| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 0:32 | 
|
|||
|
Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll |
||||||
 |
2. |
| 3:03 |
|
||
|
From the floor, keep it raw
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse 1: Dray, Skoob I heard that one man's loss, is the next man's gain I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain We leave a stain, ain't prayin (why?), cos the game's for kids It's diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave You blow the spot, baby face it, kids can't erase it or trace it, ya get'cha face lit, Books come lace it, what? Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat em Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em Flippin these lines like a polygraph, y'all niggas lolly dat Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair Low gear Benz's wit chrome wears, what we all here So don't stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ????? What you didn't know, this miggity might hurt Chorus: It's diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed It's the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Many people tell me this style is terrific It's diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed It's the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Yo Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie To Drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then I'm swayze Word, yeah, yo, yo Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air None of y'all bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi My crew be ill, time to move these mill's And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills Yeah, yo, yo Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team Chorus |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:05 |
|
|||
|
No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh
Sewer rats in ya area (feel that) (Worldwide) bout to make things scarier (No doubt) (Diggy Das) Diggy Das (Generation) Yo, yo, yo Intro/Chorus: If iggity-I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind Verse One: Dray Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime I bust No fuss, fully blown, Benz fully chrome Flips celly phone, Diggy Das, once again it's on It's Dray Boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me The big boys we're makin big noise Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys >From the corner to the stage, front page Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please So give a toast to the host, East Coast West Coast, this here's just a small dose Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie No lie, the platinum and the gold eye Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin Yiggity-yes y'all, I know one thing Chorus Verse Two: Skoob Yo, yo I pliggity-play the back like a NFL safety I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky and the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em Set up my office now e'rybody flossin If niggas is hot, I'm ultraviolet If niggas is fly then I'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that I sing kid, I'ma bring, so let me do my thing Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive Chorus Verse Three: Dray, Skoob Yo You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy Glocks to fight cops Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks Bubblegoose, fat Benz, fat Timbs Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle Yo What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines If iggity-I shine then you shine, the crew shine You rock the Benz, son, I rock the Range Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, I'm sayin forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double Chorus |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
|
Intro/chorus:
Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun You get to smoke weed and hold big guns Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds Verse one: 8-off aguilar Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys" My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *? terror dacquras? * and chrome Backwards Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest Racoons rap with your soloists if ? ? ? ? ? ? artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell Off those cells we're livin well In the '9-8-off, country club plink off While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off Chorus (x2) Verse two: nocturnal Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips A .45 under my armpit Another one in the glove compartment Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a regular On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in vegas? * An ounce of weed in every type of flavor Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos.... Chorus Verse three: das efx Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores Hit squad, second world tour Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs After, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , where? , in corridors Figgity-f**k walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos...... Chorus (x2) Outro: skoob Got the funds This rap shit was fun, kid We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:17 |
