Enter gentlemen, your seats You been brought here for a task Only universal soldiers are for (yeah) begin
Thee elite fleet tall and proud See if you can pick the livest one out the Mc's you won't be next year
M.s. comin' the rear
M.s.: We see your kind many (many times) Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips M.s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your crack For who card shit I turn styles like the door Bring ya more but it don't because me and squad bogard For so long we the dumb shit that some do These bum crews runnin' around ravin' they one twos So act like you want it that babble you call rap dukes I brings it to your while originoo gunn clap you And it's no I keep your whole crew under pressure Heltah skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my by the stretcher to get ya So open up wide and And see who stands before eyes in the 9-5 Coping my high feeling the lye as it kick A big of my brain of this chickenhead I stuck my dick in
Top They call me top dawg, top of the year Flowin' with my grown dreads and army gear When I come through with my bucktown You better be on point because we might be for you All y'all punany snake remind me Why we roll strickly in the 90's Come try we if you wanna, we gwan flex niggas necks Then hop on the horse get up with my elite fleet So we can x amount of ganja weed 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 punk gwon dead Fuck all bullshit, it's time to get red
Lil' (of the representitives): Representitives coming up form the rear You're missing in action no for relaxin' We mental thoughts that'll blow this nations back in No need this zone unknown Cause we travel to explore when the then bring the trophy home
(of the representitives): Just in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine Supreme brings pain to your you can't hang (you can't maintain) in the where guns click 13 thee elite we don't miss
rock: Cause we be the squad the representitives Lil' rock and supreme aka gen grim and mr. Lord don't want to be to hurt shit wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it's worth kid
And thats all catch a black from black Niggas that slack off I'm breakin' glass jaw So ask for, forgiveness to end The representitives mean
starange: Yo I'm pass me the motherfuckin' mic Rock ya like robbin', I ya like spike Lee, cooler then ? That's bitches tell me, strickly rugged Run and tell ya momma she loves it Hold it down like my niggas when pissing ou in public But you know and spolice spot you lock you But my nigga hocktu got you to knock you Senseless cause against this you Don't even nigga you weak, strengthless So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash Ash hole m16 steam through my It's all about the storm fuck what you're Gun clapper one a.k.a. starange wondah
Yo it's the nigga bad vybes up from the rear
Bad Now you know bad want this done so I To some next shit in 9-6 like fuck a But I squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties And turn to my committee and here shit a 50 Percent fake a your face 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) could refuse a bottle Of pain my turn to words of ellen fakin' jacks while I'm dishin' out the smacks g You riff tracks how you feel with ruegs in your back
Playin' clean for thee elite fleet we call him shocker Second source out the shock like blanca you hit I split them shit's get broken like bridges With bitches all they see is riches ya softly, something unlawfully Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food I you One that ass is dead It's just no fair you the rules nigga I don't care 3 you fall take no more All bullshit hot pops out that front door of it punk bitches I know you dug it Shit ya then boulder rocks labeled granite elite fleet jeeps take me home Buffalo batted and meson saved the
Well we have all come to an agreement Along with our darkside connection heltah We now be known as magnum force You all have your orders, we have come to a agreement is adjourned But first leave girlfriends new britches in the basket
"yuu won't be around year" --> craig mack, flava in ya ear