Enter gentlemen, take seats You been brought here for a task Only soldiers are brought for (yeah) Let's
Thee elite fleet stands and proud See if you can the livest one out the crowd Mc's you be around next year
M.s. comin' the rear
M.s.: We see your kind times (many times) Yappin' off your guns lettin' lips flap M.s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit For who card shit I turn styles like the door Bring ya more but it matter because me and squad bogard For so long we hear the shit that some do These bum crews runnin' around with they one twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap I brings it to your while originoo gunn clap you And it's no doubt I your whole crew under pressure Heltah skeltah smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher to get ya So up wide and wreckognize And see who stands your eyes in the 9-5 Coping with my feeling the lye as it kick A big of my thinkin' of this chickenhead I stuck my dick in
Top They me top dawg, top dawg of the year Flowin' with my grown dreads and army gear I come through with my bucktown crew You better be on point because we might be for you All y'all punany snake niggas me Why we roll strickly bootcamp in the Come try we if you wanna, cause we flex niggas necks Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite So we can smoke x amount of ganja It's alright if you get high But you enter this session make sure you got lye sense we smoke mad sensi Original dreads blunt heads Nuff said nuff punk gwon all that bullshit, it's time to get red
Lil' (of the representitives): Representitives coming up form the fuckin' You're missing in action no time for We packin' mental thoughts that'll this nations back in No need escape this zone we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home
(of the representitives): Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas Supreme pain to your frame you can't hang (you can't maintain) in the mist where guns 13 deep thee elite we don't
rock: Cause we be the called the representitives Lil' and supreme aka gen grim and mr. perfect Lord don't want to be known to hurt Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for it's worth kid
And thats all a black from black pull Niggas that slack off I'm breakin' glass jaw So ask for, forgiveness to end The mean buisness
Hurricane Yo I'm hype pass me the mic Rock ya robbin', I clock ya like spike Lee, s-t-r-a-n-g-l-e then ? That's what bitches tell me, strickly Run and tell ya momma cause she it Hold it down like my niggas when pissing ou in public But you and spolice spot you they lock you But my nigga hocktu got you ready to you cause against this you defencless Don't even speak nigga you weak, So all niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow Ash hole m16 steam my afro all about the storm fuck what you're under Gun clapper one a.k.a. starange wondah
Yo it's the bad vybes creepin' up from the rear
Bad Now you know bad this done so I switch To some next shit in 9-6 like fuck a But I quickly squeeze up on your ass and titties And turn to my committee and score here a 50 Percent a move your face meet cement I a lot of guys want to test the vybes But most of y'all get like eggs on the side (lone desperado) never could refuse a Of pain my stomach turn to of ellen Chumps fakin' while I'm dishin' out the smacks g You tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back
Playin' clean sweep for thee fleet we call him shocker source out the storm shock like blanca Games you hit I split them shit's get broken like bitches cause all they see is riches Hit's ya softly, something Smash the mask and and can the dog food I warned you One strike ass is dead It's just no fair you know the rules nigga I don't 3 you can't take no more All that bullshit hot pops out that door of it punk bitches I know you dug it Shit ya rougher then rocks labeled granite Stoney fleet jeeps take me home Buffalo batted and meson saved the
Well we have all come to an agreement Along with our darkside connection skeltah We will now be as magnum force You all have your orders, we come to a successful agreement Meeting is But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the
"yuu won't be next year" --> craig mack, flava in ya ear