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You know it's time to get 'em on no doubt about it we gettin' scummie You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie (2x) Verse 1: Never You know it's time to get 'em on, early in the morn' leavin' 'em scummie, tried the ground's rollin' on take it to the dome, lick 'em up like billy jumpin' passin' baby I'm fired up, just got up, so what up, shoot'em up on the 8 flow twenty if yo to the left, 6-8 I'm still fresh, 55 steez I turned express, in the motel, well again problem son a fiend of Henn pump it up at the hang out I'm about to begin Scummie, mummie, I'm about to get my money, Who got some on it, on the real I'm on, comes home with me Trippin' out with my homies, just chillin' with Tenderonies No question, we gots to get 'em on, no if's, and's, or what's about it No Diggity, No Doubt it's a must and plus I'm just Bout It Shoutin' Scummie, 1-2-3-4 Rodeo in the door kickin' Conflict All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess Cause I know ya..... Hook Verse 2: Kilo Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds, wit' a Mack maintain Wagon rollin', posse swolen, hustle keep that potent game Blowin' thru that wild style punk in the trunk Watch all the flict get, get swayed, do ya thang, thang, movin' past it, keep drivin' me crazy Try to phase me, please understand it I was raised on cornbread and yams man sick a, sick a country jams, nut graded pick is what I am Gotta deal wit' it or kill it skillie Bitch or no chasin', watch 'em fill it So steal, you off your square playa, give it up phone your spirit You know how your hustle be on, like Perignon Can't wait for the party to come around Wanna get buck get up on the babysitter Get the trucks for the tight ass and then Gitty up (alright), all day (all nite), all across the nation When it's on (take 5), we gone (outside) Universal vacation, scummie that is Hook Verse 3: Cold Hard What's it be like, cause I'm never rest to die, pack for real Canibus smell up in my gear, gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear, hear, (what I'm gonna say), what I'm gonna say you just might fear Leave 'em in bitch said free this year Everyone toss up Dubs a tear, appear (to be nice), to be nice, the scummie live We Gitty up hollar Flict, laughin' bout song that we did (doodle-oooh), Who hoggin'? Give me a squeeze You know it's time to get'em on, early as it is (Scummie!) Is what the playa's say When they bendin' thru the keg Got a head fo' any kinda hay And wait can't Duoble Williams way, hey Randy It don't matter, all them fine and dandy Bend this block so I can stop at the barn and chief some from Sandy Hook Verse 4: Wild Style Party over here, it's time to shower, the place dried up, cause I just got paid, comin' thru the door where Johnny may, in a bar criss cross Allisade, feelin' hip y'all known as gitty up And throw my city, from the North to the South to the East to the West Get scummie and the dope gon' tear it up With the boldest crew bringin' down yo' roof Still hollarin' that Flict Make another brother ball up in a minute bring it to him Steady runnin' thru ya crew, dumpin' up in 'em, in 'em and break 'em off right quick Any time right now, I'm tweaked to the beat Fallin' asleep, up in the party meet, body heat Tryin' to move my feet to the beat gitty up wit' a freak Still know my P's and Q's, if you snooze ya lose Wait a minute, what's up fool? Slow down, before there be a Showdown No disrespect but you brothas know the rules It's cool, we could get our swerve on Strokin' on, the illa of a killa For real-a, when my ace go boom Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm No harm Hook(to fade) |
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I dont know bout y'all man
but im ready to get my motherfuckin smoke on I want some of dat green shit, hell yeah, Let's burn, all the ghettos, hey wassup kid? Chorus: Crucial Conflict Roll somethin, roll somethin them niggas aint talkin bout shit (bout shit, bout shit) Roll somethin, roll somethin just cause you just cant hang wit dis (wit dis, wit dis, wit dis) Verse One: Wildstyle Yall niggas aint shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift giddy up and get down all you niggas aint do shit one rap down round two chop it off like cool whip(whip) rowdy runnin rodeo can't ride fronting in two clips shocking like shocker evertime I pop you knock out the box, better move quick flick comin out of the back in this motherfucker yall disgusted bustas cant be trusted for nothing fucking with this hillbilly wild westside C-H-I-T-O-W-N and it's on for life nothing nice, no ice, you chase we fuckin niggas up across the nation wit no lubracation dick is thick and coming at them like Hitler (fuck you) act like you dont hear me then, wake up high we in your chin we embursted with a curse and be worse first and kick first now vice-versa two feet first they kick first and worse reimburse the winning cuz I'm first at somethin Chorus Verse Two: Never Put it on your ass