Nigga Gots No Heart .......... Spice 1

Sereiht Up Menace .......... MC Eiht

Packin' A Gun .......... ant Banks

Top Of The World .......... Kenya Gruv

Only The Strong Survive .......... Too $hort

All Over A Ho .......... Mz. Kilo

Guerillas Ain't Gangstas .......... Da Lench Mob

You Been Played .......... Smooth

Lick Dem Muthaphuckas .......... Brand Nubian

Death Becomes You .......... Pete Rock

Unconditional Love .......... The Hi-Fives

"P" Is Still Free .......... Boogie Down Productions

Stop Lookin' at Me .......... Cutthroats

Pocket Full of Stones .......... UGK

Can't Fuck With a Nigga .......... DJ Quick

Trigga Gots No Heart .......... Spice 1

A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga)
[repeat]

[Verse 1]

I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts &
slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan
Menace II Society muthafuckin' killer
just call me the East Bay Gangsta
I'm yo' real ass nigga
Quick to make decisions & I'm
quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this muthafuckin' mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, nigga
slangin' 'Cola since the very very start
much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart

Ain't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
[repeat]
[gunshot]

[Verse 2]

Release the trigga as I blast on a nigga
nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
And uhh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
slangin' dub sacks
and I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
ya better use that nina
'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
and umm I'm taking up a hobby
murdering muthafuckas & massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no love nigga
187 is a art 'cause a nigga gots no heart

Ain't no love bitch
A nigga gots no heart
Ain't no love bitch

Me shootin' him up me shootin' him up
if he no give my pay
Ain't no love bitch
[repeat]

[Verse 3]

A nigga gots no heart
& I'll be damned if I'm broke old
pushin' on a shoppin cart
They blast on a friend of me
another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 O' clock & my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat & watched them shoot my nigga
seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
a dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen up in that nigga left his body full
of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my mail stack & let my hair platt
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
his posse came & them niggas had no heart

Me kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock

Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man
comin' at yo' ass wit no love
Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man
187 thousand G

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah
And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all
And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run
And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah

A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm
Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young
Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
They done drove my moms in-sane
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on y'all
Streiht up menace

Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects
Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks
I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin hood would take me under
Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs}
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head
See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead
Now I'm layin in the hospital bed
Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, whassup y'all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
Really..
Streiht up menace .. damn!

I'm in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep
One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep
And on top of that
Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story
Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist"
Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out
Oh what should I do? The homies say
"The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on y'all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
And on and on
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggaz on the run
And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
Just like I said before y'all
It ain't nuttin but a compton thang
And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot
And this one's for the niggaz, gyeah

[sample:]
"Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -> [Eazy-E {*1}]

Let me drop it on the one, heheh
Yeah..
Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin?

[Chorus: unknown singers]

If you think this shit is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, just get in the groove {*1}
And if you think this shit is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you

[Ant Banks]
Yeah, check it
Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back
Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack
You see the bitches know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet
Droppin shit like a pigeon just to let you suckers know it's
the grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock
And niggaz get to trippin, and talkin hella shit and
don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see
that all you mark motherfuckers can't FUCK with me
So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya
Mac-10 strong, smoke that ass like doja
Break that ass off, until I leave yo' ass broke
I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke
A lot of niggaz now think they made of steel
Too tough to get took, and that's for real
But let me tell you like $hort nigga, that's your life
Cause niggaz I know get took every night
Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes
But everybody knows how the story goes...