|
|||
|
Verse One: Dray, Skoob
Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo) Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX) My records spin round and round like a merry-go Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was Diggy Das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz Same pro (what?), never rock with the same flow My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow Aiyo, Boogie Bang what the deal, son? (Yo) For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun? Yo, when my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?) Flippin on coats like Latrell Sprewell My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up Not givin the one just give me ya cup We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers Shows get wild like Jerry Springer, ice on all fingers Frost bear, me and my girls fare New York share politican, so Hook: So yo set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off Set it off, get it off, let it off (Like that) I wanna break fool, cock me back Verse Two: Dray, Skoob Cos I'm too nice, rockin blue ice Jet black Ferrari runnin thru lights My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke ????, you can quote every word I wrote My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch BK, to the UK, all the way to Guatalupe Das got chicks shakin their booty Cats actin unrul-ey, who they? Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation Nuff respects to my EFX Generation Hook Verse Three: Dray, Skoob Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me Sixty, peace to low down shifty Strictly, send the world in a frenzy My mens be, laid up in the penzy Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again Devils stall, play the ball, went to Heineken Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk My talk, slidin with the sickedness You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya Smack you with a chair like a wrestler Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded Bring rhymes together like cleavage So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea Trees are blastin out my team, blast back Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that Hook (x1 1/2) |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:41 |
|
|||
|
Kick ass nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad Nine eight shit Chorus: das efx No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing Yo, it's diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon Lets get it on what what Lets get it on yeah yeah (drayz) Another new year, I got my crew here, lets get it on Miggity make money money! yo, son I got the bomb See me swervan, through the urban Black suburban, puffing urban Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon (lil fame) See I'm learnin, while I'm earnin Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin Who wanna get stuck up Or get f**ked the f**k up? Blucka, blucka blowe! Bitch nigga your lucks up (teflon) Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out Thug out, but rub out Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out Shit I set it for real when I bug out My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out (billy danze) Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out We represent the ruffhouse Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned At the thug house (tha'ts right) Now your facing a one of a kind dude Undefined dude, top of the line dude (skoob) Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here All my people up in here Its rough in here Bullets figgity flying every f**king where Its un f**king faitiggity tear cats out the frame Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame Chorus - 2x (teflon) Say hello to the bad guy Hmmhm, excuse me as i Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why We blow the spot up Hit em with the uncut raw Could be somewhat more Advance with the product (billy danze) You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for First family style! it's deep You catch us on these beats But we should never be disconnected from these streets (skoob) See my higgity hard times That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again Motivated by cats who would never see the street again (lil fame) See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again Any ground I roam I stand on it Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it (drayz) Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what ) Put my mans on it ( what ) Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what ) The higgity hit squad and firing squad We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia Chorus - 2x |
||||||
| 7. |
| 3:21 |
|
|||
|
Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah Chorus: (x2) It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out....... Verse one: dray, skoob Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme Diggy-das, redman bout to shine Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee In factually, guaranteed to keep it live Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so I can hang em And boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect) I lay this flow then they pay me doe Now everywhere we go it's on the radio But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off And make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off Chorus (x2) Verse two: redman Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana Sick, dick about nine inch thick I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six First of the month I got the bundles for the wick My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick Sucker mc's who did not learn If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm The dark ranger, call me don punanna So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas You can tell, I don't give a f**k Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter F**k you and the ship you came on While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on Chorus (x2) Verse three: dray, skoob I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way Tryin to get away with murder like oj Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash You come around here you get mashed Like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed What's this? tapped ya on the left breast I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes Yeah, yo, yo I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin Roastin in the corner just postin Up, drinkin liquor out the cup That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is Miss, what's your name and your game? If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame Chorus (x2) |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:46 |
|
|||
|
Verse: (das efx)
Biggidee back from vacation Here to rock the whole nation Diggie das epmd invation Down diffa don, down diffa do, wiggidee one two Til we do, wiggidee rock the fubu The official, launch the missile Blow the whistle at the art-official Miggidee mix sure to south central Forget you, like amnesia, biggidee 'bove the reefa Cheap, but das came to please ya Take the bever, now we back son, tougher action Zoom das, zoom das, satisfaction Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em The hit squad, def squad still rockin' 'em Verse: (parrish smith (epmd)) It's everytime we rock a bomb, we get ya mind open The mic's blazin', smokin', he was chokin' We don't remove walls, boom docks, plus the sua We bring it to ya, we nightmare like freddy krueger So call me drama, trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba Eat tracks like jeffrey dahmer, from def jam The east west check my streetbreath, no weak steps Or rest with the ? ? ? , check my repetoir Mangin' on the resevoir, I'm eatin' caviar Ey yo I'm really try to do this far Epmd and das efx cold blazin' it, no face in it Got the whole world chasin' it, the scream show up Never rock you like my boa, the ill flow up Came back cause we knowed ya, another go round Grab the mic, put the flow down, you court mo' G minus 7, we 'bout to bring now Chorus: (das efx) Represent my, generation! Here we go, all we wanna do is flow All we know is get the dough (2x) Verse: (das efx) Diggidee yes yes yo, to the beat yo No matter what the game, before you walk you got to crawl Long term plannin', I make ya bounce like a mars, line affects candy And let the music play like zany And feeds your eyes and what you never tought you see again Diggidee das and nigga the epmd again Ask the mildest skill We built to puff trees and with ya now hit squad, kansas The diggidee suck d's All my niggaz sqeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze Niggaz in the street keep figgaz, can't f**k with these niggaz Show stop us, we off the baileys and the ruckus Dread not a rasta, I'll be back asta Verse: (erick sermon (epmd/def squad)) What the deal is son, ain't this some shit? Caps frontin' for I even come out this bitch You forget who we are? recognize, we spark the benz Then split the game to the kids Now you wanna act like my crew, never happen I've payed the way for rappin', last era You can say what you want, I sit back and front The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, you know Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual More it's the miracle, fly individual Epmd and das efx might checkin' it Side checkin' it! Chorus (2x) |
||||||
| 9. |
| 2:59 |
|
|||
|
Intro/Hook:
RITE NOW - Shiggity-show em how my crew get down RITE NOW - Das EFX puttin it down RITE NOW - E'rybody raise it up RITE NOW - We about to blaze it up *repeat* Verse One: Dray, Skoob Diggity-drop the new talk, from Jersey and New York We holdin down the fort in the sport, what y'all thought? Diggy-Das what? Lick off shots and hip-hop It don't stop, I riggity-rock blocks when my shit drop Boogie Bang Banger, cock back the rap hammer Bust grammar, I stay bent like a coathanger (NIGGITY-NO MANNERS) Up in here with my skullie on fully on, riggity-rockin fatigues like Desert Storm Yo, figgity-face it, we lace it, far from basic Taste it, shine like diamonds in ya bracelet (HIGGITY-HEY KID) Me and my Squad about to blow Let it go, briggity-bringin the hook and let em know Hook Verse Two: Skoob, Dray Yo, yo I bought a Glock off a Puerto Rock (Where?) Off a block and fo' green back when I was 14 Now my thug's punk crilli, the thug willies We're mack milli, cowardly cats get smacked silly Wanna beef? Get back, on and the street get splashed from your cheek, past your ass til your feet..... Crab nigga duck shiggity-shots from the aimed Glocks Fall on your head like raindrops til your brain pops Yo yo I got a chick that'll lie for me die for me, shoot ya in your eye for me Get high with me, the unfadeable, ungradeable You wiggity-waste your time cos I'm unrateable See, figgity-find me in the Benz on the backstreet Listenin to Blackstreet, fuckin in the back seat What? '98 thug mania, bring the pain to ya And ain't no savin ya when I start blazin ya Hook (x1 1/2) |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:35 |
|
|||
|
One time
Intro/chorus: das efx, miss jones Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around Comes around, comes around Das efx we goin out, so yo bust the way it's comin down Another day, another plot to scheme Stock to cream, kiggity-can't stop my team Can't stop my team Verse one: dray, skoob Well iggity-open up, let me in so I could begin Roll film at the slim trim ready to win I got the (what? ), head rocker, getcha tipsy like vodka Don't mean to shock ya but I operate like a doctor Show 'n' tell, excell past the start (makin grand with my man) pushin luxury cars Rock an ill rap (word), still strapped wit the rhymes Diggy das blow your mind, no doubt, one of a kind Niggity-no digga, the tiggity-tongue flipper, the funk ripper The bum sticker, d' ? ? ? what nigga I'm iggity-out to make a bundle in all spots Like the tiggity-tunnel, we start bleedin from the concrete Jiggity-jungle, we holdin it down, son, no diggedy Niggas be wettin the flow, wet the flow, slippery Hickory dickory, what up doc? we bust shots Niggity-nuff props to all my people prayin up top Chorus (x2) Verse two: dray, skoob Yo It's miggity-me dray, what can I say? the flow's tight See we do it all night just to keep the crowd high By the side off the richter, get the spot rockin No, we're never stoppin, higgity-hip-hoppin The hit squad, takin charge, no diggy Riggity-rip the flow and ya know we gets busy (kid) When we come thru, miggity 1-2 mic check So boogie bang diggity-drop your slang, they can't stretch Yeah, yo, yo I'm figgity-from the illest part of town, we get down to get found So swim or drown, kid, kiggity-come up short or hold it down Biggity-been to mad places, seen all these changin faces Court cases, and riggity-rip shows for all races Son, I diggity-do my thing for the cream, the higgity-hip-hop fiend Kiggity-call me the dream like hakeem Figgity-finger on the trigger, vision on the sparrow The diggy dark shadow, holdin it down and camouflage your town Chorus Verse three: skoob, dray Higgity-hungry man like swanson, give up like charles bronson And giggity-guess it's just the things I do like ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Got these hookers car hoppin, and stiggity-star gazin Keep em movin, I'm wiggity-with my mans and that needs no provin ? ? ? ? ? ? ? p-e-t, see me on b-e-t I roll with pmd, and see we d-i-p, my stee Lo, stiggty-stay in a diggy-day out I keep it way out, it's diggy das, kid, never played out Chorus (x2) *missjones crooning to fade* *das efx giving shout outs* |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:10 | 
|
|||
| 12. |
| 3:28 |
|
|||
|
Boogie Banger, Krayzie Drayzie, word up
Yeah yeah, rock-rock on Hit Squad world supremacy, kid Whattup? , rock-rock on....., yeah Rock-rock on....., keep it live, du Yo Verse One: Skoob We on some wiggity-world renowned, comin back for the crown Time to show these rappin cats how diggity-Das get down Still keepin real, smoke el's and still pack steel Stiggity-still be on the streets of BK with cat skill Oil rap spill, riggity-rhymin over tracks ill I rock the Benz, I rock the Range, bliggity-black grill Kid go pro, sellin ten and a half mil It's the end of the world so MC's write ya will Boogie Bang throw fatigues on then strike to kill Sewer rats underwater, formin, rap seals Riggity-reppin on the regular, bliggity-black, I'm tellin ya Emergency, call up P on the cellular 911, escape the hood on tour so riggity-radio cats can take the tapes off pause We're overseas on the bomb, Chevrolet, Yukon Reunion (The Hit Squad, Def Squad), let's get it on Chorus: Das EFX - riggity rock rock on rock on Hit Squad - riggity rock rock on rock on P-boy - riggity rock rock on rock on Jersey - riggity rock rock on rock on Brooklyn - riggity rock rock on rock on Uptown - riggity rock rock on rock on Killer Queens - riggity rock rock on rock on Strong Isle - riggity rock rock on rock on Verse Two: Dray Piggity-pockets tight, diggy-Das on the website Cops and 'stop' signs, niggas is red lights Kiggity-can't get too deep cos the feds tapped the mic Generation EFX, ressurrect as Jesus Christ Riggity-rippin it, for die-hard fans continuous War with us, the whole industry on the injured list Diggity-Das EFX, Dray and Skoob snap necks We're liggity-livin, eatin off these here rap cheques Fancy cars, women, EPMD, P-A, Richmond In this rap game, giggity-get in where you fit in Fit in where you get like mines, on your man's friend Collect platinum like Jordan collect championships Biggity-bust a cannon, like punani keep the system slammin Doin 90 in Augusta-made Lex landin Shorty feelin this, to shiggity-shake that ass, get busy, girl Das EFX biggity-back off to Disneyworld Chorus PMD - riggity rock rock on rock on Das EFX - riggity rock rock on rock on Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on *shoutouts to end* |
