High 'Til I Die .......... 2Pac

Motherless Child .......... Ghostface Killah

Just Doggin' .......... The Dogg Pound

Back At You .......... Mobb Deep

Are You Ready .......... Aaliyah

It's Alright .......... Groove Theory

Elements I'm Among .......... Queen Latifah

Keep On, Keepin' On .......... MC Lyte

Hoop N Yo Face .......... 69 Boyz

For The Funk .......... Adina Howard

We Don't Need It .......... Junior M.A.F.I.A.

All Uv It .......... Big Mike

Thangz Changed .......... Onyx

Shorty's Game .......... Miles Goodman

High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop

Game rules
Ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind
So my nine rules
Time to make wieght
Niggas gettin' crazy paid
Hate bitches for the games they play
So nigga
Pull quick
But better be quicker
Than the next mutha fucka
On the trigger
Cause I'm static
Startin' to be a fuckin' habit
Gotta keep my automatic
Or get my ass kicked
When I'm travelin'
It's kind of puffin'
I drive a bucket
Little Thug Life nigga
Screaming Fuck It
I love to throw my middle finger to the police
And no bucks, no justice, no peace
I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out
[coughing]
Yah nigga getting assed out
Rollin' and my niggas
Glass out
Drving fast
Talking to bitches
Whipping cash out
I'm with my niggas
So fuck the suckas
I'm bucking brothas
Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas
Causing ruckus
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober

High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop
I'm High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
Shit don't stop
The shit don't stop

Lord help me save me
Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker
Trying to duck an early grave
In the city where you can't tell the fakes
From the snakes
Enemies from phonies
Friends from your homies
Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock
Till his ass get shot
Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease
Claiming Peace
Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me
Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me
Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me
But before they never knew me
Rather die then let yah
Play me for like a Busta
And with my glock
I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka
Hey don't let that movie fool yah
Let me school yah
Screaming Thug Life nigga
When I do yah
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober

[Till the end of song]
High 'Til I Die
Loced 'Til they smoke me
The Shit don't stop
Til my casket drop

[Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child]
(Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire
No doubt!

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat
Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof
Playin' on the roof sayin'
we need a next man to shoot...

[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...]

[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin
Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea
About the size of Little Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten
I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now
Warfare and pull delf
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out
Don't move don't even flinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash
Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass
Damn, had to go out with a blast
I shot my way up out of the Albee fast
[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child]
Oh shit, what the fuck?
This shit is horrible.

It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
Back up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I hit you hard as I can
You talk shit once but never again

Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that ass
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his ass
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel
While your mind is comin where your body is chill
As I mob with tha pound and my nigga Nate Dogg
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherfuckers wanna see like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs

It's like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U-R-U-P-T
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap

And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherfucking CPT(a baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with the niggas from the LBC
And now they fuckin up the whole rap industry

Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat Nigga Daz
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope
So till yo ass dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothafuckin homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothafuckin doggs from the LBC

Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, nigga
Remember, I'm murderin niggas as a hobby
Bodies get battered for fuckin with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to fuckin chest start
Do I give a fuck (hell no) I'm a locc nigga
Who you tryin to provoke(nigga) step up, get smoked nigga
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin
Niggas talk shit I won't write and start dumpin
Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk ass middle fuckin mark niggas, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me
See, motherfuckers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our bitches like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle
Bitches, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin
I step the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap
So for tryin the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a glock
And it just don't stop
I check every nigga known that's tryin to check me
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
Oh, so I'm headed out the door

Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you bitch
After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no shit
From the busta ass niggas, Bell it out shit
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice

Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin for the nigga to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherfuckers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't care

See I don't love them hoes
I like a butta nose
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so
How, I thought you knew, but now you know

Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin

[Havoc]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats - they never rust, fin' to bust
You get touched, blessed with the real side of life
Just enough - you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic
Laid down nigga eyes visualize bad perception
Major interference shoot your upper body section
I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body
Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin
Presentin.. the hollow tip crew
Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through
Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted
No second thoughts, cause my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed (bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red)
I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread)
Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled
with the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back
with the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin era
Your shorty set you up you betta dead her
Hunger for the cheddar big Benz or better
Armeretto sours, alcohol consumption
While you - runnin we thumpin
Due to the fact +The Infamous+ is bumpin
Ice grill, son you frontin

Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)

It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back

[Prodigy]
Welcome to the fact that, here take that
Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, already ran through
Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after?
(What is it what is it?) The forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin stainless
Crimes heinous, to all my niggaz hold your bangers
Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then
The fuck you said? I'll be right back with mac's then
blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion
Give him what he ask an' fill you in on what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
to spread team across planet, expand shit
Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
Fourteen years old, shorty from round way
Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day
But why did my life have to be this way?
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
My loot give recoup, razors in my suit
case they try to troop me to the Island
I'm known for start whylin
Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash piled in
Peep this, dome we'll blows on some nose and teeth shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
Pull back the big fifth for niggaz who wiff
Them niggaz you with
Then I'm on the next light, gettin bent in the clouds
On my way down South for international crowds

(Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin money kid
Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son..)

Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)

It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back

{*ad libs to fade*}

Chorus:
Representin' for the ladies
Hangin' outside
Takin' in light
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)
Breakin it down for the fellas
Keepin' it smooth
Keepin' it tight
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)

1st Verse:
Hey You
I heard
You wanted to partay
Well I
Feel The Same
So I'm willin' to show ya
What the music does to me oh baby

Hook:
It's in the rhythm and it's givin' me emotion (Givin' me babe)
I often find it in strong culiminic potion

(There's no way around this groove
And I have come back to thank you ooooooooooooooo)

Chorus:
Representin' for the ladies
Hangin' outside
Takin' in light
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)
Breakin it down for the fellas
Keepin' it smooth
Keepin' it tight
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)

Verse 2:
Tonight is Right
We're having a good time
And just lay back
And Relax
It's time and you know it
Because I'm coming straight to you
Ya Know

Hook:
It's in the rhythm and it's givin' me emotion (Givin' me babe)
I often find it in strong culiminic potion

(Music always makes me smile)

Chorus: 2X
Representin' for the ladies
Hangin' outside
Takin' in light
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)
Breakin it down for the fellas
Keepin' it smooth
Keepin' it tight
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)

Bridge: 2X
It's been a long time
Since we partied all night
Like tonight
Are You Ready
(Are You Ready)

Chorus: Until Fade
Representin' for the ladies
Hangin' outside
Takin' in light
(You know I'm comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)
Breakin it down for the fellas
Keepin' it smooth
Keepin' it tight
(Aaliyah's comin' back, Tell me if you're ready)

texttext

Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch
to bein'
actors, image is all ya after, ho galacta in the lip, the clappers and
the clips will
flip a flow like divine be turnin' tricks. Ima take mine wactha like
when the beat
come soft, I leave darkness where there used to be your front teeth. I'm
heartless,
when it comes to havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but
testin' us ain't
the smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or
get yo' ass
whooped behind what ya mouth did. You need more "Hail Mary's" than a
catholic,
yo ass aint slick I'll mess your shit quick. I got connects, I get stuck
like glue stand
to the F you I had to make it so your parents forget you. Cause if I let
you get
over and then I pass you, think you can do it on a reg so Ima wreck you.

CHORUS
Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be gettin' done, but over
dumb
reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among, these none. Betta
check it out
before you become one. Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be
gettin'
done, but over dumb reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among,
these
none. Betta check it out before you become one.

Now you said no tricks in '86 it's time to build, now we gone be pushin'
'96 and
niggas still gotta kill. Tryin to keep it real... but is it really real?
If you could fly
is it? Get between my legs, you fuckin kid you'd be the man but hold ya
head.
Because if a fifth was a fifth we all be drunk... nigga dont, put no
yayo in my
blunt. I just, wanna bring the funk like a puma.. yo wannabe niggas is
fired or be
the ill reputed. You throw shade, I throw it too, more than you can
chew... I get
back at you, lyrically hack at you. I keep the facts here, I keep it
real hell yeah, I
keep the facts there, dont make me hate you like a papsmear, thats
where, I get
ticked, matter fact in the '96 I'm also pistol grip pump on my lap at
all times shit.
Niggas be on some black on black crime shit. And I can't let it slide
cause I'm
terrified that I might be the next homocide, the pound is on my side.

