JAZZ와 HIP HOP의 융합을 추구했던 JAZZMATAZZ 3부작에서 벗어나 뉴욕거리로 돌아온 GURU의 진정한 솔로작! 영원한 동반자 DJ PREMIER를 위시해 PETE ROCK, ALCHENIST, DJ SPINNA 등 최고의 프로듀서진과 TREACH(NAUGHTY BY NATURE), ICE T, ED O.G, KILLAH PRIEST등의 화려한 진용을 과시하고 있으며, ALECHMIST의 도발적인 피아노 루핑위에 숨결이 느껴지는 라임들이 얹혀진 "IN HERE", PETE ROCK의 올드스쿨한 프로듀싱이 매력적인 "PIMP TALK"등 수록! 수입(USA) .... ....
[scratching] "Collaborate with live niggaz" "Ill Kid ready to wreck like.." "Back to.. back.. back to.. back"
[Hook: Both] Y'all cats don't want war with us That's why y'all won't be on tour with us Multiply then we come back with more of us Back to back, reppin on this Primo track
[Mendoughza] Uh, yo I, rep to death, hold the tec With the left hand, wristband, shit man Bout 26 grand, Brook to the L-Y-N Duke you can, smell my scent, be holdin five percent Home with niggaz that do old shit, always throw shit Always bought and sold shit, dirty down low shit Cock back and throw shit, kick down ya do' shit Since ya never sold shit, real .44 shit
[Guru] Pure kid, rock the sneaks with the Valor kid The suit shit shit, with the girlies that be cute kid Real life (?), emcees cry all the while We street scholars, for every dollar we do or die Line ya eyesight, explode like dynamite More than kinda tight, we thugs that you love Fuck the ones you kinda like Put the tec to the exec, and get the contract signed tonight We shinin bright
[Mendoughza] I recall up in Canada, remember me my manager? (Yeah) Flossin in that spot that featured Joe the Amateur (Uh-huh) Niggaz jellin, bitches yellin (Yeah) Hot enough to get a nigga cock swellin, weed was sellin The dude was cross the room with the Rollie started flashin Pointin at a nigga and his mans was crazy laughin Lookin at Da Click in a cowardly fashion Not knowin that we bout to start the rowdy blastin
[Guru] Niggaz came with ski-mask and, tried to shake me up But I ain't gon' let up till god Allah take me up Chicks tried to throw hints, clean ya breath with no mints Teach you bout the real nigga, cuz you punks got no sense It's me, Baldhead and Mendough on the low Used to carry lessons with the Smith and Wesson ya'know Wanna act dumb, the outcome, will be drastic Leave you spastic on CD, online, and on plastic
[Hook x2]
[scratching] "Collaborate with live niggaz" "Ill Kid ready to wreck like.." "Back to.. back.. back to.. back" "Back to.. back" "Collaborate with live niggaz" "Ill Kid ready to wreck like.." "Back to.. back.. back to.. back"
[Chorus] Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major You bout to meet your true savior [scratched samples] "We emcees.. approach with.. slang that's dead" "There's no surviving.. there's no surviving"
[Guru] We hit then we slidin off, we in the wind ridin off Poppin off, you wack cats will be droppin off Like flies, so recognize This priceless, niceness, precisness No likeness, no ice, just the right shit Yeah the rawness, and still gleam in ya grill like we're flawless It's pimpish, like I just knocked the right bitch I ain't send shit to you, cuz youse a trife snitch Too high-pitched, your like a chick, your cowardly Forced to take this ass-whoopin hourly And minute by minute, shit, we gon' make you quit it For you into early retirement when the iron spit Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies Guess what? Your in a lot of trouble you guys What's going on here, is worse than your worst fear Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here
[Hook]
[Guru] Now get this, bet this, I'm after the lootchie It don't make you a G, just cuz you wear ya pants loosely Your straight goofy, word to my old coofy Couldn't do me nothin son, I know the movie And you can run till ya heart beats through ya chest You wanna tustle, then do ya best But I don't like to mess up my clothes or get my hands dirty I'ma give the job to my man, you know he stands worthy Like James with the Jesse in the front But don't let him sip the Henny, don't let him hit the blunt Whatchu want? Someplace where you can seek refuge? Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes, That's done it, did it, plus niggaz got kids and shit Put you under pressure, make you forfeit What's going on here, is worse than your worst fear Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here
[Hook x2]
["There's no surviving" scratched in background of talking]
[Guru talking] Dat's right, ain't no survivors against Da Click We too naturally born with it, knowhatImsayin? We belong with it, you don't have it So you don't wanna act like a savage Uh-huh, DJ Utaka, Baldhead Slick My man DJ Tashee from the Beatknuckles That's right, nuttin to play with Fuck around and meet your maker...