The bitches ain't shit cause they all into gafflin
Break a hoe jaw, and I might start laughin

[chuckles]
That's how it is so you better play it safe
and get you a gat in a smooth ass place
And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun
But nigga you should {*1}

[Chorus]

{*1}

Slap the hand *boom boom*
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}

[Ant Banks]
Late night trippin on a Saturday night
Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight
Thinkin to myself, "Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up"
I'm doin the first tramp bitch that wanna run up
Seen a little tight one, the bitch said, "Hey!"
Rushed that ass to the store and got the Tanqueray
Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission
Threw the bitch in the back and put that ass in position
Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper
Bitch was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her
Now a nigga trippin, sippin on gin
Drunk as fuck, and out comes her boyfriend!
Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip
But the nigga shoulda known that a bitch ain't shit
He reached for the do', now I got him in focus
.380 on that ass, now his life is like hopeless
All over one little stupid dookie bitch
with a funky ass cock and some juicy ass lips
But I never trip when I'm tryin to have
Yeah nigga now I {*1}

[Chorus]

{*1}

Slap the hand [boom boom]
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}

[Ant Banks]
Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherfuckin
Dangerous Crew nigga
YouknowhatI'msayin?

[Chorus 1/2, - {*1}]

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Yeah man..
It's goin down bitch
Motherfuckers can't be weak

[vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background]

None of that shit
Short Dawg is in the house
Ninety-three, bitch

I always heard that you gotta be strong, if you wanna survive
Get your diploma go to college get a nine-to-five
Every year, you're makin 30 G's a pop
Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock
Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you
Makin payments on a B-M-W
I know you never would settle for the minimum snaps
Have to live in the ghetto where the blacks be at
And send your kids to a school that don't really teach
I give a fuck about a motherfuckin college degree, beeotch!
You think I wanna get cha?
Take you to the motel, and straight raw dick ya?
You must be crazy, smokin that chronic
I take you to the motel, and put my rubber on it
and hope it don't bust, so I can stay alive
Cause only the strong survive, you little shithead bitch

[vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4X]

So tell me what it is, man tell me what you want
Not talkin bout the music but we likes to funk
Ain't no such thang as a Oakland punk
It don't matter who you are, you'll be _In the Trunk_
You come twenty-five deep, or maybe ten
If I let your ass push me, then you push me again
He was six foot four, they used to call him sir
But he was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta
No bigger than me, never could be hisself
Always tryin to act like someone else
There just ain't no future for us young black men
Cause we always get killed, or sent to the pen
But even, Malcolm X was a ex-convict
And you can bet I won't go fo' it next time bitch!
I'm kinda strong with my bullets in the clip
That's why I never trip, cause only the strong survive

[vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4X]
..

[vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4X]

You say be a man, let's go toe to toe
But that was like fifteen years ago
They say only the strong, will survive
But brothers be strong, and still they die
But you gotta get around that bullshit
All the things we used to do we can't pull the shit no more
Cause ain't nobody trippin on us
You wanna fight, fuck around and get shot up
See your ass layin there bleedin, losin the fight
All behind a bitch and that shit ain't right
You could, live or die it just doesn't make a difference
Cause everybody knows about your sorry ass simpin for a hoe
I thought you knew, _Life Is.._
But the punk motherfucker can't handle his
So you weak bizznews ain't no surprise
Cause only the strong survive, bitch

[vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4X]

Typed by: sghomeishi@gmail.com *

* send corrections to the typist

[Mz. Kilo]
Yeah... I've never seen nothing like this before in my life..
I mean... A nigga selling out over a hoe..
But you know... your hoe could be the next hoe..
With my hoe..

Once upon a time, you know I had a mack daddy
Just me and him in the eight-trey Caddy
The hookers would stare and the niggaz would grin
Just let the wheels spin, let the wheels spin
You know we had to get the proper roll on
But pop went the tire, and we had to get the stroll on
Came up on some wenches that I knew
From when back when, in 1982
They tried to push up on my honey
All smiling in his face, but that shit wasn't funny
They thought they would try to take my man, unh
Shake my man, uh-huh break my man
Yeah, break like a brick but I'd rather be broke
They flaunt their figure in front of my nigga
And they play me for a joke
Nope, 'cause this time it's not happening
I'll snatch them bamboos off and start scrapping
See, I don't start trouble
But I gots to bust the bubble of a bitch
Who want to play me like a two-dollar trick
Rip the shit up, grab his keys and cut
Get stepped to by a bitch with a chip on her shoulder
But I told her, that I would have to scold her
And I would have to fold her
Like a love letter from the second grade
Look over at my nigga and he's grinning
Confused in my head and my mind is spinning, but it's..