motherfucker we kill them up bad (kill em up bad) Hold that one shit when you fucking with the flick you was talking that shit but you couldnt last bring to you hoes knockin down your door tryin to knock some chunks out yo rump, at night to the broad daylight if you wanna gang fight droppin yall one by one, coming at them with the quickness with the flickness, gonna sign your death wish cuz you gonna get dealt with, slappin you hoes makin sure your eyes closed take em out by mouth and blindfold with the foot on your chest you know the rest nigga got us pissed off die for mine, raise up get blazed anyways get sprayed your laying in the grave, pop em, drop em, re-cock em, then squeeze them we deceased to be the defeated, repeat em and treat em like read em rights I aint finna brag but the man cant hang with the bogus man treat like a punk ass trick, put a row gonna be closed casket serious nigga fuck that laughing try to fuck with us we be blasting, smashin Chorus Verse Three: Coldhard Buck buck, pump pump, drop drop, we drop, bluck, hit you wit da teck what da deck? run up your debt wit no sweat and we dont regret disrespecting your click, fuck you bitch, pull out the shit that got yo dangling picture with a nigga now hangin figure let you big up (?) got me strapped in, bust a cap, but I'm warnin ya, dont want none start shit that you just cant finish, be the end, and the family ended sorry it gotta be this way but I'm sick get a gangsta plate so now i got a rodeo, one warrant then blow me up, up, up and away, with my team it aint no thang, spoil your dreams, a murder theme we dont want any crap, I'm bounty clean, snatch that hoe and take them dividends I mean I'm gonna fuck you, what can i do about me? Hennessy you inferior to the new king what you hollerin? a silent scream Chorus Verse Four: Kilo Come, (Come) ride her ass and cum(?) and be up send the same aint buy not shit where motherfuckers came from (????) shit that can get you straight knocked the fuck out knowing you a bitch, a person, just stop cursin' thats why I'm refrainin from hurtin yo ass punk nigga,trick nigga, bitch nigga, fag, say somethin smart and watch you get tagged wit a motherfuckin bat, who got so scared when soem tellin yo ass nigga act like a bitch start to cry (?) ready supplies, get em rawhide fight to the death and I won't be denied your life like Pete's eye mother fucker on rye them thangs'll die, touch me I'm alive, why set yo ass to fire bitch (?) snap off your two nuts right quick niggas aint talking bout nothin slick and shit to deal with, roll somethin Chorus 2x |
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[Hook: X 4]
We bogus bogus and mafia! Say what? [Never] Stand tall when this shit jump off Better back back down Got a wild wolf pack attack We'll body snatch em, crack em Detach and smack em Run from the gun finna have you some Spin em around ready to drown em Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin Blindfold execution style Certified straight lunatic bucked Good county bounty rowdy better be audi Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers Ride, east coast west coast In the middle, down south, 2 bogus Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin Your trunk and we steady dumpin [Crunchy Black] It's a motherfuckin stick up Giddy your shit up Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up Crucial Conflict, click I roll with Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up Gimme that money, ain't shit funny Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray? Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby If you know what I'm sayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin Face down in the ground hopin dead they live You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat But it ain't where you from it's where you at I'm in the golden, nigga [Hook X 4] [Coldhard] Well if your city's hardest Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before Paid to do my same life Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too [Juicy J] This goes out to all my niggas Flippin cheese and countin figures Put your boy up in the picture Knowin I wanna be down with ya Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas Clicked up like notorious killas Never focused, always bogus Blunts and guns is all we totin Constantly rollin, constantly rollin Tight on white but weed I'm smokin Every corner playas postin Eyes are red from dope we chokin All your hoes they blowin kisses Pay attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin Dippin in my stridin Never slippin, just slidin, canivin Bogus bogus nigga hopeful Got that mossberg Send the word, Kilo Not because the mac spittin potent dope And this overdose, comatose We gon rush and drain your mind It's a Conflict in the ghetto And we livin in crucial times [Hook X 4] [Lord Infamous] Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) I'ma let this mob take off Won't stop until I knock it off The left fill it up till it wet and erupt Erupt like