Cappadonna - Cappadonna Hits [compilation] (2001) by Cappadonna (보컬) on maniadb.com

Uh-hoh
(We back up in this piece, yo)
(Yo, Donna)
(Snatch these birds for a second)
(They rabbits)
GROUPIES!
(Straight up nothing but rabbits)
(Word up, birds are free)
(Word, let go)

Verse 1: Cappadonna

She a super model
33 - 33 throttle
Love the way her body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
Make me fall to my knees
If it's possible
Can I get a set of keys
I swallow your tasty's
BBC's they come in all varieties
Hire me
Hire CC
I'm a liar
But gimme, gimme
My middle leg get you skimmy
Take this shit like a shot of Remi
Bend over let me introduce you to Rover
Until it's over
Now you sober
Put your leg back on my shoulder
I'm a scrub like you
And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do
My new 75 wives's coming through
One female that live near the Bronx zoo
Had to be home no later than 2
And the 2 twins with the hour curfew
The light-skinned females one's you call Boo
THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!(Wu Tang)


HOOK:Ghostface Killah

She a super model
33 - 33 throttle
Love the way her body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
Starsky leaving marks on your titties

Verse 2: Cappadonna

Chocolate milk you look good in your silk
Put your body on tilt
Take me for 2 G's
Even though we not married
I make love to you
You can call me Larry
Call me anything
Don't trap me with the ring
I'm a on

Thats how I be likin my mic
You gotta know how to adjust that shit
I came to the fork in the road and went straight
Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate
See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake
My rap birth date debut song was ice bait
Readit like a novel Donna Cappa gone
Strivin my duns be dollars and coins
Whether in New York or Compton Californs
I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check
One derby, Cappachino the great
Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate
Buildin
Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
I drip through the faucet
I never lost it
Where the party at
give me the mic and I'ma toss it
Head crack talk back, verbal attack
Side track you get japped with my lyric impact
Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna
thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana
projects is rated x I flex and terminate
Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex
Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic
when both hands are cuffed
Whoever tried to make you fall off
Call your dogs off
Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo
live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
Killer bees got it like D, got it like D
Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous
I rock track like a neckalace
Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected
I'm on a mission, flippin
What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition
Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony
Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure
Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what
fancy talk magic, wise up
fly girls keep ya eyes up
track terrorist kiss
Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill
Talk boss, featurin words that kill
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
work hard W-T-C
Donna journalistic
writin wizard(wizid)
Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it
Seen my goal and stuck with it
Ever since a kid, early in a bid
Doin things you never did
All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin
Wallet got tooken
Free from the work release Donna kept bookin
Brooklyn bound, with the sound
hop the turnstiles
fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked
Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid
Tabernacles catch fire within the apple
Tabernacles catch fire within the apple
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Set the black people free

Intro:Raekwon(Cappadonna)
Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
Know what I'm saying?
Straight up
(Love is love)
Yo, don't play with them shits up in here
Them shits is dangerous

Verse 1: Raekwon
Hey yo
Hey yo
Hits Sally
Timbaland grand finale
Damn imagine bringing back Alam skin bally's
Glass of this
Leather dick down status
That's crabbage
Can't see the real so you average
Drip cammo
Who carry Van Damme ammo
Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo
Chilling with niggas who real
Who respect real
Big us get your wig touched crib rushed
Record and command
Slam jams for my mans
Puff trees
Tuck these rugers in your lands
Cemented
Bent out of shape mend it
Represent Spin been through it god
Hold the Mac splendid
Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti
Rob me God'll act ungodly
What never been done before
It's real son you gum it out
Run it in the gun store

Verse 2: Cappadonna
Everyday all day
Fat like Bob Rockaway
Dipped in the latest spot me right away
Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay
Darts in your area that's how I play
Nobody else shouldn't really have a say
When it come down to this Shaolin, USA
Represent fully give me your air space
Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face
Make room as I step up to the plate
RZA create sounds of earthquakes
Make no mistake kid y'all just faking
Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon
WTC rush like Regan
Crush your little song while you on your knees begging

Interlude: Raekwon
Who? That nigga right there?
Son he trust me watch this shit right here