[Chorus]
All over a ho
Because stupid niggaz are always on the go
I remain ???? ???? ???? ????
But I'd rather stack dollars, let my mind feel free
'Cause too many niggaz, too many niggaz
Wanna keep a bitch down, unh, oh wait a minute
Too many niggaz, too many niggaz
Wanna keep a bitch down, a-hold up, a-hold up

So now you see me coming back, watch me flaunt the fly shit
I gotta get it straight when the shit gets scandalous
'Cause I don't run around town fuckin' around, second-guessing
But something inside told me to trust my bitch's intuition
Now should I listen (?), shh, quiet step
Don't want nobody knowing where I stepped
Saying to myself "How the fuck can I deal with him?"
I'll the bitch named Sally that I scrapped with, then I'll squash it
And give her a G to see what the bitch can find out for me
"So you want a little action?" (Sally: "Well, alright...")
'Cause I'll be damned if I get played like LaToya Jackson
And if I'm played, I take it like a woman:
Imma kick to the curb and hit 'em shorter than Gary Coleman
So the bitch was down for the shit
'Cause bitches can set up a nigga faster than a Mafia hit clique
Or should I get him smoked... nope
Here's what happened to the nigga that played me close:
Told the ho to meet him at the Let'Em
And make sure, Sally, that you fuck him and fuck him
Here's a mini-microphone to put in your purse
And I'm sure that your stank ass don't have to rehearse
It's like sure enough, my nigga rolled up G
It was dark as a motherfucker, but I could still see
So she finished the job without lagging
Got the nigga on tape like Jimmy Swaggart
And it's... (just as we had planned)

[Chorus]

Now I really know that nigga's promises ain't true
'Cause he said many times "I'd die without you..."
Unh, I shoulda seen through ya
I guess the only thing you was good for was the punani-eater
Now I bet you've got more water upstairs
Than you've got sugar on the candy cane
You think you're going out to fuck another bitch
Come home, and fuck me? Boy, you must be insane
Well, the next day the nigga came over
He pulled up in one of our rides, a Range Rover
He walked in the house thinking everything is right
I said to the nigga "Have fun last night?"
He said "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wh-wh-what do you mean?"
I said "Go take a shower, 'cause your dick ain't clean
Or was Sally less filling? Or did she taste great?
You can't say shit, I got it all on tape
Yeah motherfucker, here's your last kiss
'Cause I ain't putting up with that bullshit"

[Chorus]

Too many niggaz, too many niggaz wanna keep a bitch down, but not me
too many niggaz wanna keep a bitch down, so I gotta clown

[Ice Cube]
Can you say guerilla.. motherfucker?? [2X]

[J-Dee]
Well aww shit, god damn, here I go flippin the script
The brand new 1993 fat guerilla shit
All you rooty-poot, nickel-plated punk-ass bustaz
You flossin on the Mob it's mandatory that we buck ya
How ever could you call us gangstas, you little prankster (bitch)
You analyzed it wrong so now it's time for me to bank ya
Street politicians on a mission and I'm wishin
to clear the rumor up because my niggaz, keep bitchin
about the little story that you print, witcha ink
I never ever bit my tongue, your shit stinks
Bust a cracker into two or, I shake you to the sewer
I gaffle yo' ass up and make it stink like manure
So if you wanna print it, print it right, you sucker
Cause we, can all be some fightin motherfuckers
And if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya
Peace to Spice 1, but guerillas ain't gangstas, yeah

