
Go all-out like an Islamic clique, I'm on
some Jeffrey Dahmer uncut drama, like when a llama spit
Release hammers to protect my trophies and banners
To be as nice as me, need a whole lot of manners
Unadulterated grammar, feminine stash
In layman terms, mean I'm swimmin in cash
Baby got back, means I'm winnin in ass
Got cameras with no bulbs, lookin to flash
So when I breeze through with more metal than R2-D2
and see you on the low like the D's do, say cheese boo

Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 2X)

Get dough now, all about stacks of cake
and flow now, if it's hot like Jane, let it go now
Still movin with speed, when you Slow Down
nuttin left to do but blow now

[Jane Blaze]
Yo I got somethin that'll split your coconut
I know what you hopin but, Jane remains raw like an open cut
I ain't no New York floozie
Let every baller walk through me, suck a dick just to talk Gucci
Could care less about his 600
I focus on tricks who fronted, that track shoes, bitch run it
My words slaughter, rap's preferred daughter
Go on a spurt like the Bulls in the third quarter
Got niggaz masturbatin every day though
Hopin I'll move my tongue around they head in a circle like a halo
Now get closer, cause in a minute baby it's over
I come off at the clothes like strip poker (strip poker)
You just let a chick smoke ya (chick smoke ya) what's my name?
Blid-aze (Blid-aze), point blank range, I'll make ya brains Swayze
(Your brains Swayze) Yo weak poets, wanna test me or what?
Shit on they click so sick and still be sexy as fuck

Chorus

[Jane Blaze]
I keeps it real cuz, you know Jane name is still buzz
Suga what? I disinfect tracks and kill cuts
I'm live type, lot of cats front like
they like to prizefight, I settled the beef with five mics
Play your hand right, I'm trump tight, slip up
get lumped up, see me when the guild points the bums up
CD come with a Phillie in it (word?) witty fillie
and silly widdit while you sound like Milli Vanilli did it
Pity you pitted your weak flows against mines
Since mines sound fifty times better, ten times
Visualize my speech, get a glimpse of the rhyme
Drop a hit with a shine, y'all know it's time
Rap's my duty, platinum acts better know I could
CLAP a cutie, or just kill him with natural beauty (beauty)
Who you trustin? The one who gets strong burns
from dustin MC's, or the one who gets strong burns from pussin

Chorus 2X

[Jane Blaze]
Blow now..
Slow down.. prestige
Sauce Money here, my nucka
Jane Bond, what?
Q-U
My click
Double oh-dimes
I'll be dere
Yo, slow down baby
I don't think they ready for this

(Mystikal)
I aint playin!
(Huh)
Yall see me enter this motherfucker SHUT THE FUCK UP
I aint playin
(He aint playin)
(Tell him nigga)
Talk shit behind my back
(But when they see me, they don't wanna see me)
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches

BACK yo ass (woooh) FUCK UP
Gimme some fucking room to put my gold plaque up
I fucked all dat up ROLIN I break these fuckin bitches back open
And watch me turn my dreams realistic
Dat kinda would make you wear black armour or may handset yo picnic
I'm drinkin but I'm still thirsty
Madder than a motherfucker dats why I'm cursing
Said I'm up here but when I'm live and in person
Whippin yo ass from over to the clothes to the curtain
To each and every other rapper I'm a burden
I keep'em hearin me cause I'm smooth like (?)
YALL niggaz washed up like the turd
SO! Goin straight for your motherfuckin throat
The rhymes that I wrote
Playin is goin to get you fucked up
Bout to let you bitches know

(Chorus)
I aint playin wit u
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
(He aint playin he aint playin)
I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
I aint playin
I aint playin with you bitches
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit yo bitch ass)
(Huh) (I aint playin)
(Whatchu told me?)