[Cappadonna]
Tell Mel Shawn to come in
Word yo one life to live
It's on your head
Just like my daughters
That's my word!
Polka dot
Connection
Shine just apostle
[Ghostface]
Yo my whole body like a spoiler kid draped in the latest hits
Both hands two glass cutters cops'll alter this
Cream of Wheat steez pushed back we in a spaceship
like the Jetsons ashtray slide refreshments
Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz
Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo
Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar
Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss
Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust
Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby
The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo
[Cappadonna]
Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez
rap's under seige, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
and my staff, I pray like this
I break mics in half, shit realism
Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
or get laid off, I spray New York
I'm an angel, at war with the rappers
Good black women sleep over at Cappa's
I fall into it, Mr. September
Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter
I respect my kind, plus pack a nine
Daytime outfit superb outlet
Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor
If you can feel Don down it Atlanta
I'm a poet, my work is never done
Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one
Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30
Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty
Somethin precise, hold back the pressure
My unit too nice, you only got one life
to live, think twice
(Think twice think twice twice twice twice)
[Ghostface]
Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window
Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle
Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin
multimillions, rap pavillion stay G'in
[Cappadonna]
This year, we throw darts in the air
To let y'all know this shit is severe
Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na
[Ghostface]
Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light
Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light
Statueheads all up in my lab like mad
Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare
Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck
Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest
Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge
Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull
Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox
Big Ghost'll grab the jim and un-fasten your box'
You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee
Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf
Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit
Soundin like me, suckin my dick
Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon
Cappadon...
[Cappadon]
... as I get it on
I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop
It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop
In a class by myself I hold the foundation
Face to face, I make my affiliation
short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf
In the struggle, ten years after the beef
I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin
if it's not the felonies or the color of my skin
I'ma keep switchin my gear, again and again
From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N.
It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin
More sacrifices, create better livin
My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon
Protect seeds, and protect black women
Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin
Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference
Drama, if you slackin up in the business
Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits
Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na (repeat 4X)
"A killer should not be known, he must be discrete - understand?"

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
at the drug site we hung tight
three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
money gets low in the street yo
tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
you know the flavor
ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine
two to four three to nine benatoned it what
we all ran coke grams, you outta luck
young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
nobody drop the trees or they fronts
meet on the roof look off the front play low
watch out for po-po thats how it go
three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo
run! if you ever got somethin on you son
you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it
slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
run! these black boys that take none
don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
run!... be the fuck out word god run hard
Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
spys lookin at you one two lookin too
how you roll what you stole let me see you
nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
we gather in the plaza to jerk through
three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
first one to peel, it's not real
plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
us against brown,run fast like you ran track
never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
crash, toss the heat and tear ass
zig zag till you reach your stash
run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard
me and the god back to back one eighty five
and the four five survive that shit
niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north
or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
you got my man shot, nigga run
we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing
and not smilin on the gate it's too late
fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
coolin without the I.D., it's not me
babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
we know a tech, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration.
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation.
No busters, niggah what no imitations.
If one things not for cash and gold rings
it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'.
Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We know a trick, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

We know bad, like we know good
We know the wold, like we know the hood
We know young, like we know old
We know platnum, like we know gold
And how to get the fat dough
We know, we know

We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray.
And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em
I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
on the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him.
Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em.
We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
how to split a

[Cappadonna]
Ahh... the outdoors the fresh outdoors
Word up it's a beautiful day
Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD
Aiyyo
Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid
Dipped everyday my style is po lit'
I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost
I'm headed to the club tonight we need toast
for that wack ass MC talkin all the shit
I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
It's war with the Gods this year, represent
The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent
But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent
Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs
Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns
But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
we gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive
y'all comin with us, we live on the other side
of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu...
Chorus: Tekitha
Black boyyyeee, ?in your virtue?
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
[Cappadonna]
After the tour I came back for more
Comin correctly, just like before
Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate
in the rec room regulatin with Osirus
Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts
Minds on lease like expensive imports
Elevate the seed, no lust or greed
Livin life long time may continue to breed
Never gettin caught up inside the agencies
for ten long years, but I paid my fee
Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C.
Back me down these streets are still ill
From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill
Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill
Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill
I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill
in the projects where my man got killed
Chorus
[Cappadonna]
Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night
Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right
Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice
From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man
When the world go around these things start to happen
Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin
Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient
Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin
That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon
Pull my man in, hit y'all again
Now I make sense, we do this for the rent
Build with intelligence break your defense
No hesitation, time gets spent
Some fall victim, others get bent
Some recognize, real niggaz represent
I can't never stop til my heart is content
Puttin in the work til I feel confidant
Blast out darts in the Wu basement
Chorus 2X
[Kung-Fu movie sample]
Hahahahahahahaha
Don't you know the underworld?
There's no friendship party here
No meeting
You can come, but you can't leave
Move! Let no one live..
*sounds of fighting*