[Ice Cube]
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA

Break em off somethin.. he heh

[T-Bone]
Here I go, flippin the tongue, I'm not the diggedy dun
It's the L period, M.O.B. and that's where I'm from
Had the twenty-two, pulled over, gets popped
Now my rose with the glock in the new stash spot
J-Dee kicked the habit and he still smoke blunts
Shorty got the O with the monster bumps
So here I go or can I go on the fat track
Cause I'm still much black, hittin devils with the bat
So where's the pen and pad, don't even try to trip
No diss to no G's, ain't on that tip
Guerillas out the jungle but we still in the mist
Buck the devil, buck the devil, boom with the black fist
Hoppin like a motherfuckin and I'm straight Lench-in
(A Street Knowledge mission? You niggaz is wishin!)
So raise on up before we bank ya
Peace to King Tee but guerillas ain't gangstas (yeah)

[Ice Cube]
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a .. KILLA

Break em off somethin..

[Shorty]
Steppin up, steppin up, no I'm not shuttin up
He say, she say, we gotta clear the shit up
You wanna label me a black gangsta
But I'm a black man who was saved by a savior
Knockin at yo' door, you open, he swung, he missed
He pissed when we hit him in the head with a brick
Guerillas in the mist, with the silent kill skills
I huffed and I puffed, when you dissed you're Illsville
Now I gotta buck ya, plus I never trust ya
A devil in drag, so fuck it I'll just cut ya
Sleepwalkers sleepwalkers no more shit talkers
Quiet as kept, I shoulda cut him like the night stalker
Stomp down, stomp down, hard like a billygoat
Eeenie-meenie-minie-moe I gotta cut his fuckin throat
If you disrespect me I'ma bank ya
Peace to Compton's Most, but guerillas ain't gangstas

[Ice Cube]
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla.. (see I'm a KILLA)
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla.. (see I'm a KILLA)

Can you say guerilla
Motherfucker?

[J-Dee] And if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Yo, and if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Yo, and if you disrespect the Mob, we'll bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Yo, and if you disrespect Cube, he'll bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Check it out yo, if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya, check it
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Yo, and if you disrespect me bank ya, yo
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Peace to gangstas, if you disrespect the Mob, we will bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Yo check it, diss Quizzy D, and he will bank ya
[Cube] Boom-ping-PING!
[J-Dee] Break em off somethin

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[Lord Jamar talking]
Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect
On ya motherfuckin' head
Not givin' a fuck
Word up, know what I'm sayin'
In the wilderness of North America

[Verse 1: Lord Jamar]
You like to taste the lead, well get ya face fed
After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and can't back it
That's why I had to fit em' for a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cause I know it's all it takes
Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
The motherfuckin' G to the O to the D
I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
Before I put my AK back up on the shelf
Cause I put in work like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me comin, nigga run

[Hook]
See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
A fuckin' menace to society

[Verse 2: Sadat X]
Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms
The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin'
Six girls cryin' wild cause money had a child
A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin' I could get away from buckin'
She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard
Tell my moms I ain't leavin' my crew said to stay
My crew I'm believin' so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. they always say they'll set it off
And if I choose, who's somebody might die
And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk

Typed by: miguelv2000@hotmail.com

[Intro: CL Smooth]
"To bring you down"
Bust it off
"To bring you down"
Uh make shot one time for the Mecca don
"To bring you down"
and the Soul Brother #1
"To bring you down"
Y'all get done with the YG Menace II Society
"To bring you down"
Feel the real steel, the hot metal
"To bring you down"
"To bring you down"

[Verse 1: CL Smooth]
It's the Killa Bee, kill rugged, skill vest often
And land your fuckin asses in a coffin, what
You see cold steel, you niggaz wanna mill'
Like Shaquille, O' Neal
Bullets are real, cock it back and then I peal off
Fuck the kamikaze Mecca is on the shotty hottie
The cops are runnin white chalk around your dead body
Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
They can't fight next night, twistalism by your gravesight

