[Noreaga - Lets it grimy! (get with that shit) What y'all get man? What gets murder unit (murder unit) or burn (burn unit) Get a real fuckin unit (real life fuckin unit) A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN (CNN!) My nigga on the motherfuckin fours (fours) We out y'all (what!) Yo, yo.. we out y'all!
Capone-N-Noreaga] [N] I say I really give a fuck [C] Why do don't really give the [N] Cause I don't really give a [C] So we don't give the fuck [N] You roll with me? [C] Hell [N] What son what!? You roll with me? [C] yeah [N] What son what!? You roll with me? [C] yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' ride me? [C] yeah [N] son what!? You gon' die with me? [C] yeah [N] son what!?
Right bill I stack another war, story and track Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further What you playin the game, who gonna slash worker Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us Don't look for bail bail Criminal Court a judge holla "Father you sure?" Cats sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail I been as as I stealin free lunch I got the greats this old man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path I lead (I lead) Do in New York, money and murder Gentleman talk, like Atlanta Hawk No respect, on the stacks of the court I started off in the thing, triple it's on
[M.A.Z.E.] Ya livin a lie, spittin the same Its no room, no BI for in the game See me I, stay it pop Off the chain my diss and it rocks Movin the same is the strippin the I'm hot, glizzery from the bottom to top Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on hoes To off the killer in me Me and six slick through it (through it) Bronx to the con do it I see Don P calm as me, spazin dead on your cheek Like to my eye, shit, write it down sincere Get to say my in the air pipe down, put they mic down Niggaz scared that we even drop yet Yet year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest) The projects, I rep to my (rep it nigga!) X'd out hoes, we (X'd out hoes!) We ain't sharin or 'boes; see how we go?
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Keep the Mac the seat To fast niggaz to creep And my niggaz stayin with the hook go - what son what!? Like the shit go - son what!? See me in the hood With a hood though, with a little And we doing no good Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the Niggaz don't need no I rather, get head, I need no ass Fuck all of y'all, don't really rep for me I mean you, and you the set for me I'm in different vicinities, high with your enemies So niggaz better playin I get the M-One and just start sprayin Keep block on lock, so now you go Nigga, I sell like my name Alpo
It's no rumor what you hear about us in Or freight some young No protect the shot for your mug Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance get Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the they get Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you it down Ya niggaz, got it Pop and boo's Might fit, make you out of your jewels A little more Every sixteenth spit a more sicker Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga I it for the streets My and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's Thugging every week, out, Violator I'm wildin out MU and out, them hoes talkin about We off the yell dogg, the entire know song Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker
Huh? We say what son what!? Huh? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker) Yeah, we say what son what!? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say son what!? unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's What
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[Funkmaster Flex - end of Noreaga] Yeah, baby! Thugged Out! Shout to Moore Shout to my man Things is baby Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay) Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)