I thought I fucking told you
Bitch don't you ever
Think because I'm handsome I'm mild mannered
That you can damn me think my style aint standard
Fucking wit the man gone get you man handled
Mixing my boot camp name up in scandals and slenderness
Dats the reason niggas got tossed off the stage in Atlanta
Niggas be actin like they hard to understand
It's bout time for niggas to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
And them steel toe boots gone stomp yo ass
One hundred some odd niggaz ready to jump yo ass
STOMP yo ass way past the grass
motherfuckers run up but they don't last
I make a lot of cash and you others bought a (?)
Rabbit eyes couldn't see me threw a magnifying glass
I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what?)
But I aint playin wit yo bitch ass

(Chorus)

Like class card I aint s-s-studdin it
Dat don't mean I'm bout to take yo shit though motherfucker (hell no)
I can see it in yo face you can see me comin
You insecure and jealous
Actin bad with yo woman
Already don't got yo money
Can't take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me
But I don't need you bitches cause you bad company
The only way you don't get stomped stay the fuck runnin from me
This motherfuckers coming up lovely
These niggaz cannot run me on nuttin (aint dat something I'm)
Tight as a button the album cussin the
Whooole fucking up dat nigga and use words like a deadly weapon
Grab these motherfuckers by they thumb (Owww)
Ball yo stupid ass up and make yo ass look (dumb)
Do pass where I'm standin knaw wha' I'm sayin?
When I fuck that (?) you betta tell'em
I aint playin!

(Chorus)
I aint playin wit u
I aint playin
(He aint heard me)
I aint playin
Fuck! I'm tired of this shit
Rappin motherfuckers
All them niggaz tryin to use my name to sell there tape
I aint playin
I aint playin wit you bitches
It aint that I don't want to motherfuckers
But I aint got time to
Bitch I aint playin
I aint playin

Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C
M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side
Niggaz know how we do, right right
I can see you back there, yeah (whattup?)
Yo

[Havoc]
The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose
Take shit back to trip who fat Goose
Queensbridge representative, ghetto entrepeneur, stay on tour
Dick-riders, wanna get em bullshit
The same law, same day contract, different clause
Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls
Gold medalist spit, doin this ever since
third time felon nigga, who you tellin?

Chorus One: repeat 2X

Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust, if you fuck with us
It's a must we bust, and if you stand wit us
Nine times out of ten son you might get bucked

[Prodigy]
Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me
Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be
spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap jesters
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now
move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
but it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

Chorus Two: repeat 2X

Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

(last line changed 2X to "and it's a must we burst ours first, nigga")

[Havoc]
Yo.. crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome
My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone
Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars
Concealin them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug
Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin his ribs
Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz
in formation pack the lead up in shit
The better you get, the better we get, and that's it
Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom
Stop em in they tracks, goin at em when you send em
Imperial dogs, creepin through fog
Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal
We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S
And when you spot us, play low-key

[Prodigy]
Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and they tryin to play the man's role
Can't they see us wildin out on the video?
Don't they see us in the club swingin elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?
Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart
Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart
Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart
Challengin the Mobb in the arts
Our literature stands collossal, compared to y'alls
Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin to keep up
Your style's limited, your rap's primitive
Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn

Chorus Two

Chorus Two

Chorus Two (fades our partway through)

[Murda Mil]
Y'all gon' feel this..

I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry

I'm the reason why this world spin
I done made homicide lose prints and made priests sin
I'm the reason witnesses choke up, keep hustlers cookin coke up
The reason why Dre and Eazy broke up
I can make you take lives and take wives
The reason why some of these boxers take dives
With me you got a lot of power.. you thought about me
when you got knocked and opened up shop the next hour
I made the first nigga playa hate
Made the first nigga cook coke with bake, fuck sellin weight
Niggaz short me, some cats just extort me
And these rich niggaz salt me
I'm the reason, that dimepiece had to thump that nigga
And your whole team wanna go and, trump that nigga
Made you grab the fo'-pound and, slump that nigga
Cause he thought you was richer, came and took me
out the hole in the wall, behind the picture
I'm what these niggaz stick for
What these young bitches trick for, what you cop a brick for
I'm the reason why you got in this game
The street slang gave me nicknames
Like scrilla, dough, paper, green, or cream
I made you take nine and stretch it to sixteen
And I'ma be that same nigga, and I know
the whole world know my name so my head got a lot bigga