[Verse 2: Kenny]
Over, yes you over six feet under
You see, I'm not at ease you're diseased
A reason for the treason, hunt season
I'm from rabbit ordeal
Where niggaz kick the beer loungin' off block
Till the early morn', word is bond, another brother gone
Would've been bullshit, quick talkin with nines and banana clips
For million with bloodshed, the color red, two through the fuckin head
Man you're dead, Death Becomes You

[Hook][8X]
"So listen" - Slick Rick
"To bring you down"

[Verse 3: CL Smooth]
Infrareds locked on ya heads here come the feds
Freeze now when I squeeze hot metal breeze
Right through your arteries to bring you to your knees
I think he's dyin' black
I got the track to send you silly ass niggaz back
Snatch ya hoe stab ya pimp and watch him limp away
I fiend luchi till I'm fucked up old and gray
Hey dog I send you to the morgue
I'm from the Vernon ville blood spills shells drop

[Verse 4: Kenny]
And when it go pop-pop my glock hit that niggaz nut
Cause I'm one of the hard ox's smokin' motherfuckers like crack rocks huh
So back up, be ghost when I keep my toast Murder She Wrote yo
Fully equipped with this death blow, flippin'
Because I'm on the level like the rebel crazy bodies and tumbstones
Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed's right
Because ya tune from me let miss due
Strictly nigga Death Becomes You

[Hook][8X]
"So listen"
"To bring you down"

"So listen to what we say because this type a shit it happens everyday"

[Verse 5: Cl Smooth]
No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender
Just like Mohammed blowin' up the World Trade Center
The hellraiser burner blazer stressin' major caution
See the Mecca Don swirvin' a tongue like Jordan
Anything you cherish I perish, I'm here to roll
And now your bucks are big, and let out ya asshole
Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches
Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches

[Verse 6: Pete Rock]
Buck-buck-buck-buck rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission nigga
I shoots to kill when I pull the motherfucking trigger
I'm sick in the head I'm crazy I'm fuckin' wild
I swear to God I come from the P now
I'm Menace like Dennis so don't try to play me close
I wave my gun in the air yo I don't fuckin' care
It's Pete Rock on the mic check one, two
I got the glock nigga, Death Becomes You

[Outro]
"So listen"
"To bring you down"
"So listen to what we say because this type a shit it happens everyday"
"To bring you down" "So listen" etc.

I will climb the highest peak
Swim the deepest sea
I will cross the desert land
I would do anything for your love, yeah
(Unconditional love)

Oh...oh...oh...
I need unconditional love

Baby, once is not enough (No)
I can't live without your love (Oh, yeah)
Between the heavens up above
(Conditional) Conditional love

Some people say that I'm just an old fashioned guy
But I believe in love and all that it means
I can never say no to anything that you ask
And I really hope that you would do the same for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
How far will you go

It's about trust and honesty
And that's the way it's supposed to be
Unconditional love (How far will you go, girl)
It's about time (Time) and sacrifice (Sacrifice)
We pay the price (Do or die), it's do or die
Unconditional love (Unconditional love)

I don't know what to do, girl, I'm head over heels in love with you
And I need to know what it means to you, oh...oh...
With all this madness goin' 'round I really think it's time that we settle down
Be my only girl and I'll be your only man, tell me, girl

It's about trust and honesty
And that's the way it's supposed to be
Unconditional love (Tell me how far will you go, girl)
It's about time (Time) and sacrifice (Sacrifice)
We pay the price (Do or die), it's do or die
Unconditional love (I need an unconditional love, I will be there for you, baby)

It's about trust and honesty
And that's the way it's supposed to be
Unconditional love (Unconditional, girl, I'll be right there for you)
It's about time (Time) and sacrifice (Sacrifice)
We pay the price (Do or die), it's do or die
Unconditional love (I need an unconditional love, how far will you go)

I will climb the highest peak
Swim the deepest sea
I will cross the desert land
I would do anything for your love, yeah
(Would you do the same for me)

