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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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?" |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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* |
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| 4:32 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 3:01 |
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[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 |
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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 Th |
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