CHORUS
Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be gettin' done, but over
dumb
reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among, these none. Betta
check it out
before you become one. Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be
gettin'
done, but over dumb reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among,
these
none. Betta check it out before you become one.

Niggas be all in my face like government be in my check, every time I
pick up the
mic and begin to wreck. But right now my job is more important than a
nigga,
I'm in to peace, its so tricky this ain't the way I figured. An evident
I wasn't
raised that way, we kicks a grip to stay that way, and I'm tryin' to
stay "forever
free," like AZ... baskin' in the riches of this hip hop M U S I C.
'Cause when the
east is in the house, "Oh My God!" Is right. I know girls that's givin'
niggas fair
fights, so you damn right. Ima stick up for mine, like a queen at a bee,
and Ima
get my own rythm wihtout a "G". Hey, if ya kiddie come come, well ya
need to
run run, like a bee yall get stomped, by my diggy dumps dumps, all
because of ya
tounge. And I'll be lampin' in the sun when the day is done.

CHORUS

B-Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
Before I make you suffer That's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
Surely I can, if you the man.
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice.
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy to enter me ang
get it on.
You're gettin' warm.
I can feel you getting closer.
Now baby, down this Mimosa.
You better believe it's time to give a toast to.
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played.
Get vex and I'm bound to throw shade.
All over your body.
Who's body?
You're body.
I can rock a party like nobody.
Leavin' time to take home the loot.
Choosy about who I let knock my boots.
Now let me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte.
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right.

CHORUS:

Keep On' Keepin On, Cause you came and you changed my world.
Your love so brand new. Keep on keep kickin' on. Doin it right, right,
right... Ah, ah, ah....

Beware of the stare when I step into peace.
I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released.
Now who from the chosen shall I choose?
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes.
I found me a new nigga this year.
That know's how to handle this here.
Now I look forward to goin' home at night.
Brother does mo right.
Under the candlelight.
Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that?
I guess I can.
Can I, why not?
If I wanna guess I can. Can I?
More honey than a bumble-bee hive.
Pulling 69 ways in my archive.
Sweet like licorice.
Sugar for my booga.
Juicy like Hi-C. Or an Icee.
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check.
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat.
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to.
As I procede to Open up and feed you.
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be.
Been I can, I get rid of all company.

CHORUS

Many have tried strict regulation.
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation.
Those that didn't perform well.
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell.
You're playing with my time.
Trying to jerk me hurt me then dessert me.
You better work me.
While you got the oppurtunity.
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E.
Only the strong survive.
Only the wise excel.
Once said by my born-in-hell.
Only the lonely die slowly.
Left all alone try to control me.
Easy does it never ask how was it.
Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets.
Cause that ain't cool. And that ain't cute.
To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot.
But it's all good, though you gotta get it when you want it.
Like your prey, make your move and hop up on it.
It's natural. Never be ashamed.
Fuck the fame. Get the name, and kick the game.

Buy Me!

aint ready so ya better belive that uhh yall aint ready yall aint ready
so act like ya know that yall aint ready yall aint ready what we gon do
now?

Hoop all in yo face gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo
face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo face gonna
hoop
all in yo face one time gonna ho-o-o-o-p all in yo face

So you wanna go toe to toe but that aint wise to do now I suggest that
you think this through and then go call your crew 'cause you 'gon need a
little help, a matter of fact all the help you can get'cause country folk
from the dirty south aint the folk to play with. now I'll admit sometimes
some folks just understand but on the real it appears to me you gon learn
fist hand now if thats the deal on how you feel then name the time and
the place and me and my crew will be glad to hoop to da hoop all in yo
face baby.

hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face yah baby hoop all in yo face
gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo face gonna hoop
all
in yo face what we 'gon do now hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

yall aint ready yall aint ready come on now yall aint ready yall aint
ready so ya better belive that yall aint ready yall aint ready yeah baby
yall aint ready yall aint ready one time

we aint tryin to scare ya up yall we lettin' you know that it aint no
games when it comes to the 65 plus 4. 'cause we take time to do it right
uh and that there's for sure and once we do it you best belive it's not
to be done be no more 'cause we take pride in dustin' chumps off like it
no thang so if you and your little crew still belive yall can hang then
do just like I said before and time and the place and me and my boyz do
the do heee-oop in yo face

hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all in yo
face gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo face gonna hoop
all in yo face one time hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

Dawg maybe you can explain 'cause I dont understand how you 'gon
hang
when you aint even munch the man sittin' next to the man dont get me
wrong you still get respect 'cause we were raised like that to get with
this crew and let me tell you it aint no day like thar now I done said
all I'm gonna say and I won't sat nothin' else 'cause you got the facts
and it's up to you on how you gonna play yourself but if you decide to
get with crew you better bring the base 'cause once we start we aint 'gon
stop till you get hooped up in yo face

hoop all yo face gonna hoop all in yo face one time hoop all in yo face
gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo face gonna hoop all in
yo face come on now hoop all in face gonna hoop in yo face

yall aint ready yall aint ready yeah baby yall aint ready yall aint
ready one time yall aint ready yall aint ready so ya better belive that
uh yall aint ready yall aint ready so act like ya know that

the ville wanna (hoop) o-town wanna (hoop) miami wanna (hoop) tampa
wanna
(hoop) atlanra wanna (hoop) chi-town wanna (hoop) new york wanna
(hoop)
L.A wanna (hoop) dallas wanna (hoop) alabama wanna (hoop) carolina
wanna
(hoop) milwalke wanna
(hoop) memphis wanna (hoop) everybody wanna (hoop) come on now

hoop all in yo face gonna hoop al in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo
face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now

yall aint ready yall aint ready yall aint ready yall aint ready yall
aint ready...(fade out)

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[Ceas]
Yea-uh, fuck that, yo, I want some pussy tonight
I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Only because she got some money for me and shit
I think about fuckin her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it
How you spell cash? C's and some hash
At last, a nigga kickin game full blast
How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles
Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel
And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your way to my king sized bed
And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head

Chorus:
Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it
Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it

[Lil' Kim]
Some bitches do and some bitches don't
Ride a dick til he bust-shit I know I won't
Niggas cum too fast for me
A waste of a good dick if you ask me
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it
All I get, few strokes that's it
This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit
Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy
This nigga here bust off snorin
He straight, I knew this date would be borin
I wanna wake him up to do his duty
Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty
You wanna steal the pussy like a thief
Now kiss the lips without the teeth
So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
Goodnight to you too boo

Chorus

[Cease]
Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington
But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo)
Well if he cum up on your chest slow
If not then your not down with me
Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G.
Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate

Chorus

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[Onyx - all talking]
Official Nast'! Word is bond
Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy
Word up, Official, Official, Official, Official
Word up, check me, I'm the Official, Nastee
It's like that, yeah it's like this
Son hold up, what up what up
We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond
Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon..

[Fredro Starr]
A lot of things have changed since I grown up
Half my brothers got locked, half got blown UP!
From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street
But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat
SEE THERE'S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice there
Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!
My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorway
Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT!
We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just
tryin to stay warm, sippin ?Easy? Jesus!
Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin
They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)
There's days I can't remember like the 6th of December
I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)
This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers
Heard from Tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker
cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced
She not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hit

Chorus: repeat 2X

Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
Hell no, it's everywhere you go!

[Sonsee]
I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle
Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow
Just look around, EVERYWHERE, it's despair
It ain't no care here, and good times is rare
or seldom last long, they always fadin
when my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)
Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic
Too realistic, we goin this QUICK!
The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?)
Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spread
Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet
Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead
Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least
Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!

[Onyx]
Yo.. HEY!
cause where I'm from, the good die young
The sky is grey, we never see the sun
The ghetto life, is live and let live
on the day to day..

[Sticky Fingaz]
It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid woulda done
Went into the closet, got his pop's gun
Who need enemy when you got family?
It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)
See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment
Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin
Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!)
Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin
But where you gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO!
You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW
You can't run from your own shadow

Chorus

{*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}

[Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X)

{*ad libs and "Official Nast'!" to fade*}

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