It's about trust
(Girl, now more than ever)
(It's important for couples to stay together)
(You know, with all this madness goin' around)
(You don't know what's gonna happen)

It's about time
(You see, baby, you need somebody in your corner)
(A man that's gonna stand by you when times get tough)
(And no matter what happens I'll be there for you)
(Can you say the same)

Baby, once is not enough (No)
I can't live without your love (Live without your love)
Between the heavens up above (Heavens up above)
Conditional love (Oh...yeah)

Baby, once is not enough (Once is not enough)
I can't live without your love (Live without your love, baby)
Between the heavens up above (Yeah...)
Conditional love

It's about trust (Trust) and honesty (Honesty)
And that's the way (You and me) it's supposed to be (Baby)
Unconditional love (Unconditional love, girl)
It's about time (Oh) and sacrifice
We pay the price (Yeah...), it's do or die
Unconditional love (Unconditional love, my-my-my-my-my-my baby)

It's about trust (Trust) and honesty (Honesty)
And that's the way (That's the way) it's supposed to be (Hey)
Unconditional love (Unconditional love, my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my baby)
It's about time (Time) and sacrifice (Sacrifice)
We pay the price (Do or die), it's do or die
Unconditional love

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

Awww yeah! All ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight
Just a little somethin for the Jeep
Turn my voice up a little bit and let's get this started
Comin to you live and direct from the 1986 version
Comin up to 1993
Of course, Premier on the beat
Now check it out

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

Ridin one day in a '92 Beamer
After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer
But look what she did, she went and had a kid -- no dad
And just released her ass out the rehab
You think she'd act like she don't know
She's still a hoe, but umm check my man for the show
"Hiiiii, DJ K-R-S"
She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up!
She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that!"
And went and got some other girl schemin for crack
In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about
I hit the ac-celerator and I was out!
I never check my man but I knew the plan
Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin they Superman
Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze
Crazy girls -- and wall to wall MC's
I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast
I'm thinkin of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise
She said, "Kris I really need a favor honey
My girlfriend here really needs some quick money!"
I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly
But I ain't stupid, she had that LOOK in her eye
I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack?
Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son"
I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months"
I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts
So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party
Except for the MC's, I knew EVERYBODY
She tried to let off a shot, one more time
But got stomped so bad, she turned to wine
No one could find Denise for several weeks
You know the time, on this '93 beat

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer
Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly
After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy
But of course, a million girls are in the lobby!
He saw a group of girls hangin out and lookin good
So he took one to his room because he knew he could
Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop"
She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?"
I knew my man down the hall had it all
So he called, down the hall, but homeboy wasn't there at all
He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there"
So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there
Oral sex in effect, or rather deep throat
But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat
As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke
She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke!"

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

* DJ Premier cuts n scratches "Oh yeahhh!" *

Yes Premier you know you rule hip-hop, an'
yes Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop, an'
yes Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop, an'
but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop!
When I'm Brooklyn, we rulin HIP-HOP!
When I'm in Jersey, we runnin hip-hop
Over in Brazil yes we rulin HIP-HOP!
Over in Germany we rulin hip-hop
But in New York, we rulin y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye
In New York, we rulin y'all to-NIGHT!
We come to rock you whether you black or you white
Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

* DJ Premier cuts n scratches "Boogie Down Productions" *

Typed by: dyls@whatmail.com

Yeah we got the cutthroats!!