I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry

I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry

I'm the reason why that crackhouse never close
While them boosters grippin clothes
Why that nigga flashin me, fuckin all the hoes
Why that nigga with them bricks start sellin those
I made corners change from weed to coke
Switch that to crack
Then it's crack to dope, whatever make you see me the most
With that brick, I'm the nigga you got caught with
I'm the straw that a rich nigga snort with
Y'all flaunt me, you get popped when NARC's mark me
Use me, they know niggaz don't refuse me
They know the average nigga leakin
You're hongry, so when you start to get me, they say you eatin
I changed coward niggaz into killers
Changed workin men into stealers
Make kids idle drug dealers
I'm the reason why that bank got robbed
While you clockin that bullshit job
I seperate men from boys, machines from toys
Groupies from friends, that be him in that Benz
Genuine from fake, Princess Cuts from salt shake
The ropes from links, that raccoon from that mink
You know why they kidnap for ransom, shit
I make a ugly nigga start to look handsome
I made you change your taste, beat that case
Buy that safe, just to keep me safe
Have you heard of me?

I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry

I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die
I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry

Have you heard of me?
Yeah, y'all ballers know what I'm talkin bout
It's Murda Mil
I'm sayin Hype Dawg, Wayne Rich, knahmsayin?
Against all odds, Beanie Mac, Azun Dutch
Most Wanted...
We out...

{*sound of engine being started and revved as vehicle pulls off*}

"My click airtight" -> Mobb Deep {*1}

[Truck Turner]
Yeah, Truck Turner baby {*1}
Uh-huh, check it out

Fuck these niggaz on? Dope or dog food
Done caught me, in the wrong mood
I'm squeezin off, for real live
Then they bust shots, and it's on dude
You face this? Wrong move
Use your head, come on fool
Truck Turner, with mob rule
Wanna feel it? It's on Dukes
Think it can't happen?
Ha-hah, you can get it, keep yappin
I'ma start clappin..
.. in a minute, niggaz actin
What you talkin? Yo keep that
When it comes to beef I gets off
the meat rack, you seen this gun here?
You sure you peeped that?
Never sleep that, put TWO
up in your kneecap, he's holdin
I see that, pull out first
and squeeze, leave an impact
You hear me, your shine?
Come up off that, like ? titties
you soft black, wanna front that?
The line? You crossed that
Baseball bat, your jaw cracked
Didn't want to, you forced that
Now lost that, I got that
Try to come back, I shot at
Bust three times, KLACK KLACK KLACK
Bust three more, KLACK KLACK KLACK
Now you askin - where the drugs at?
You thuggin? Now stop that

"What you think all the guns is for?" -> Biggie Smalls {*2}
"Trapped in a never-endin gunfight" -> Mobb Deep {*3}

Chorus: the pattern goes {*2} {*1} {*2} {*3} {*2} {*1} {*2} {*3}
as scratched by the DJ

[Truck Turner]
Ain't no, tellin
What I might do, when I slide through
Never liked you, why slice you
Do ass, or I wipe you
off the map, all that shit you talkin?
Yo relax
Just a act, what you tryin to win
a Oscar? For the drama
Feel the gat all up in your back
Now the dread, gets done fast
Got your momma wearin black
What I TALK, live up to that
When I was young they used to call me Shorty hook-off
Now they call me big Truck, squeeze off the Tec
Blow your fuckin knees off, the trigger
til the clips they empty, never ease off
Even hoes, I'll blow your fuckin weave off
Makin, niggaz vanish like
viriginity, on prom night
Got a click, when I swarm right
One mistake, live a short life
My enemies, flip on sight
I spit out the razor
And lacerate these niggaz with pipes
Step to this you walk off the next
What? I ain't kill you yet? See I been nice
I'ma ask you one more time, now who sent you?
Then I'ma put, three up in you
to show these FUCKERS what I'm into
His BITCH, the window
is where her head is gettin sent through
These niggaz actin hard
but really gentle, we rob em
And hop back in the rental
pull off (* tires squealin *) just that simple

Chorus 1.5X

[Truck Turner]
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Watch this big nigga Truck, body..uhh..polly y'all
Me feel you? Not at all
Before I squeeze? Smile at y'all
Leave you bleedin, down the hall
Your moms got, the dreaded call
Who shot ya, what the deal yo
That hot lead? How it feel yo
Your cap, did it peel yo?
Did you buy that? Never deal yo
As for me, I'm hunkerin off
Your girl panties, I took it off
Your click moved, I had to slide
But give me time, begin to stalk
Bloodstains, in your shirt
Leave you dead, in the dirt
Stay alive, stay alert
REVENGE!! The experts

South Bronx, a.k.a. Cutthroat Island
The wrong place to visit.. ya heard??