[Chorus: Guru] We got underground connections, the best ones No stress son, come test son, you'll get done When you be stickin out your chest son Underground connections, the best ones Come test son, you'll get done So don't be stickin out your chest son
[Ice-T] So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps Done spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heated Never had a bitch on yo' dick kid, though I know you need it Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amount And kid them extra bitches in your video don't count I never lied on a record, I put that on my son If my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongue Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya can't run far My riders know where the little and the big cribs are It ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got it It ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it I'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a record Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga" "Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga" If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the hole Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do's Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's
[Chorus]
[Sonny Blade] Yo, yo As far as it go, fuck with fams, it's kilos to grams The circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to plan This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit Thinkin I'm Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips For those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky I bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want it Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthy Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoever's closest I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze
[Chorus]
[Older Don] Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock And I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get it Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome Freaked off, like the illest porn Pour heat, quick to swarm We can get it on from dusk 'til dawn Flows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta...
[Chorus]
[Guru] Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reign Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains Still get third degree burns from the severe flames Ain't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block Cuz some of y'all are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot Cuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'all And it ain't just because I know more killers than y'all But because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawl See me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-hearted Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at? Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept Let's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to get Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes
[Chorus]
Straight like that... ha Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz Underground Connections baby...
[Chorus 1: Timbo King] You can smoke +In Here+, get loc'd +In Here+ Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+ Fucky fucky, bitches sellin' ass +In Here+ Got all my niggas up +In Here+
[Timbo King] Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogs Watered down Naia shit, Niagara Falls The nut buster, bust nuts at bitches' walls Ricochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neys The Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a home Picture my son _Home Alone_, I'm spittin' fome on a cordless phone My valium's high, Dark Denim's on, you can ask Karl Kani Attract urban cells, Colt .45 shells Shotti shells, seashells in Fort Lauderdale I love hella right, always smellin' right Equester you my shit, fuck an express overnight I'm from Poverty-ville, probably will Cuz the prob' remain nothin', that's all, my revolver still Kick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick back Used to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-pack Of crills, who you know could back a deal Quicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"? Murder one, catch a body off of self-defence My mic rinse be my evidence Yo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, what's my hood? Y'all too easy to break, like plywood Get high, Mr. Magic fly Tai wood It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good It's 'Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes*}
[Chorus 2: all] You can ill +In Here+, we can build +In Here+ We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+ You can drink +In Here+, who you think's +In Here+? God body with the shottis, when you blink, we're here
[Killah Priest] Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin' Forever burnin' in the furnace of afflication Overdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the system Will suck the blood of the victims Sacreligious, savage trapped in prison Adapt the wisdom, they sit back and listen To the old-timers, the beast out the clothes liners Bullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ers The nine'll find ya, in the line of fire Skies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghost Drag you through the holes, spit out blue fire My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts I spaz out when my spirit recharge like a volt Electric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*}
[Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick] From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whips Spit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the Olympics For heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hour Allah reps power, one of these fours'll give you lead showers Faint whispers of hoes schemin' to dis-robe your clothes Catch you for your platinum, if not, for your white gold It's all about the code that we were taught to behold Although the world may be rugged, fuck it, we're thuggin' to soul Whether it's straight rapin' a hoe to straight makin' the dough It ain't worth it if you can interpret, yo Understandin', calls for the best plannin' Son just copped the best cannons, so y'all best throw ya hand in Standin' on the mountain top like Martin Luther Rap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab Judah The promised land, here, ain't nuttin' promised, man Just know how to tell a thief from an honest man
[Black Jesus] For the love of the link I spit in your face Gimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tape See we kill for pleasure, you war veter's and I hate your guts In any weather we can get it on and fuck you up Livin' it up, you got big guns, enough jewels Had ass before the cash, y'all niggas playin' the fool Breakin' the rules, I put you where the sun don't shine Buried alive, my nines make a walnut rhyme Feelin' me, son? We all about revealin' the gun Acknowledge the God and know this ain't no one-on-one It's us on y'all, you posin' wit ya back on the wall Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls Can you picture bein' food for the worms, gaspin' for air? You learned the hard way, not to come unprepared See we sacrifice the weak, don't speak unless you spoken to Evaluate your life, dog, cuz your blood'll merk you
[Chorus 2]
[Hook: Timbo King (all)] +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?) Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+
Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone) Left Gunn.. Left Gunn Baldhead Slick..