I'm sick walking down the street
watchin niggaz
walk by, drive by
rockin me like bitches

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

watch ya step can kill for a set bitch, dont stop
open up ya eyes mothefucker just, whos next
comin at ya ruff for '93
its the hardest cutthroat mutherfuckerz
an puttin nigga causin shit
Yo, we gotta keep it hard
we gotta keep 'em jumpin
music for the niggaz that be bustin' headz open
lay back for a while
uncultivated stylez
niggaz get 'em up
get 'em up and get 'em wild

you got me rough tough, truly rockin wit the stylez
most niggaz wouldnt dream about a battle coz were wild
and the competition you be wishin
we start dissin coz you motherfuckers wouldnt listen
when we said we was on a mission
I'm cukoo for killin' so pussies wassup
I drink milk an I'm strong plus I dont give a fuck
yo I say we be large if the niggaz didnt rumble
the hemispheres would crash
and the planets would just crumble
so all ya niggaz waiting to fuck up my set
be my guest bitch-boy get wrecked
so all that kindness an killing
does it really attract?
yo Seb boy why ya talking
Stop lookin at me!!!!

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

yo I'm bald head slick an I came to get
whatevers in my path when I choose to get a grip
"ON THE TOOLE"
which I use to counteract and attack the unruly
wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful
Mr Potatoe Head- I made you
"yes I made you, Mr Potatoe head I made you
I made you, I made you
Mr Potatoe head I made you"
my killer is my enemy, fuck that gas me up shit
why'd you put it in my pocket!!
ya crack me up kid, ya stupid
I'm much more agile than ever
got more stylez than you whatever
I'm coming through baby-the choice is yours
coming against me, ya voice is torn into pieces
think its time that you really understood
that we are u,n,t,o,u,c,h,a,b,l,e
indesructable peewee
I dont give a fuck if you talk shit
I'll make you a follower
passin out leaflets
so beef this (beef what!?!)

stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me
stop lookin at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

yo I thought I saw a pussy nigga!
what! I did, I did
you steppin into the hardcore jerk
yo fuck that lets do this kid
now if a man step to ya face
and try and take ya man
do you a: walk away, or b: take a stand
yo we should rock this motherfucker
ah there you go my brother!!!
the lord giveth us the right to take another niggaz life
get behind me sahib
the precious lord is waiting
god giveth me the gun to make the pussy niggaz run
can I get the amen, AMEN!!
yo let the church sing along to this paragraph
"you got blood on ya face, ya big discrace
the mac-11 got religious all over the place"
you see the vibes are designed to deal with skrilla
sacred hill, ah
it make you think I smoke drugs, ah
ease up on the track 'coz ya weighing down my nuts
you know our shit is fat
but we never fucking sweat it
and all those demo tapes must be on some ship
we better flush your track when we come to it
all that church going shit doesn't really attract me
Id rather pull out my gun and kill a pawn
"STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Chorus

Typed by: OHHLA.com

* originally appeared on the Menace II Society soundtrack

(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
cash movin stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin crack viles

(Pimp C)
Back in the days they used to run up sayin Pimp C what ya know?
I tell em get this crack and get the fuckawayfrommehoe!
Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess
take a Brilo pad to the chest
now they won't leave me alone
cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

Chorus:

I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

(Pimp C)
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free
(Bun B) Now what did C?
I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers
Everybody in my faaamly was clockin loot
Sold my cadillac and bought a lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke
Now all them laws won't leave me alone
Cause they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones

Chorus

(Bun B)
Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs
Paid like a muthafucka clientel is growin
It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine
Got my money totalled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is comin up like the fuckin mob
My workers got workers everybody makin green
gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends

Chorus

(Bun B)
Business boomin daily, my product sellin fast
me and my nigga C is makin money out the ass
This shit is gettin silly dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail ain't no spendin time in jail
I gotta make the sales cause it's all about that green
Mo worker mo workers, my face ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean cause I keepin my respect
Ain't nobody out of line cause I got em all in check
I broke a cops neck cause he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1 now I got time to face
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over again!!!

