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Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll |
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No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime? No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime *repeat* Verse 1: Dray, Books Yo yo Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt) We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G? I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting down hardcore clowns and love singers and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!) Police oppress me, MC's wanna stiggity stress me Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left you faggot MC's marked for death Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!) And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!) We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted Flooded in the triple black Benz 500 I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan Me and my man came to kick styles out the can Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke B-K-L-Y-N we no joke! Chorus Verse 3: Dray, Books Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys the 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin Niggas be actin shady!!!! so I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80 Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton Beg your pardon but MC's is a pain like ???? Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down My sound is strictly hardcore underground Chorus x1 1/2 |
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Intro/Chorus:
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime? No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime *repeat* Verse 1: Dray, Books Yo yo Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt) We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G? I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting down hardcore clowns and love singers and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!) Police oppress me, MC's want to stiggity stress me Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left you faggot MC's marked for death Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!) And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!) We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted Flooded in the triple black Benz 500 I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan Me and my man came to kick styles out the can Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke be |
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| 4:05 |
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Yo it's the slick, rugged dick, tripe nigga from the heights again
I'm gettin' nice again, enter pussies like mice and men So why pretend to be something that you aint you got me laughin to tha fuckin bank and plus I'll do ya something stank (nigga) I'm bad to the bone, gnaws on the gristle puttin the squeeze on niggas, so (what?) fuck mr. whipple if ya nibble on my ear, baby girl, it might tickle I drink Old E like Fred D drink the ripple Word ta God, niggas wanna play hard rock for doses, that shit got to go, i cock back, shot the flow, CAUGHT! now hook 'em to the respirator drip, the shit bag to his hip while he vision in tha escalator now play tha humble in the tunnel with the bright light at tha end of it, word is born time ta end this shit <chorus> here we go here we go yo, time ta get dough that's how it is yo, that's how it go x3 Guess who's next up ta flex, no need ta introduce we holdin down tha spot just like tha pimps do on the 40 deuce so here's the story, kid ya bore me, don't ignore me you gettin kills in my territory You think you're clever sun, but you never sun gonna get a chance ta fuckin con me like edison i think ya better run cause i'm comin atcha and what the fuck ya gonna do when i catch ya ya liddle bastid you'll get that ass kicked, when i blast it your gonna end up in a fuckin casket, i kicks tha mad shit i come ta show tha flow you're fuckin with a pro but i guess by now ya know, so <chorus x3> well now i gotcha niggas stumblin', i see ya fumblin, kill tha mumblin cause when i'm on tha track i'm never wack when i be rumblin' like this, like that, i'm fatter than the fattest, niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin baddes', you got tha status, but yo you're just a pussy, i'll fuck your girl i'll make her do that watussi you need protection when in my section, for the injection, another one in my fuckin collection I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it, till ya try it, i come deep like a riot, ya can't deny it, i keep it on lock, a forty and blunt ma'fucka and ya don't stop i'm on tha scene with tha nicotine puffa, i gut ya clean ta make your fuckin spleen rupture, nice with the ways since the days ask niggas, i know a lot of rap figures and pushin' crack niggas perhaps wack niggas need ta play tha back step i got styles for days, but styles aint even hatch yet hate me, but never violate me used to smoke a pound a week but i been gettin higher lately rhyme sayers need prayers cause snipers gettin hot when you make tha sign of the cross X marks tha spot L clips to my lips with my niggas to my side 3-80 sesh in the 3-25 oops i'm at the eight now, beast think I push more rock than mr slate, i'm fat like ricki lake, here we go. |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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Well on your marks and get set And cant forget to go Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe) Yo..you niggedy know that im back man Your wack man/i eat a nigga like i'm pacman I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella For reala packin more hits than lou pinella I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me You dont impress me Ey yo books bring the rest g... Uhh..one time for yo mind Eh yo what up its.. The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt We the ruffest dream team Reign supreme like a cutlass Get duckets the dough Cant touch the flow It's me the nigga wit g'z The b double o k-s On top that i'll bus your caliber When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas Your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got (blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop Chorus To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop) Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop) To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit) Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit) Eh okiedokie Next nigga ta quote me I hope he got more miracles than smokey Wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin Head rushin like gotti Your in my dangerfield like rodney So howdy/let me introduce for my peeps Straight from the sewer Sayin true to the streets Well it's me crazy drazy Bringin up the rear I swear/we got to hold it down here yeah So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up Turn the heat up And smiggedy smoke all the weed up Kids i beat up/wit my style thats the newest My crew is/runnin more ruckus than carl lewis It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block Chorus Yo mc's is irrelevant And delicate to the texture And this style of mines is well defined like webster Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber When i get stone like sharon from sliver Equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head... Well i connect my rhymes like lego So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco You need more than maaco I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul Im here to school yall Figgedy faggots like rupaul I throw a screwball and strike out the mc And if he temps me I knock em out like jack dempsey I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished Chorus |