Chorus 1.5X

Intro:

Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
BLAOW! Y'know
I'm sure all you hustlers out there know
every rose got its thorns
Aha-ha
You know I gotta lil' some some
y'all probably dobe been thru before
If you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis
Peep game!
What you know about a, good girl gone bad, aha
I'ma lace you up wit somethin

I gave a nigga 8 G's to flip a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the lucci
Bring the 13 back and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho from the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's between her thighs
We can doublelise, be leavin me paralysed
I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, model style
and iced down during the draught season, ghetto smilin
In the back of my brain, my cock is goin insane
Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she done her times befo'
Kick back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'
I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta fine ho
to kick start my cargo and die slow
If the good girl goes bad, I'd hate to do it
but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe tagged
The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her breasts
dreamin of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet
lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's next?
Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to Midway
Where we was sposed to slang the YAY!
As she got off the plane looked at her ass kinda sad
Hope the girl don't go bad

Chorus:

If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
If the good girl goes bad
I'm tryin ta get things I never had

We arrived at the Court about a quarter-to-8
She said she wanna go and eat some lobster and steak
I said "Hold on baby, before we continue
you know that's the little fuckin side of the menu"
She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, loosen up
I came to handle business, I don't come here to fuck"
Anyway, where your fuck's at? When they comin?
In a cue-ball 5, pulled up a tan woman
wit some niggas in the back of the car, another followed
Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and took a swallow
"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't gettin in there"
She said "I know, they came to make sure we're here"
We need to find a telly, put some food up in our belly
Take a shower and shit, call them fools when we're ready
In the low-key, we're in the cars switchin fo' lanes
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and slang me a thang
She was lookin at herself in the mirror wit lipstick
I'm thinkin to myself "30 G's wit one kick"
Got my mind on my money, all about the cash
Hope the girl don't go bad

Chorus

They hit the hotel lobby about 10:26 (26)
I told baby doll to go and give em the kicks (Give em the kicks)
I shoulda went wit her, I knew somethin was fishy
Gave them niggas straight flour and came back to kill me
Damn bitch, you did WHAT? She smirked and laughed
and said "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a badge
Said "Come and go with me", ho you must be loco
Baby talkin bout let's go to Acapulco
I was down for this shit she hit me with
Knowin she the Feds and all, wit her hands on my balls
Started huggin and kissin, even though she the Feds
Put my hand on her ass, she caught a slug in her ear
WHAT THE FUCK? They shot the bitch in the dome
I fell to the floor, pulled out the shotty chrome
Bustin at niggas, makin sure I get home (BLAOW!)
Caught up in mo' gangsta shit and I'm all alone
Tryin to smob out, wit the yay and the cash
Fools screamin out "Nigga, we gon' kill your ass"
Pulled the strap on the chauffer, jacked a limousine
Do what I gotta do to flee from the scene

Chorus:

The good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash
The good girl went bad
My good girl went bad
The good girl went bad
I'm tryin ta get things I never had

Outro:

She went bad
I thought it was all good though
Game'll switch up on you quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
Immortalised, BLAOW!

Intro: Sheek Luchion

Yeah, what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?
This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit.
Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this.
Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh, oh.