Typed by: alan@dailymix.com

Intro:
(voice-over)

Yeah motherfuckers
Right back on your ass
Right about now we about to let you know that
Compton's in the motherfucking house
I got my niggas Dre and ? in this motherfucker
And my road dog KK
We gonna put niggas to sleep in the
Four-hundred three
Check

Verse 1:
(DJ Quik)
Yeah motherfucker right back up on your ass
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass
What you running for bitch? You fake Irish faggot
You got a big booty Everlast let me tag it
Cause you look like a Roman but you try to clown
I kicked you in your ass that's why you jump around
So don't try to fuck with a Compton nigga
And I'mma tell you who's Daddy fuck with a trigga
Now Daddy is the nigga getting head from your Mommy
Daddy is the nigga with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the nigga that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the nigga with your shit on his nikes
So don't be scared just be prepared
For when you dis a nigga that you won't be spared
Little white boy how the fuck you figure
No you can't fuck with a nigga

Chorus 1:

(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)

Verse 2:
(Hi-C)
Now there's a certain type of nigga that can make you sick
Motherfucking booty and ain't saying shit
But you have to start to stepping you ain't got no style
Your white is showing like Belinda Carlyle
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your ass in the pool
Mr. Everlast went up to the Hill
To steal a style from the brother B-real
Then these no-talent fools out here getting breaks
Who the fuck better make these wack-ass tapes
The homie said squash it and just let it slide
But I gotta shoot 'em down in the middle of the ride
I heard your head was big but I can still crush it
Every check you lay you know we have to flush it
Fuck it pass me the brew and let me swig a
Uhh it's the funky white nigga

Chorus 2:

(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You're a punk motherfucker with a
punk mother fucking crew)

Verse 3:
(KK)
The black fool from the other side
Watch me when I who-ride
Creeping up on you from the blind side
Now here we go hoe yo niggas bring it on
Four dogs barking in a dawn
Hey watch em all catch all your homies when they fall
Nothing but bullet holes left in the wall
KA tripping never caught slipping
Throwing three fingers to the fools that's [censored]
Say nigga don't you know what's up?
Coming up on to get you fucked up
Knuckle or the belt-buckle which way you want it?
It really don't matter I'm a be all up on it
KK all the way from LA
Still the same nigga up to no good
I'm signing out D Quik and my nigga Hi-C
Yo you can't fuck with a G

Chorus 3:

(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You're a punk motherfucker with a
punk mother fucking crew)

Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com

[Spice 1]
The trigga gots no heart (The trigga, the trigga)
The trigga gots no heart (The trigga, the trigga)

[Verse 1]
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no secondary shorts and
Slam dunk these bullets up in yo chest like Jordan
Menace to society, mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to make decisions and I'm quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody, Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my tech from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way, gangsta
Slangin' cola since the very very start
Much love for this game so the trigga gots no heart

[Hook]
Ain't no love trick, the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick, the trigga gots no heart
[* Gunshot *]

[Verse 2]
Release the trigga as I burn off the nigga
Nina put a cease on his Timex ticker
And the playas he can't give me no love
Cause I'm stuck on the corner in the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks and I duck when they fly by
Cause Killa Cali is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya better use that nina cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
And umm I'm takin' up a hobby
Maniac murdering, doin' massacre robberies
I'm twenty-two and I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no love gangsta
187 is a art cause the trigga gots no heart

[Hook]
Ain't no love trick, the trigga gots no heart
Ain't no love trick,
Me shootin' him up, me shootin' him up
If he don't give me my pay up
Ain't no love trick
Ain't no love trick,
Me shootin' him up, me shootin' him up
If he don't give me my pay up
Ain't no love trick

[Verse 3]
The trigga gots no heart
And I'll be damned if I'm broke old, pushin' on a shoppin' cart
They blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 o'clock and my hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat & watched them shoot my homie, seen his face crack
Oozie spray like Raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body, left the boy full
Of hollow tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my mail stack and let my hair platt
But my sweet sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse came and their triggas had no heart

Me kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock
Kill all man say kill all man say
kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock Glock

Yeah mon blam! The 187 fact man
comin' at yo' ass wit no love
Blam! Fuck ya man Pussyclot man
187 thousand G