(feat. Killah Prie)

Intro: Cappadonna
This is the bread of life man
The bread of life
Cus I'm gonna feed all of y'all
I'm gonna feed all of y'all with intelligent lifespans man
I'm gonna give y'all vocubulary veggies
Word up and make y'all understand that
Now is the time to come amongst this nation
And end all devilishment

2nd Intro: Cappadonna
You don't really want god in your life
You don't really want god in your life

Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
x3

Verse 1: Neonek
Pour my wars out basins
My gates is filled with live grazes
Live and die for the king
Escaping hells faces
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds and bees to eat flesh
Shouldn't turn the man you are
Consume you in your darkness
Bloodbaths sealed with fire the lords wrath
Man fainted
Now they see the glory God painted
Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement
Swinging the sword against God
And every mountain
Unleash a vile plague on all you heathens who be doubting
Lined up
Split you in half and grind up
I lined up split you in half and grind up
Enemies are the most high dined hired up
When your times up
The lord made his mind up
Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen

Verse 2: Cappadonna
I got pains in my stomach
I just need to eat
I can't take it no more it's like life in the street
Got my hands shaking
Stressed out for cess
This rap is like coke
My mother can't rest
Times is hard
GATS in the projects
Niggas got jealous since my LP
Made life better
Now y'all hate me
Putting my life down for G-O-D
I rock this
Only love can top this
Laced in clean spirits
Now I'm spotless
Pulling out nots
Now I make hits
Throw jewels at you
Reap the benefits
Laid back love eat my tuna fish
Like that y'all
My God'll slap y'all
Devils in the place
Angels'll trap y'all

Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
x3

Verse 3: Killah Priest
As the full moon follow my passage
Enter my tomb now strike the matches
Light up the room
Open my caskets
Theres my Mummy
Covered in maggotts
Say the words bring me back like Lazarus
Came to pass like the old lady who read my tarrots
My GAT spit
Still I shed the tears of a saint
My hearts passion
Painting pictures that's mad graphic
After my words are said
My paper burns up in ashes
All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper
Cold winds beat upon the window shutters
We break bread
8 Fed's came in and bust us
They rush us
They took me I screamed to my dog
The Sun Of Man must suffer
They kill me
Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers

Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life(You don't really want God in your life)
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
x2

Verse 4: Cappadonna
We always in the struggle
Making those Wu-Banga's
We hang like hangers
It's the essence of hip-hop
Live in the present
Write rhymes or Hasson'll never test this
Eighties fundamental
God is essential
Rents due plus the greatest lesson is don't owe
Pray with the flow and cruise through the avenue
Blacked down like some of the Jews do
Guns kill so do a missle
All praise due
May the father be with you
A child need milk
These needles are specially built to open your mind
Now is the time oh Lord place your hands upon us
It's the meat by selling bricks
To building cocaine weak
People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches
Cats and dogs
Cops roll like Bozz Hogg
In the jungle
Where every black man is Tarzan
We are gathered here today
In the name of this rap
We coming in peace
So nobody have to get clapped

Hook: Cappadonna
The bread of life
Drop jewels and take flight
In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
x7

Outro: Cappadonna
You don't really want God in your life
The bread of life
You don't really want God in your life

Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage
live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against
pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation
cats got the puff powder dance
underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot
speak at the ones on top
at the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real
whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you
the struggle is official with this
chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers
we rock those real black leather bombers
for real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
ya'll better be still
my brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
I put the work in, any predictament
in fact it don't matter to me
the rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency
but rock beautifully, no security with me
hard times and prophecy
one idea, two children and three for virginity
pure energy whenever you confront me
I'ma take yours, star wars.