Verse One: Sheek Luchion

Yo I don't toss it when I pop, I just run up in the spot
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with G's
Tell the cops that he died from fleas
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens
When the shit hits the fan, and that nigga be your man
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
What do you do? Don't stall
Spring him and buy more
It's the code of the streets
If your belly ain't the beast
And you ain't hungry for this cake
How much you expect to make?
When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
The next month, bought a whip
Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know
I'm getting sex from 9th and up, that's living it up
Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the class
Fifteen buying Hydro in glass
Way back when
Only drinking Gin
Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes
Used to pump my fist with Arsenio
Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos
That needed to be me
My click needed to be G
All up in the game, with bitches riding our train
And I'm pretty sure my nigga Kasino feeling the same

Verse Two: Kasino

Ayo you can't tell me nothing about doing dirt
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
I been there, any part of the game you name
I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it
I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence
Went from no dough, 'til the point when the dough don't grow
Got too big for them little whips, the door won't close
Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road
Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes
Went from hand me downs, but y'all hear me now
Don't forget that I'm sober when y'all staring me down
Got a team of hungry niggaz, that's my family now
And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns
Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round
And yo I promise not to act funny
Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me
Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money
I was three cars deep, and this my pack money
Eating and learning to act hungry
>From South Cat country, hustling cane
I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game

Verse Three: Styles Paniro

I swear if I die, don't you dare send me flowers
If you ain't a friend of ours
Sucker, they call me S. P. I don't blend with cowards
I spit Heroin, make y'all niggaz pure dope heads
Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez
Top of the world
Gun cocked, cocking' your girl
Blowing the steam
Feels good fulfilling your dream
Using your head, while y'all niggaz losing your bread
Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead
Whether I'm living or dying, got 'em rough riding
Leave with two bitches 100 G's plus iron
Styles spits the shit that'll have niggaz crying
Telling your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side looking poppied up
Hop in the Porsche
Cranberry frosty sauce
Deep dish 18's
Out of state play things
Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing
Eleven left hands with them platinum face things
Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks
Sending you death for fucking with the Men of Respect

Verse Four: Jadakiss

Y'all think y'all getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy
I'm hungry and I can't pump no more, I'm lazy
I never did like you, I really don't know you
And just because I give you a dap, I'll still blow you
Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear
You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year
Yeah I seen ill niggaz slide off broke
That's why I got incorporated, now I write off coke
Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash
My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash
I'm the nigga that'll come through and light up an ounce
Y'all the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce
All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white
With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights
I bear right, bust a U, then hop out with the pump
And make all them niggaz empty all their shit in the trunk
Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive
Spit bees at a nigga, that'll give him the hives
Whenever you hear me, it'll be the flow of the night
Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic
I swear to God, have everybody saying I'm the MC of their choice
Then they'll remember it was me, raspy voice
Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy
Trying to buy me
I don't wanna talk, all y'all do is send me a check
L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect

Chorus: all

Men of Respect, steal the work, kill the connect
You look dry so we leaving you wet
I don't care if I'm sentenced to death
I'ma still get dough 'til my very last breath

Too $hort - Be My Dirty Love

(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)

Ain't nuttin changed.. Short Dawg
Sheezee.. sheezee

(singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" 2X)

Much love y'all
Short Dawg's in this

Verse One: Too $hort

I'm high profile, but you can't see me hoe
Got limosine tint like a real CEO
Hands free, talkin on the speaker phone
Handlin my business, just tryin to get my freak on
You know, bitches always beepin me with code 69
I'm real with mine, I make hoes wait in line
Can't fuck em all, and don't want to
Cause some of these tramps might front you (watch out)
You waited six months, I fucked her on the first date
And so I smoke the green weed to keep my mind straight
It's Friday, doin shit my way
Me and yo' bitch, rollin down the highway (right)
While you shootin that.. she gave it up easy
Fore-a-play and all that, wasn't tryin to tease me
Now you wanna feud, fuck that shit (slut)
Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch

(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)

Watch em.. keep your eyes open
Doesn't make sense

Verse Two: Too $hort

Now here I go, spittin another verse
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed
I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have
A big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags (smokin)
So I kicked it with her, with no intentions to fuck
Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked (yeah right)
I said I got a lot of money but I'm short on cash
Could you give a nigga some so I can get some gas? (stupid shit)
She gave me twenty dollars, I know it's small pimpin
But it's mandatory, when I deal with all women (all these hoes)
It ain't gon' be no one-sided, I support her shit
Just because she hurt, Too $hort got a grip, beyitch!
I break it down, like the beat
Ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three
Old school, everytime I roll through
All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg

(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)

Fuck a bitch.. they fuck with you main
Foul mouthed little motherfuckers.. ?