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| 4:59 |
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Yeah, here it is
do it like this comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss.. here it is back up in the scene, here to make the green and niggaz out there know just what I mean I ride the beat like a jockey, short and stocky never sloppy the honeys wanna clock and knock me It don't shock me, I see it all the time, get a little fame and now a nigga look as fine as wine I know the game because I study me and my buddy ain't nuttin funny niggaz know the sewer style is nutty give me the money cuz I'm tryin to make a million rollin with my clique and yo we dick like a Sicilian bringing the drama for the masses whippin niggaz asses, so get ya glasses time for classes I take my chances, I gots to go for broke so knocka don't provoke, just chill and roll a smoke, It aint no joke I know you recognize the sound, It's diggety DAS EFX and this is how we gettin down here it is...etc. Dollar dollar dollar place your bets across the table one mo' time cuz its show time without the cable holdin down the spot and any wack penetrators is fallin to the flames of my rap incinerators I'm afraid I got some bad news for crews by the twos son it's hard like booze so don't snooze I'm throwin jabs, hooks and uppercuts to your face yeah, hittin you with the perfect combination like Stacie, that is sure I be the jibber jabber jour I'm gettin perilous the skunk derelict ghetto lyrical specialist say yes its thick the restless clique from PMD to fool with the Lexus whip now true indeed a few MC's they just don't know what they doin cuz when I smoke the blunt, nigga, they just had the blunt canoein' so yo, now I gotta dis cause niggaz piss me off the way that y'all be rhymin if you want like Doggie Diamond Here it is... Crazy Trazy, holding down the block I riggedy rock the miggedy microphone nonstop, you bitin rappaz better exit cause when I flex it you won't neglect it cuz when you least expect it kid I wreck shit bring it from the sewer miggedy mic check can't forget the one two-a the incredible man of the season here's the reason its the rhymes I'm releasing It aint no joke that's how we do it nowadays bring it from the sewer wreck shit and then we sways another dat another buck-fuck what nigger please I'm overdue wit these foes niggaz I'm bustin out ya toes to get ya dancin son I even got my crew makin hits like Charles Manson kids nappin, can't forget the ransom. I'm not so handsome so when I pickup my pen my temper tantrum overcome it like voodoo, and I'm rougher than bruise you sharp like cold crystal yo my niggaz told istal? I don't eat the beef pork or the goat tissue black I blast a missile penetratin through ya radar hey star ya style's horrible like fuckin Haggar hip hip hooray-K A the eye swella the one who be hittin the bitches blue black to high yella It's the boogie banga better yet the banger of the boogie A black Champion like my hoodie Here it is.... |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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Skoob and dray giving shoutouts*
Chorus: Well give a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) *repeat x3* Verse 1: skoob Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah) So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker than your pasta I got more styles than most mc's can master I'm (what? ) d-wilin, (what? ) three stylin (what what? ? ) regardless Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper) I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper) Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid) Cookin the flows (what? ) to make your toes wanna tip (tip) I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip) You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop) Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot) It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor shit Click-click now I'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah) Chrous: So get the buck-buck (here) And the buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the (air air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (buck here) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there there) From the front to the (yeah rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (there there give em) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah) Verse 2: dray Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis) You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin venus Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny) I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy Wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah) Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya (yeah) I do this, they be like who dis? (who dis? ), I break the answer (answer) Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer) So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow Niggas on my jive (why? ) because I rock like a camaro Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow) Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly) Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me! (ya hype be), I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah) Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit) I flex shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled Banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo) Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!) I'm risin in your ? ? ? ? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me) And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga choose me) Chorus: So give a buck-buck And a buck-buck there From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the air *repeat to fade* |
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Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll |
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| 11. |
| 5:33 |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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Intro:
*alright* (x16) No doubt Aha, see what you want baby? Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out Verse 1: skoob To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ? Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga) Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) Some say I got too much posse like flavor flav Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what? ) Ci-lo satan when I hit you with the triple 6 Your shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives Shittin on mc's like I just took a laxative Now niggas know I gives a f**k about'cha crew You try to keep up but got stuck like the two Between nevers and atlantis, I kicks a frantic And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet Like this, boy! Hook: *alright* (x8) Verse 2: dray Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects Bring ya from the east so f**k the peace so if you spot us You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!) You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh) Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) We're blowin up your f**kin spot (no doubt) Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this It's a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices My advice is you better learn a trade Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**kin gettin sprayed I keep you open like you're f**kin sessin me You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y Use to rock fila, bettin like I'm eli With houston your style in need of boostin Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin I put my dues in so you know it's only right I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga) Chorus (x14) Verse 3: dray, skoob To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic The shit the man kick'll make ya f**kin ass sick I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it I make it by the bucket so f**k it, I stock it It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherf**ker) Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I wreck F**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker) That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again The books in reverse kicks a verse I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot I bring swing to the ring like luke doover Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians Me get done? never son, I hold it down for 7-1-a Where niggas f**k around and where niggas lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin Plus I got another back in the oven Some heard the style and then construction on it But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll blow ya spot I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox (so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they f**kin girl and (what you Got? ) More styles than the last got served (no doubt) So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt) Chorus to fade |
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| 4:48 |
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Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what??
Yeah what? Intro/Chorus: Got ta hold it down Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock *repeat x3* Verse 1: Dray, Skoob I be the man droppin the slang on your premises We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for? Yiggity yeah The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?" Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?) "Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis" but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject Chorus Verse 2: Skoob, Dray *?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this riggity mic, my target's the underground market I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera The miggity mad dred night predator Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!" Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last I took a breather now we snipin off the roof We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it Chorus Verse 3: Dray, Skoob But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches we never changing faces like them two singin bitches So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana I briggity break the dame, we roll the game In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta.... Chorus (x2) Outro: Dray Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop (Got ta hold it down) Hold it down, keep it on lock Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop Hold it down, keep it on lock The young and the restless, word we don't stop Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad) Hold it down, keep it on lock My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop Hold it down, keep it on lock |
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| 3:46 |
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Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same Verse 1: Dray, Skoob Yo Well if the honeys think I'm stuck up, I tell em "Shut the fuck up" and you can get'cha man, I bet a grand he gettin broke up So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly Really? We're on the road again just like Willie Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls I guess you must be ready to die like Biggie Smalls Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the Evans but fuck the Good Times, we packin weapons Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign Puttin MC's thru style change And if you want me then you got to come get me I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50- 1, two rum shots chased precise Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice Thinkin I might beat the hurt, I'm not him And I'ma get paid and fool like Rakim Chorus (x2) Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Well here I come, word, yo this be my third release I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace to the crews payin dues in the background How my rap sound? Yo Boogie Banger bring it back now Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out Actin fly, jack passed me by Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye No lie, see I fry your crew til they sizzle Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack Backs before I put a whoopin on that ass Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like Riddick Admit it, I'm right to rough so tighten up I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what? Chorus (x4) To all the niggas gettin high Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high To all the bitches actin fly Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same *shout outs* |