[Steve Stone] Yo You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it Can you cats say that shit and really mean it? I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are
[Left Gunn] Yo, goin from broke Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do' Movie screen with the voice-activated remote See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat" Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues And rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit "Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin they Cris' And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos
[Hook: All] Yo this one's for my niggaz comin up, what the fuck? Pull them niggaz out they truck, and tell em to give it up Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up
[Guru] Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now I do my thing bitch, way past chains and rings bitch Time to real dough, time for you to sing bitch Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over Your Willy status, and success and fame's over Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the god Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out Tri-state niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear Fuck the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears
I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe Get it to some gangsta shit, watch em clap then he fold Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block In my hood, fuck runnin nigga cuz we tustle with cops Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize Spit raps on how to survive on family ties Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through Nigga what? I don't care if you in the tux I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up
[talking] Whattup whattup whattup, I got them 5 dolla Baldhead Slick CD's Whattup whatttup come and get 'em Yo come here, come here man (yo) Didn't {*slapping*} didn't I say [slapping] Didn't I tell you not to come around here with that shit Huh?! Get down!
[Guru] Yo I keep my enemies close, now I'm ready to squeeze Watch 'em all cry, and make 'em get on they knees "Cry... cry..." - "I want you to cry!" "Yes I want you to get on your knees and cry!" Get on your knees and cry, you know the reason why You ungrateful motherfucker, can't believe you lied You tried to fake me, snake me cuz my heart is good I knew you would, you played the role as hard as you could Revenge is my ammo - black whip, tinted windows Relentless is my wrath, we in the mix like chemicals Why I'm actin that way? Cuz this ain't back in the days Still hold a grudge, old man thug about to blast you away I'll straggle ya plot, effortlessly, with one thought This is way past guntalk, so many blocks I done rocked You didn't know that I was thorough, did you? 5 Boroughs of crews, I'm bout to bury you dudes
[samples] [x4] "Cry..." - "I want you to cry!" "Yes I want you to get on your knees and cry!"
[Guru] Yo, look me in the eye, and explain to me why That I should let things slide, we used to be on the same side Now it's all twisted, and we no longer kick it You had your chance to advance with me bitch, you missed it It's too late to beg or plead, too late for apologies Stop leavin messages, word stop calling me See I got a nice little treat for you I'ma make it crazy tough in these streets for you I don't wanna hear nothin, cuz I called your bluff You call yourself buck, my click'll flip and fuck you up Punks that don't know me think I'm mellow and calm But my peeps they know, I'm wild, gully, and slightly gone Yo stupid, you bout to catch the whole can of this Whoop ass, you shook fast, you shit your pants on this I'm never losin mine, I don't feel like doin time But I still ain't gonna have nobody foolin with mine
[samples] [x4] "Cry..." - "I want you to cry!" "Yes I want you to get on your knees and cry!"
[Guru] Anger management -- yeah I probably need that You feelin my feedback, just stay down on your knees cat You quiet, that's cuz you afraid of dying Afraid of losin yo' head when my lead start flying You can't be serious, try to fuck with my career in this 100 soldiers every city, you suckers can't come near Da Click I don't even got the time for the likes of you So what I'd like to do, is finish with those like you Just for schemin, boy you coulda made it, but you hated So now you gon' find out that the pain is excrutiating So fuck what you be sayin, cuz nobody heard This is a dirty game, I'm takin all your chips, that's my word
[samples] [x4] "Cry..." - "I want you to cry!" "Yes I want you to get on your knees and cry!"
"Yo I keep my enemies close, now I'm ready to squeeze Watch 'em all cry, and make 'em get on they knees" "Yo I keep my enemies close, now I'm ready to squeeze Watch 'em all cry, and make 'em get on they knees..."
Yeah... ain't nuttin sweet in these streets... Everyday it's a never-ending saga...
