Enter gentlemen, your seats You have been brought here for a Only soldiers are brought for (yeah) Let's
Thee elite stands tall and proud See if you can the livest one out the crowd Mc's you won't be around year
M.s. comin' from the
M.s.: We see your many times (many times) off your guns lettin' your lips flap M.s. will your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack For who card shit I turn like the door knob Bring ya more but it matter because me and squad bogard For so we hear the dumb shit that some do These bum crews around ravin' with they one twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap I brings it to your grill originoo gunn clap you And it's no doubt I keep whole crew under pressure Heltah skeltah stalkin' ayo my sides by the stretcher to get ya So open up and wreckognize And see who before your eyes in the 9-5 Coping with my high feeling the lye as it A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead I stuck my in
Top call me top dawg, top dawg of the year Flowin' with my grown dreads and army gear When I come through with my crew You better be on because we might be looking for you All punany snake niggas remind me Why we strickly bootcamp in the 90's try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex Break necks Then hop on the iron horse get up my elite fleet So we can smoke x amount of weed It's if you wanna get high But when you enter this session make you got lye Cause we smoke mad sensi Original fortified blunt heads Nuff said punk gwon dead Fuck all that bullshit, time to get red
Lil' (of the representitives): coming up form the fuckin' rear You're missing in action no for relaxin' We packin' mental thoughts that'll blow this nations in No need this zone unknown Cause we travel to explore when the goals bring the trophy home
(of the representitives): Just in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine Supreme brings pain to your frame you hang (you maintain) in the mist where guns click 13 deep thee we don't miss
Lil' we be the squad called the representitives Lil' rock and aka gen grim and mr. perfect Lord want to be known to hurt shit Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for it's worth kid
And thats all a black from black pull that slack off I'm breakin' they glass jaw So ask for, forgiveness to end The representitives mean
starange: Yo I'm hype me the motherfuckin' mic Rock ya robbin', I clock ya like spike Lee, cooler then ? That's what bitches tell me, strickly Run and tell ya cause she loves it Hold it down like my niggas when they ou in public But you know and spolice you they lock you But my hocktu got you ready to knock you Senseless cause against this you Don't even speak nigga you weak, So all them keeping they eye on the cash flow Ash hole m16 steam through my It's all about the storm fuck what under Gun clapper number one a.k.a. wondah
Yo it's the nigga bad vybes creepin' up the rear
Bad Now you know bad want this done so I To some next shit in 9-6 fuck a bitch But I quickly squeeze up on your ass and titties And turn to my committee and score here a 50 Percent fake a move your meet cement I know a lot of want to test the vybes But most of y'all get fried like on the side (lone desperado) never refuse a bottle Of pain my stomach turn to words of Chumps fakin' while I'm dishin' out the smacks g You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in back
Playin' sweep for thee elite fleet we call him shocker Second source out the storm shock blanca Games you hit I split them get broken like bridges bitches cause all they see is riches Hit's ya softly, unlawfully the mask and cream and can the dog food I warned you One strike that ass is It's just no fair you know the rules I don't care 3 you fall can't no more All that bullshit hot out that front door Enough of it bitches I know you dug it Shit ya rougher then rocks labeled granite Stoney fleet jeeps take me home batted and meson saved the chrome
Well gentlemen we all come to an agreement with our darkside connection heltah skeltah We will now be as magnum force You all have orders, we have come to a successful agreement is adjourned But leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket
"yuu be around next year" --> craig mack, flava in ya ear