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Intro/Chorus: Comin thru' wit my crew like this Aah I'm wit my crew like this comin thru Comin thru wit my crew like this Uhh wit my crew like this Comin thru wit my crew like this Boy what? Wit my crew like this Comin thru wit my crew like this Uhh wit my crew like this Verse One: Dray Skoob Well yo it's 1995 this the way my crew troop I be the Krayzie Drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop like to be a rapper nowadays is real handy that's why all these niggas wanna be down like Brandy They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal and I been drinkin St.Ives before dem commercials I puff a el everytime I gotta write again so I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman Yo yo, I be the Books but don't confuse me with Scholasis Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin Flavor like twice so you better rise up Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up No ruggle, I'm bout to shove anover blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty Comin thru' Chorus Verse Two: Dray, Skoob I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like Ziggy Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me kickity Krayzie Drayzie on the mic so what you want G? I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin This ain't Craig Mack but black you know the flave I briggity break that ass up just like Super Dave I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck? Shit is on and my palms don't sweat Forty days and nights get in some fights to get this style piece and on before this water mic scored Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin for dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavour distortin my behaviour (Check it out) Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the Grammys It's the Books, style underground Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit and when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this Comin thru Chorus (Comin thru wit my crew like this) Comin thru, what? Blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss (Comin thru wit my crew like this) (Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this) Uh comin thru *conversation to end* |
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| 4:43 |
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Intro/Hook (x2)
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!! (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*No I, no I ain't smilin*) Verse 1: Dray Yo, yo I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?* Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos- -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it cos yo... Hook (x2) Verse 2: Skoob, Dray Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it Uhh Hook (x2) Verse 3: Skoob Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2 Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut Bring it! Hook (x2) HARDCORE!!! *repeat* |
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| 2:20 |
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(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) (x8)
(skoob) Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas Nervous (nervous) Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *? kervis? * (I rule the world) Blow, yo I get dough, la rockafella, nigga please I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella I swella f**k up on some other shit, rougher shit I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee Flip the slaughter, f**k a quarter nigga A second wasted is a dollar lost Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island (pmd) It's pmd up in the sector, I wreck the microphonin I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin Kid I'm zonin, it's on and I'm back up on the block (aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, I represent the dock (dock) Puls I knock (what? ) niggas out the box quickly Kid I'm strictly motherf**kin business so get wit me Yo scratch hit me so I can do my thing and blow the spot (dray) It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what I got Check the clock if you don't know the f**kin timin Well I'm rhymin, I'm shinin like a motherf**kin diamond Kill the whinin cos I'm in effect like this (yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah (what? ) ya catch a bullet in ya gut And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt Hut one two, hut three We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g Uhh, what? ? ? (*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) *repeat to fade* |
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| 3:59 |
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Well on your marks and get set And cant forget to go Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe) Yo..you niggedy know that im back man Your wack man/i eat a nigga like i'm pacman I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella For reala packin more hits than lou pinella I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me You dont impress me Ey yo books bring the rest g... Uhh..one time for yo mind Eh yo what up its.. The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt We the ruffest dream team Reign supreme like a cutlass Get duckets the dough Cant touch the flow It's me the nigga wit g'z The b double o k-s On top that i'll bus your caliber When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas Your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got (blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop Chorus To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop) Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop) To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit) Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit) Eh okiedokie Next nigga ta quote me I hope he got more miracles than smokey Wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin Head rushin like gotti Your in my dangerfield like rodney So howdy/let me introduce for my peeps Straight from the sewer Sayin true to the streets Well it's me crazy drazy Bringin up the rear I swear/we got to hold it down here yeah So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up Turn the heat up And smiggedy smoke all the weed up Kids i beat up/wit my style thats the newest My crew is/runnin more ruckus than carl lewis It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block Chorus Yo mc's is irrelevant And delicate to the texture And this style of mines is well defined like webster Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber When i get stone like sharon from sliver Equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head... Well i connect my rhymes like lego So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco You need more than maaco I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul Im here to school yall Figgedy faggots like rupaul I throw a screwball and strike out the mc And if he temps me I knock em out like jack dempsey I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished Chorus |
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