[Chorus x2: Guru] It's a never-ending saga, the drama, the block's hotter than lava See the stress in the eyes of my mama She don't wanna hear about me gettin put in a cage Still I keep so much heat, have you shook and amazed
[Guru] It's like this everyday hustle got me stifled It's like all I think about is cocking pistols and rifles All I do all day is smoke weed and drink Look at my icey grill in the mirror and then I spit in the sink Got to flip more dough, got to pull another heist May not have the biggest rep, but you could say this brother's nice Twice the cops came by my crib, askin questions About some shit that happened, that nobody wants to mention I'd rather take my own life then live as a snitch I pray to God but sometimes, he don't grant my wish I wanna get out of here, and lace my chick with some Prada gear Push a fat whip and own a big house somewhere I can't sleep, I'm thinkin about my next caper I gotta figure out a way that I can make the best paper I got a son, and yo I'm still mad young Everyday I'm on the Ave. with my niggaz totin mad guns
[Lae-D Trigga] Everyday's a different struggle, different sets and tecs Tryna make my dollars double, so who's next to flex Hollow points wet like sets, got the Ill-X connect Niggaz be hatin when you takin, tryna hold ya breath They wanna mold ya death and lay you where the seas rest For a chain and ya watch, you bound to get yourself popped Have ya brains lookin "Sloppy" like "Joe" Runnin and breathin like whoa This game the illest if ya know when to fold Dramatic incidence, keep the witnesses, bickerin Chickens is sickenin, fuckin cats that own businesses Voices and visions leave a stain in my mind So I explain it in rhymes Bullets and slums keep this dame in her prime Undercovers wanna lock me up, niggaz wanna knock me up Spend my cheddar like they got me stuck I change ya frame from weak to dust, after I heat ya up Automatics, skee that meat and trucks Livin is crazy if you got no luck, worse if you got no bucks You gotta take, all you can or get fucked You gotta space all ya mans and get buck The hood you live in is tough Feels like the whole damn world gone corrupt That's why I drink the veins, anything to ease the fuckin pain Let it reign in my heart on this dirt stain, it hurt mayne
[Guru] Ghetto dreams... callin mad schemes... that's right
[Chorus x2]
[Bless] I heard life was a test, learned life was a mess Ya blaze cess, escape stress from one day to the next Right or left, in this maze that ends in death I'm alive but need rest, progress in three steps With every step or breath, I seem to digest so much shit To get off my chest, born and restless I, sit at my desk, 9 to 5 at best The rest collect checks to waste on lotto bets Forty bottles wet and cigarettes, adress to ad-ress Places, faces with sadness, cats depressed Through all the madness, I managed To be blessed with a sense to know dough don't measure success Cuz even though money is power, it ain't always respect Live my life with no regrets, all these heads know the deal I re-fuse to move, unless I'm doin what I feel The true meaning of real, not the gat that you conceal Cracks ya sell, bitches ya mack, and caps ya peel Try to match my skill, attack ya grill, perhaps I will Sit back and chill, you shoulda known that I'm ill...
[New Child] One, Morgan Isle two, Morgan Isle three Eh Yo, check it I'm about to black out, pull the mack out, blow your back out New Child, niggaz sick wit it, I've been spit it Realest shit I ever wrote, left ya niggaz starvin and craze Like Johnny I blaze Life a nigga robbin' a case East Harlem on that ass, starving for that cash Morph city mash Nigga you get smashed Outlaw Immortal lifeline Only niggaz doin it right Call my name and you die tonight Give a fuck about the future, Grim Reaper call a coward to hell Murder one living out on bail And I don't give a fuck about y'all, faggot niggaz blowing they brains From going insane Me, I keep inflicting the pain See your soul rise, skip town wit four pows Four life guys, wit .45 that's no lie Block to block, I'm sho shock Niggaz know not to ever in they life approach me Cause yo, I'm a killa for rilla, my nilla This is binge rap, savage niggaz sticking out they chest, like revel You want war then lets do it, get right in to it Fuck the lolly game, body bags and dust floor War tactics
[Guru] War tactics Ignorant motherfuckers get they ass kicked I got it mastered, ya basterd Word the dirty Way past 7:30 ya hazard Don't wanna see heaven early I study fire Plus I got 11 worthy calibers Word tha Mack Step in the arena, I'ma have'ta hurt ya black Now ya hurt, by the way that you act For your bitch ass image, I can't believe why they pay you that Try to ignore me, I'ma get gory and straight pay you back Like the Ying and the Yang *gunshot* Click and the bang I'm sick and deranged And I came with a new team, to set it on your record and you quickly changed I'ma parlay after a hard day of schooling suckers And the like the groupon say Kill you stupid motherfuckers I don't trust ya If I don't know ya, disarm ya man and cold body blow ya War tactics
[Chorus:] [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal War] Tactics [Guru War] Tactics [James Gotti] War Tactics [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics [Guru] War Tactics
[DJ Scratching]
[New] Child War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics (War) [Guru] War Tactics [James Gotti] War Tactics [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics [Guru] War Tactics
[DJ Scratching]