||||||
| 13. |
| 2:19 |
|
|||
|
Intro:
One for the treble, two for the bass P-m-d let's rock this place (parrish "pmd" smith) Return lies the power, try to push up and get devoured To pushin power, black explorer with the eddie bauer Xl, el reefer puffer sells My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails Dwell, stale mad plus I make now No details, first-class flight with the females Epmd-dot-com, spread as e-mail Stocks retail, push the quality s-t-l You know the scoop now when I swoop down Blast or shoot now, hit squad set the route down From hot 9-7 to 1-0-6 daily mix Parrish smith handlin biz like a clerk, kid Break: Das efx (are the best) (rock the speaker) d-e-f-x (drayz) Yeah, yeah, yeah I riggity-roll when I rock, rock when I roll Like dmc it's the devastatin mic control I never fold under pressure, time to get ill Diggy das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real I rolled up, strolled up, put my cigarette out Peep shorty on my left tryin to figure me out 'how to get up in that ass? ' what I'm thinkin about In the biggity-black benz just diggin her out B-boy style (what what? ? ), you know we're all wild Biggity-back from the sewer, check the profile The doe-getter, the show-ripper, the flow-setter My flow sicker, keep it drunk like some liquor Break (skoob) Yo, yo, yo Hit squad, usu-al suspects who bust necks Love sex, wriggity-wreck these thugs and roughnecks In these, dark streets (yo yo), my squad creep Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete By the light I got chicks that sound alright They buy me ice, porbably in the phone books of heidi fleiss Abara-cadabara, turn skin to battlescars In your face like (break) alomar Nasty like caviar, glass mc's I shatter y'all Lyrical sabotage, peace to aguilar Roll l's for my thuns from the slums to the town (brooklyn) where I'm from, got me numb to the world Break |
||||||
| 14. |
| 4:35 |
|
|||
| 15. |
| 3:59 |
|
|||
|
Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah Chorus: (x2) It's the rap scholar, here to make a dollar Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out....... Verse one: dray, skoob Aiyo, straight out the blue, comin thru, 1-2, with the rhyme Diggy-das, redman bout to shine Drop the grammo, heavy ammo, got the stammo Bought my gango for the whammo, book em danno I shine like a blue bee, who me? you be Skirts wanna do me, pursue me, ooohwee In factually, guaranteed to keep it live Gotta win first prize, yo boogie bang wont'cha drive A biggity-black range rover, now move it over so I can hang em And boom bang em, I gets paid for droppin slang I'm the, rap veteran, it's time to take your medicine I cam to catch wreck (wreck), kid, what you expect? (expect) I lay this flow then they pay me doe Now everywhere we go it's on the radio But yo, I'm not a show off, I come to drop the flow off And make sure the top blow off, it's how I go off Chorus (x2) Verse two: redman Aiyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler Drama, the nine-seven nigga madonna Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana Sick, dick about nine inch thick I make a fo'-twenty benz-o look like a six First of the month I got the bundles for the wick My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick Sucker mc's who did not learn If you don't this time, from coast to coast i'm The dark ranger, call me don punanna So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas You can tell, I don't give a f**k Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the a-richter F**k you and the ship you came on While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on Chorus (x2) Verse three: dray, skoob I'm back with my rap forte, okay, no way Tryin to get away with murder like oj Rappers better throw their rhymes in the garbage like trash You come around here you get mashed Like potatoes, because I hate those, oh lord yes Shorty in a dress lookin like she tryin to get blessed What's this? tapped ya on the left breast I guess I need a rest to giggity-go and handle my biz, yes Yeah, yo, yo I'm feelin tipsy off the potion, slow-motion coastin Roastin in the corner just postin Up, drinkin liquor out the cup That's when I struck my luck and saw shorty with the strut But, she look scandalous, maybe from los angeles I knew that I could handle this no matter what the challenge is Miss, what's your name and your game? If you let me in your brain then i'ma knock it out the frame Chorus (x2) |
||||||
|