muggin my type busta Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little Feel my force, of course you're hoarse >From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches? Lord Infamous shock absorbin I'm squishin like project roaches Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus [Wildstyle] Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run Gun got me so gone hit em son We the number one young gun Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none Run up and get done punk Hit em up jump straight bucked When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk It's on fool pull the wrong move And soon lose ya like Lucifer In the middle make a fool of ya Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed Huh? Where ya nuts son? I got Chicago straight Chicago 98 shit figured up on John Doe In the roll no flow peepin at all Close to coast close to crawl Bump em all, put em in shock Cuz ya can't walk or walk If ya know who the boss, pack it up Ya lost, say what? [Hook (till fade)] |
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Sometimes you gotta let it go
certain situations you're facin' will make your head explode (ahha ha)(x2) being in this game ain't no joke plenty brothas on the street straight get smoked people wearin them folks its straight up bump to the grind we drop and it seem like it aint gon stop growin up around gang bangers, feinds that'll make you scream, is on the scene, us that make ya cane it was fun at first, now i pass i was trippin with the game, but the game dun got to bad them boys lockin us up left and right im down with the cause, uphold the law it begins at birth, from which I draw and everybody wanna be the man with the quick hand but the big man un-organized up in them thangs, blowin our brains close your eyes picture how you might die sippin up the ‘dro, livin in the g-e-double-t-o comin outside sometimes im strapped knowin that somebody might try to pull my brains and my life wanna take me out it’s the life we live for, we kill for when you get pushed to the edge of the ledge and fusion all I hear is music |
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I'm catching feelings that somebody watching me
Tapping on my phone when I'm all alone (ain't got no privacy) Trying to bring me down so I look around Let me see your eyes, coming in disguise all in my mind Trying to set me up for the kill, better be careful who I let ride Where you know me from, I never seen you no day up in my life Is you in my closet, under my ?bedroom floor and stalking? Right next to me, plotting, watching Trying to break up in my pockets, got me cautious He might be stalking coming up the alley walking Looking at me ride off and then roll up Everything got through, telling all my bidness Want to see me fall apart, take away my life sending me to prison Maybe cause my religion (I'm having wicked visions) Everybody coming up missing and he got my mind tripping hook You'd better watch out for the faceless ones Because they might be coming for you (2X) It's something missing in this picture, can't make out no clear description Reception peeping on deceptions, seeking that evil luck, out to get ya' Who plotting, who watching, who knocking you cause your you But just like you, hopping I'm hopping Gotta do what I gotta do if it is true I'm clocking faceless ones, you might think you know one When you don't know the faceless ones, I'm gonna be looking for 'em Can't get away from none, they don't make 'em none to be Trying to knock you straight off your feet Playing games in the background, I'm beat But you know what you sow you reap What go around come around times three Wait, hold on, we gone within deep Death is in me, got him in my sleep Nightmares, making me go deep, I stares looking up to see Be aware, cause they on the creep playing for keeps No sheets for the faceless ones hook I think somebody trying to peep me out, what the hell is this about Ain't got no trust but to be scared, this person might be in my house Now, budged it and dropped something, got me thinking wrong doings Thangs look strange in four or five spots, help me Lord please not so soon Hell, I'm ducking now, don't know who might try to pow-pow Pack it fast before I'm down, on the low, can't be around A faceless one is plotting me Could it be my neighbor thats thinking that his wife liking me He stare at me, he's bound to be the faceless one But I don't know, sometimes he don't even speak Not just him, its too many, but he stay right next to me So I had to take a peek, cause I'll be DAMNED if I sleep I get it on cause I ain't weak, leave it alone, your past weak to blast me hook Who dat' coming with the mac attack, attack of the mac In the back with the sack from the front Is is that freak that I met last week that offered me a blunt (?) soon as I'm on and 'noid, That seemed like our players and something end up being destroyed I can't avoid this ain't my motto, don't help me from looking zoned Cause a faceless one is a tasteless one casting them stones and going Who put that patent on my seat, who that rat trying to steal my meat Who that cat licking on my feet, (?) Now buzzing something over my head is the cause and plot to take one Trying to burn down the barn (?) Going straight, and peeping game and moving moose horns Have a demonstration, who dat, who dat racing They chasing, car pacing, infiltration put it on my nation Its the faceless one hook |