[James Gotti] Yo, yo. I'm hot. I carry heat like I walk wit the sun When I speak, bullets shoot I talk wit my gun Yo man lie wit you Planning hits, spying wit you, get high wit you Beef, yo ride wit you, that nigga cry wit you He is when my nine hits you If he standing by wit you, his ass gonna die wit you He dwelled wit 'em, so I shoot em he felt wit them Tail split them, jail flipped 'em, empty my shells in 'em, they well hit 'em Bullet jing wit bell in 'em Let my eternal spell get em Watch em burn in hell wit em My ammo, best chosen to take out my best opponent Guaranteed to rip your vest open and leave your flesh smoking Yo vest open, wit blood to your chest swollen I'm erect chokin, squeeze till yo neck broken My gun, my clip, my bullet we all like rough When I shoot you gonna fall like the season after summer
[Fatal] I'm forced to step up, when death crep up My diamonds shine for any kind that wanna try to get they rep' up Two in place, hit em, get em, make em bounce for 'Pac and Yak Amerikkkaz most wanted Now the feds wanna jock a lot Nigga, this the Outlawz; ain't nobody holding us back They cancel shows They knowing we explode on tracks Abusive Come find the firearms for this new shit Get thirty different names and get Kadafi, still can't do shit I serve ya clique Ya Mack I got the urge to spit Ya never heard of this shit Verbally I'm murderous They broke us up and they broke us slanging coke like a loc'ster I see death around the corner, with two nines in my holster The cognac sipper big barrels by my zipper And I ain't trying to miss ya when I'm tipsy of the liquor I'm controversial, you overrated like Herschel I refuse to go commercial They say patience is the virtue I can't help if my squad up against all odds After shows you get robbed, for my niggaz that died I run ya town like Emmett, only 5 minute tenet Outlaw general, I'm Makaveli lieutenant War tactics
[Guru] Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare While I lounge round town in expensive gear Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap Make you wonder where I hid my gat Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations Stay outta my face son
[Hook] In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face son In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face
[Big Shug] I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough Slap up haters, who diss the flow Gold-diggers only get the toe.. Up they booty hole when they outta control For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet Sucka nigga park my car valet And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet And they sweat like I play for the Jets Am I the best? It's hard to tell Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell To get the cream, and get the fame Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame What's the game? To win this shit at all costs I got what it takes to be the underground boss
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[Hannibal Stax] Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect I'm heat, you wet I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual We maximize, congregatin with alibies From righteous to criminal, Just to make your life a tidbit more miserable So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you I feel for you, and this is all in your mind If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws And get to drillin you just because You thought it wasn't when it was love Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you
[Guru] Yo fuck the kiddy crap, I did that stupid shit already jack Many rapper talk about how they come strapped with plenty gats And how they, were sellin many cracks I take my belt off and give 'em a hundred-twenty whacks So many act, so I treat 'em like my sons And nowadays you got frail niggaz frontin trife with guns But I'm the chief like Beanie, none of y'all can see me Cause my family ties go as deep as Genovese Baldhead to the S-L-I-C-K Wanna rhyme, take a ride down my freeway Peace to all the PJ's and all the DJ's My word are like multitude so keep my shit on replay He say, she say, niggaz know I'm the man Leavin emcees depressed, tryna find a new plan And few can ever measure up to these standards The name is Baldhead Slick and yo, this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
[Guru] One of the first real niggaz, to ever rock a baldie Slick Daddy; that's what my ladies like to call me Trained in combat, still smooth in approach Live from first class, while you snooze in coach Coppin cruiser boats, so I can rule the coast Any altercation, our peeps and do a toast I go from rockin Timberlands, to wearin Gucci boots Never chasin a silly bitch, even if the groupie's cute I'm stakin my claim, breakin you lames I'll choke you out into submission, you ain't takin a bang Fuck it, I'm takin the blame for straight shakin you up Wakin you up, that doo-rag ain't makin you tough Honestly you suck, like an infant on titties Like kamikaze fighter planes, I bomb your city Call me gritty, plus I'm spittin at random Bitch I'm Baldhead Slick, and yeah this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..."
[Guru] Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim All praises due, if ya know what I mean I know what I've seen, so many folks broke with no CREAM Bust out my own joints, so stop sellin me dreams Stop tellin my lies, doing the work of Yaku I'm diligent and militant and I'm gonna stop you Drop you - right where ya standin Son I'm Baldhead Slick and this is "The Anthem"
[Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..."