Verse Three: Too $hort

It's cause rap music is like sellin dope
Every dollar you invest you get seven mo' (and that's real)
I hope you never ask me, how much it costs
if you can't figure out how the fuck I floss (big ballin)
You better get in where you fit in
cause a nigga like me ain't kiddin (no jokes)
Here come her boyfriend, with that narrow minded shit
Kissin on the bitch, she sucked e'rybody dick (slut)
Don't get mad, you knew the bitch had flaws
Ridin in the Benz (bitch) dick hangin out my drawers..
.. now why she give me head? (why?)
All she ever wanted was to get in my bed
I ain't gotta be a trick to tramp your hoe (nope)
I spit the game like a pimp while I'm ridin chrome
I had a dream I was through, can't sell records
Can't catch hoes, bring em home and get naked (what?)
It's not the first time, I had this dream
But music is my drug and I'm a dopefiend (straight)
The way I put it down, it don't seem too hard
Scorin points like Kareem-Abdul Jabbar (swish)
And if you tryin to catch me, you'll find out fast
what you tryin to do is an impossible task (can't do it)
Cause what I'm doin (can't do that) no rapper ever did it
(can't do that) Eleven albums and I'm still the shit, bitch!

(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)

Can't do that.. nah nah.. ain't gon' happen
Old school Too $hort, that's right I said Too $hort

(singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" 2X)

We go way back, youknowhatI'msayin?
Buy you some motherfuckin business
Get up out the madness

Intro:

I need a blunt fore I slap the shit out somebody
Uhh come on, get it up y'all
Uhh come on, come on, come on, come on
come on get it up y'all
Uhh yeah yeah uhh
I know y'all like this one
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh come on

Yo, y'all niggas will never see my level
Raps so hot I slapbox with the devil
Tap a jaw, slap a bitch, do what I like
Gotta sociology of money like Reverend Ike
Yo here's a rapper fiction, get out the jurisdiction
before I hit that ass with a cross-addiction crucifixion
Editorial newsflash
Extra extra, let this blast wit your stank ass
Face the ultimate challenge, style's gotta lotta mileage
Come to violence, leave in silence
This beat's a beat so come on take a swim
If C's can't float don't worry about them
I'ma duke like Patty, ritz like Matty
Slick like a khaki, but not your baby daddy
Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted
So pop that coochie girl like you're double-jointed, come on

Chorus:

This is for my thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
who need a drink before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
All my cats on the corner who's packin a shotty
who need a blunt before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party
before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
I speak with more technique, than karate
cos, I, will - SLAP SOMEBODY

Aiyo, strictly from the street that's why I get love
Erick darin niggas out in the back of the club
With the mic in my hand, just got paid
Take you suckers out til I get on stage
When the girls see my face and they all get excited
Thugs in the front row bout to start a riot
Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired
Yo E, crank this shit up and get it started
Get the crowd funky like the whole place parted
MC's rest in peace like dearly departed
Then it's all in together now, let me show you how
I do it rock 'n' roll style, then dive in the crowd
Murray ain't your average MC, I gotta lotta fame
but don't act conceited when you see me on the street
I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor
Kick hard metaphor, cos that's what I'm here for
Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon
Lookin butta fly like a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over-the-rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box

Chorus

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
In a special way to play on, baby play
The way you shake that ass girl is something drastic
FABULOUS, and, fantastic
Fly like a B-52 hotstepper
Got latinos yellin "WEUPA!!""
Ese loco, dolli toto
Beseve culo, papi chulo
Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weed the scarier
My Squad is Def and we ain't hearin ya
Beat eaters think quick with the speed of a cheetah
Stripped down to my wife beater
Baby doll, shake what you got
I'm not a player hater, I just diss a lot
And don't slam the doors of da Mazzerati
because, I, will, slap somebody

Chorus

Outro:

Bring me up somethin nice cold to drink in this bitch
before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go out-
side, and - SLAP SOMEBODY
Throw your hands in the air from side-to-side
before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
Doo, doo, slap slap
I, will slap - SLAP SOMEBODY
Slap me and I'ma slap you back

Mic Vandals f/ Kasino, Big Stan---Feel the Rush

Intro/Chorus:

Feel the rush, now they wanna bounce with us
As the money keep comin, in God we trust
And we only spread love to the women we lust
And when it all go down Vacant Lot will bust

[Kasino]
Bet it all, I bet I ball harder than them
Give me a year, I turned this block into the Carter for ya
Started off small, ended up larger than them
Prayed to me, and sayin "Our Father" for them
They can't win, they sittin on money they can't spend
I play my cards right, you throwin your hand in
Twenty-two years and I'm still standin
Put your deal on it if you're still gamblin
I'm holdin more wis than the cultural gremlin
It's no part of business I don't gotta hand in
Kasino, say it so the whole world can hear it
Live on the air, I bet your label won't clear it
Weak bloodline, niggas I fuck up your spirit
Rap is my hustle, you need guns to come near it
With God trustin, money lustin
I'm nasty with the hands but with the guns I'm disgustin

[Big Stan]
Rarely, heavily armed, ghetto-created Don
They wan' take it to the streets, we do it like Vietnam
We express thoughts with less talk but more action
Soon platinum reaction with full metal jacket rappin
I make it happen, you the jokers, we the last laughin
You wanna scream too, Wes Craven for all my people
Give you nightmares, roy-al lyrically lethal
Tape projections if you fiend for perfection
Excite rap addicts wathcin doe's go at it
This analogy's for savages living in drug palaces
If money got you misled, follow the realest
Face we fill, Vacant Lot, built from the rock up
Jam packed with chicks so I stay tryin to stock up
Like Bill Bigsby, chicks be waitin for queen backs
Not one for compromisin or barely survivin
Sex, Videotapes & Lies while I'm drivin

Chorus (x2)

[Mic Vandals]
Yo yo yo
Norman Bates, feeds off excitement, tightenin
Lead poison travel the speed of light and frightenin
Felt the bad vibes son, uhh
Griff, we out another one, uhhh......
Yellow bus niggas, native gutters, me and my brothers
and others who don't know the map, see the path is laid out
Prepare for the war cos I'm psycho, they're right do'
beat em down, brutally with pipes broke
It's subminimal and general form of criminals
and timid dudes who put gun plots and influence
Hopin joints is loaded, kickin fifty liners
for small timers and your minors
Transformin this, brainstormin this, live performances
Mic V-I, be a leader, see ya
Raise up lyrically, yo I blast mines
to the last rhyme and repeat it, the same crime

From the heart comes every word spoken
Slip and you sleep with the box left open
Body full of fluid that'll keep your flesh fresh
til they put you in the ground where you rot like the rest
I done had the best, tried to hit me but they missed
If you get the thought (thought.....) think about the risk
Cos I could be the calmest motherfucker you know, or be warned
Have you seen a hurricane em like the eye of the storm?
When my guns are drawn, you're not able to flee
cos when your lungs are gone you're unable to breathe
I know you hear me, nigga do you feel my words?
This shit is eagle, spit the talons that'll shred your nerves
Round 1 shatters your spine, leavin you numb
Round 2 splatters your mind, this leavin you dumb
And that third one sure to put you under
Last hearin you shout "Vacant Lot" before the thunder

Chorus (x2)

Outro:

What? What? What? What? (Yeah)
Mic V-I's, yeah, Mic Vandals
What? Yeah, Vacant Lot, ????
Niggas wanna bounce with us, uhh (Kasino)
Niggas wanna bounce with us (1-thru-9)
Niggas wanna bounce with us (O-F-O)
Niggas wanna bounce with us, uhh (Yeah, T-C)
All them niggas wanna bounce with us (They know!)
Niggas wanna bounce with us (Word up, Vacant Lot)
Niggas wanna bounce with us (Vacant Lot, can't dolo)
Uhh, niggas wanna bounce with us (Uhh)

Intro/Chorus: Le-Le, (Caffeine)