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(hook: repeat 2X)
Keep on taking me high, so high If they say we fly, we fly (Who dat?) Flict' and Do or Die (Who dat?) Coming from the Chi Bring in the bidness, shut em' down cause their raw Making you feel this, two of the realest crews Laying the rules, do you wanna get chewed up? Shut em' down, one round, when we cruise up Don't pop, one two, combination get a swift violation Put it on my nation, hit em' high, low, murderistic flow We can throw down, in the middle we clown To all my homies locked down, you know I got the clip I'm a pop 'em and drop 'em with two shot Just sippin' and dippin', are you slippin' and trippin'? Motherfucker we don't care who dropped on who block You gotta ride on, you'd better say what motherfucking side you on Never know what the Flict' and Do or Die be on 85 MPH Finna' break all them fakes, in your face, demonstrate Suckers never knew we ever get together on you tricks Chop it like dope, take another year, better step back coming like lunatics A.K the dope with the scope And any motherfucker run up will get smoked And any motherfuckers run up will get choked Coming from the hood and we ain't no joke (hook) True representation coming from the Chi, plenty much to deal with Tell me could you feel this realness, feel the illness (?) the world on the business, we live for thrillness We still could steal this, let 'em really get to know the deal in this game When you push up the price on your name, cause people cause the rain Trying to get your message, just live off your vein Keep blowing, flowing, glowing, now your soaring like a airplane Flying through the sky Steady keep on pimpin' and we thinking were Do or Die Keep em' hot and horny and the canist they want a ride If they say we high, we high They say your bogus, you got the locusts Can't hardly keep my focus, mentally I be the dopest nigga Nigga been sippin' cypher with my six shot rifle Tonights the night I take flight, I keep it hot like vipers so fly I'm knowing your thinking were too zoned out, too blowed in the Mo' gone But your all wrong, all we do is fly We show floating on, still strollin' on, keep it strokin' on >From the home of the C-H-I-C-A-G-O Do or Die and Crucial on the airplane Represent for the same thang, running that we claim, the bounce bang Ring slang to the picture, should I wreck shop? Airplane on the get up, what You can't stop what you can't get up to touch You wanna be down, be down where we stay up Droppin' bombs bout' to blow up Sure 'nuff it's a hold up on the airways You're dazed, in the phase, gonna craze, got you crazed Fly swayed cache, air tight take a flight off hay On a comeup like airplanes (hook) Westside hoodlum with spit shine toys, rhinestone playboy from Illinois Chi' tiller, raw dealer niller, thuggin' posse like thriller, pop milli's Push poles like Godzilla, still a villa filler gorilla Check your mouth cause you know I'm 'bout scriller Real motherfucker from the Chi, I'm a killer For realer, gotta set a pound like a pillar D double O-R-D-IE iller Crucial Conflict, we be riding high, Do or Die keep your head to the sky Belo-Zero gotta get me by, keep on getting me high, so high Hiding in the house, P.D., like a fresh little momma I'm a (?) like Piranah's, have em' harm you Screaming, stealth bomber your honor Yea, Do or Die and this Crucial Conflict's Trying to accomplish in all this here drama KILO! What it be like BELO, let em' know our steelo on the D-low We getting so high worldwide universaly where we go Really though want the dough niggeroe I Double A in the air when I fly B-E-L-O and the Flict' I be gettin' high, gettin' high gettin' high Gonna take you on an airplane ride (hook) |
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Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G-A-D-E and Conflict Load em' up and bust a (?) Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all y'all I'm ready to brawl at all times, don't give a fuck who I'm up against As long as I can take everyone in my circle If you really wanna know, nigga most peronal My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage I'm comin' out with full intentions, be takin' these niggas to other levels Bringing drama like Physco, going through cycles Every trip that I take be suicidal living like Waco So I'm down to ride, down to do whatever, whenever, the weather Look I could not really care, on another page, through the blaze I'm 'a get at em' Nasty, come and get mashed You wanna up gats, you'd better be strapped Ain't got time to change em' my my mind is finally made up Thinking just fuck em' all up Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down and out, wildin' out done got you shot Should have been down to put a rock in your sock But your sock got a whole, and I'm on cocked Back with the sack in the rodeo pack Get back, I make a nigga get slapped in the face with the gate I'm 'a let the cult demonstrate The conflict gettin' crucial when the raw be killing em' Come thirsty nigga Punks be denied, ready to ride,willing to die, feeling me now Nigga get the right act in your mind Nigga get the acts back in a row right Act that jaw, to the right axe saw Ain't no thang bigger, and I'm a' back em' all Temptations trump tall, upskirts Let em' deal with the hurt, quick fast ways Take that motherfucker, it's Wildstyle Take your weak ass niggas along, fuck Bone Dissin' my home, sayin' we clone If your ass want to battle, boy I'll take it to the chrome That's right, my city gonna ride with the Flic', die with the Flic' What you wanna get on, what's up? Cut the bullshit, get em' with the bidness There's gangbanging in my blood, no love Get slugged, body drug through the mud, bring it on let's thug Cause we comin', straight young gunnin', catching niggas running Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none Bone killer, killer to the bone, I got that home address Y'all niggas better leave it alone, this Raw Dope life or death hook Any time or place let's go, down for the cause, strapped to draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) Let's get bucked til' this bitch catch fire Look a' here, we the rodeo riders, crucial colliders, crucial killers (?) fighters, wild west-siders You can't have the truth, the truth like liars It's on tonight, so know We having fun making highways on your crossroads, overload The fuck E coming back in the form of the Messiah, tight like pliers Cutting perfect wires, hide like Mayans The reason they singing the blues is cause these niggas need to retire More of a musical wiser So I advise you to get up and be done Give me the bone, those motherfucking niggas really don't want none Pop for the Wild-Wild, feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping em' Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead When they lay in the land of the raw, nigga what you seen, what you saw The nigga 4 deuce stack em' all Bringing the C-O-N-Flict team from R-E-N-E-G-A-D-E's Got four others now and take everything you own Now as serious as I am, why am I so serious now Cause it's been no time for games playing around wastin' your life Quit talking crap and pullin' Pussy gonna get you killed if you don't use it Got go-getters, plenty missles, stop em' drop em' and I'm wishing Who that fucking with your eyes Got you blind to the fact that it's us against all, back to the wall Violent lessons jumping off unless you all to the raw It's the bull and the rope and I'm making you choke Travel the world with us people and folk Tell us go watch everywhere that we go But we still keeping it dope yo' Niggas just bark for some Kibbles and Bits Niggas don't know about this lyrical shit ?Life or death?, Renegades, Realer and Flic' Coming through your town and killing your clique hook I'm a hit a nigga up so truly gooly, he wouldn't understand it Recognize me in this shit as a chief I said And run up to me with your shit, go on and do it, cause I would Fuck this motherfucking status shit, I'm bringing the goods And tempting their manhoods, to think they could even fuck with me Call me Coldhard (?), busting shit from 'cross the street nigga Throw all my cards to box with 'em Cars are still deep but your sound was still illing What the fuck, you niggas think I'm chilling cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll bust on one of you stupid ass niggas for being a fool Stroll through, I'm heated Them gats combusting rapid at your whole crew Get called for disaster cause we strapped and let the dogs loose Hit the main man with the deuce, for the high tech shit fucked up With Flic' now its on with you, you scared, ? out your ? in bed Sissy ass nigga we really ain't done shooting the lead Split your cabbage to the red for fucking with us Now we sick in the head nigga By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark Keep messing get marked Face to face I'm 'a check them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli catch a toe tag for touching my billi Who the fuck want some drama, I'm a' slice 'em up, dice 'em up I'm 'a cut their head off then neck I'm feel like I spent twenty years down in Tibet Rumbles, give me red ass knuckles, knuckles hit his eye like buckles Buckles keep 'em spit like Ruffles Fuck it, like a must we buck it hook |