[Chorus]
Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers
New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam

(repeat Chorus)

[Verse 2]
The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now
let the Teck blow now
more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies
blocks where the Babies pick locks
and Women make love to other Women
it's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
no more cold war, it be the poor ones
no radio play, from the hallway to the doorway
they banned us, cease to understand us
rap criminals segregated, player hated
underrated, project recipients
Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana
I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer
photographs with the Hummer
a young dumber, boun

Park Hill
Staten Island New York City
Check for a nigga check for a nigga
If you in Maryland check for a nigga
If you in Virginia check for a nigga
If you in Toronto check for nigga
Check for a nigga check for a nigga
You see me Uptown yo you see me Uptown last night
with my new Nike's satellite gold as hell
I stroll well I protect with the most
respected mic check cassette full of life
High technology, Gortek intellect
Good for a million, one dart project
Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor
merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore
One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head
Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass
Quick competition, got you in a smash
Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear
I fear none, Dolemite strike three time
award mic fuck crazy vagina
Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City
Slang Nitty, check for me badly
Manditory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up
The one man news team fast like a photographer
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in D.C., check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
If you in Ohio, check for a nigga
If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Straight from the heritage, public announcers
Ounces of darts, he fucked you over
I stole ya heart, so just in case
you forgot about the face, flash that camera
at the all-time great, slight paranoid
Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment
It's the magnificent, first album
Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver
Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver
Masterpiece in the making, Asian
African Egyptian Jamaican
Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin?
Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out
This man is on fire, fully developed
dance with the organizer, chance me
Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber
Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger
Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger
The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger
Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox
channel Fox, telecommunicate
Match money like socks, summertime style
Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous
kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga
If you in D.C., check for a nigga
If you in Georgia, check for a nigga
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Outfits forever
New Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness
I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics
Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent
Twist me in the city, elegance walk
My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57
in Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman
Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson
Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds
design arts and crafts, used to play the field
on the rap, drafted the devil
Bass and treble, worldwide baritone
Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics
splash out my dome, uncontrollable
Staten Island untold feel it across the globe
I expand, Cappa the man, head low
Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty
My stee' mary alley, follow my lead
not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin
a war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid
Better branches, turn your head twice
One life, still gettin it right, then yo
check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a
nigga
If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga
If you in Manhattan check for a nigga
If you in Queens, check for a nigga
If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga
check for a nigga, check for a nigga
check for a nigga
If you in the Woods, check for a nigga
check for a nigga
If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga
check for a nigga

[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini Donna J Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
[Method] The Iron Lung
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo yeah
Yeah yo yo
Dart throwing yo aimin at your nostril Aeropostle
sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
Mili tia eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
on your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys
[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
over the children, as it began to rain
I started buildin, spoke many times before
but didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
...
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers

Intro: Cappadonna
This album right here
This is the Yin and the Yang
So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
You gonna hear a lot of profanity
You might hear a lot of um...
A lot of love
A lot of hate
You know what I'm saying?
Cus it's like come on I got enemies
I got frienemies
And those that pretend to be's

HOMOCIDE HILLS!
That's the grits
THE GRITS!
The barracks baby word up
Verrazano bridge
yo yo

[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
I give a speech like Martin Luther King
Let freedom ring
Forget a bow ring
It's a black thing
Holding me locked up
With brothers be getting oxed up
Taking life for granted
Most of us abandon
How I know you not a cruel
Beef in the home
Africans
With jet black Americans
Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans
Deep in the street
Thugs carrying heat
The rest of the projects surrounded with gates
Middle class families are moving upstate
While the younger generation selling cake
Trying to immitate mixtapes
It's all final
Big locks on the Verrazano
Get fined BB conduct
On some King Tut
Poverty struck
I seen the right to enter Uhaah took
My cup runneth over
Stressed out whenever I'm sober
This cold world got my girl scan
Fight on the sand
I'm allergic to ham
Weak minds all aboard
I see devils in the eyes of camcord'
And my reward is to let y'all know
I'm going out like PLO
Whenever I go uhh

THE GRITS!
THE GRITS!

[Verse 2: 8-Off]
I start the slaughtering
Make all eyes start watering
I know an 800 number you can get your coffin
Start ordering
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