Hahahahah, c'mon, uhh
Reminisce, reminisce with me (Grimey)
Come go with me (So much shit in this ghetto)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Grimeys, uhh, grimeys)
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me (Starsky, corruption, grimey)
Come go with me (Nigga grew up fucked up and some)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
Yeahehyeah

I tak you back to reminisce on when the times was better
It was way before the cheddar
And niggas flossin big baguet-tas in their neck-lace
Ghetto wasn't so mellow at this time
Rewind and you'll find the year was '85....
We was dead broke, me and my brother and my mother
copped the one-room flat, no cover just a floor mat
The dresscode then was tuff skins and croker sacks
Hit the scene at 15 and then, copped me a sack
No joke, it seemed like then it was a crime to be broke
Watchin my people scuffle in the admist of gun smoke
Peer pressure got me fuckin bitches at lunch
then we're shakin them stunts to get high, blaze a blunt
Just to stay calm, I kept a pistol in my palm
just to breeze thru these concrete streets of Vietnam
Don't be alarmed, this fuckin world was built around a twist bit
Mama never told me there'll be days like this
Shall we reminisce......

Chorus: Le-Le, (Caffeine)

Reminisce, reminisce with me
Come go with me (Can you think back with me huh?)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Can you think back to when you was in junior high?)
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me
(Uhh, high school, brought up in this shit)
Come go with me (Them was the days baby)
so you can see the way that things they used to be (Love em)
Yeahehyeah

And fuck the suburbs and the meadows, baby we can party in the ghetto
where niggas keep their weapons concealed, it's all real
What happened to Joe? He got smoked two weeks ago
Wouldnt've died if he kept his eyes in his own vehicle
You know how the game goes when you caught up in the struggle
and got two jobs to juggle, wish my father was here
to reminisce it with me, a fuckin shame
I guess I gotta charge it to the game, but shit ain't the same
as it use to be cos it use to be
you could smile to get wild in your own fuckin community
Block parties, street fights, kids flyin kites
Big wheels flyin down hills on dirt bikes
Fool what happened to the love? It used to be so lavish
But now niggas parish over bitches, weed and cabbage
Flashy habits, imported fabrics and plush tones
We need to leave that bullshit alone
Now can you think back with me, c'mon?

Chorus: Le-Le, (Caffeine)

Reminisce, reminisce with me (Now can you think back?)
Come go with me (So much shit in this ghetto)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Think back to when you used to play, play freeze tag)
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me
(Play tackle football in the middle of the street with all ya partners)
Come go with me (Ha)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(And then we, then we hit a lil', lil' girl scout down the street, ya
wanna)
Yeahehyeah (Play hide and go get in this shit?)

Reminisce, reminisce with me (Ha ha ha, uhh)
Come go with me
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Sit on the porch all day)
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me
(Niggas steal for the weekend, y'knowhutImean? Sunshinin)
Come go with me (Run lights)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(We're here for the street lights, you know you, you know you gotta
be here for the streetlights)
Yeahehyeah

Reminisce, reminisce with me (You know that shit)
Come go with me (That's same shit that nigga's can't forget right)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Ain't nothin like the ghetto baby, uhh)
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me (That's right)
Come go with me (Niggas was raised in this shit, y'know)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Now niggas switchin for better thangs)
Yeahehyeah

Reminisce, reminisce with me (Uh, better things, flashy rings)
Come go with me
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Wit deez, they bet-ter, ha ha ha
in the ghetto, reminisce, reminisce with me
(Y'know, ha ha ha, flashy cars, big homes and shit)
Come go with me
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Imported thangs, y'knowhutImean?)
Yeahehyeah (More of them thangs we need, y'knowhutImean?)

Reminisce, reminisce with me
(Niggas ain't tryin to be greedy though, ha ha ha)
Come go with me (I just spread the love with my partners, ha)
so you can see the way that things they used to be
(Y'know, that's how we do, nigga we're from the ghetto mayn)
in the ghetto
Reminisce (yeah uhh)
(Skrilliano talkin to you baby, uhh)
(This how we usually do, this how we do now)
Reminisce (All we do now is get money)
(Seikos, and reminisce on those)

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