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I'm bout to explode I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down From locked up or even dying I can dig the problem I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone With the thieves in the hood don't look good Never ever thought she could jump off like that now O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down Everybody wanna have the crown Every breath you benefit the sin We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends You win, the wrong for what you doing You need to start snatching, kick out the mob Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back Anyway homie wasn't all that If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves In a positive demonstration That we could never conquer shit and defend no more hook High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off Smoke that bitch, what a mess I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my Niggas with the bottle, get the top Then pour out the back door when its war Armor to your brothers stay clean Watch your back young brothers I mean My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely Why? hook Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?) Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain Hustle and rain pain niggas Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole I don't know where the hell to go Cause my life is like a pack of (?) Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would Every day is numbing If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out hook So much shit on my mind I can't find the time to free myself from going down Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb You thinking different, defending for the real of it Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions The feeling like I can't take it no more The mission is dealing with pressure Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha' Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha' He shook off and looking for shelter Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode hook |
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Crucial Confliccccccccct, come out and play (yeah c'mon)
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place, you on top of me Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi' I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty Nothin' in your oven, baby feed me now Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this My ghetto queen (1) - You're my ghetto queen Right around the way from me Watering those ghetto trees We be high just like them weeds Might be ghetto but you queen to me That's how it's suppose to be Do whatcha gotta do for me Forever fulfill your fantasy When you think of me, have your cream Everything my team must to do one thing You're the meanest queen on the scene Make a player 'fiend and be havin' dreams For real, it's real as it seems You bring the trees, I'll bring the B's Begin to freeze on to me, you can scream to please Plus I'm ready now, take a stand, got me on Rockland I can be your freaky man, you can climb in, suck a 10 Want some ends? You outta there No more funny face, put you in your place Come be the dinner, I'm a bring the plates She's my ghetto girl in her own world, she's a queen Queen of all things, for that I mean she's Spring Personality rings bells in my dreams Night to dawn, light spread tight, let's swing Grip it in motion, wet coastin' with a little bit of ridin' rough Up and down we stroke, strokin' puttin' things in her pocket is fat But watch her stay cool, calm and collected Flexin', check it, never was on that stressin' Cuz she bring that hay for the day, what a blessin' Right around the way from me This ghetto queen got up with a king Keep it clean and in essence (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (Kilo) Where the players live Have to deal with the Macks Like the traps in the concrete jungle Life's a safari in the mornin' huntin' In effect, your pulse beatin' like bongos We be like this, gettin' high Ghetto queen you look so delightin' Heard your body callin', callin' me, baby Tellin' me to rodeo ride it Don't fall off, hold on Get your roll on, step aside, hugged her back She swore she wouldn't do me, need your loyalty You're makin' me wantin' to snap I know your man is mad as hell Cuz it to a player and I did it well And I added one more for the road, to let 'Rem know Kilo weigh heavy on the scale, mmm (Wyldstyle) Dedicated to my ghetto queens in jeans, That think they're mean I'll massage you with whip cream I wanna spread you legs and said you were my lady Down with me, clown with me, fall to the ground with me Lovin' how you sound when we get 'Rem off Carry on to the dawn, give a dog a bone (lick 'Rem low) Rodeo show, duckin' you, buckin' in the back of a Cadillac Tell me if you want it like that (let's bang) Got me tweakin' Mary Jane, it's a hay thang Me and you, everyday keep it high like flames (your game) What's my name? What's my name? It's Wyldstyle from Chi-town, no shame Me and the ghetto queen comin' up the main Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane Sky high we fly when we roll by On the down low, doin' my thang man (Repeat 1) Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' (Repeat 1 until fade) |
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