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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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 lock D, got it lock 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 WTZ 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 Tabernackles catch fire within the apple Tabernackles 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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Artist: Cappadonna f/ Killa Bamz
Album: The Pillage Song: Pillage Typed by: OHHLA.com (Killa Bamz) Red dog Ebonese, half Gotti and Lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears Floatin through the Village, trapped in design to shine Pillage, war between the thug and the con As for the father reborn, castle in the mind Mind blind and captive, warfare be inner-active Bamz is savage hard to substitute Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'ma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues Gotta prop the holes in my suit, Bamz foot style is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin Prepare for this war we assassin, but now I'ma chill for a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic Sources is similar to full drum when we swarm Rock my red cape like Spawn Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah know it's best to quote the topics Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail Like crews who soul miss, tamper doors open and your death wish, peepin analyst Bamz who got the mad new shit (Cappadonna) The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno Acapella was take two, respect due No commercial I teach though, I reach those higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd Down low is me, Bamz sugar free Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club Attack hate runnin with love, better grub Dick em down easy, past sound, pass out Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle Razor Sharp label, ferryboat Park Hill Gallo and the Sable Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King Two to four work release time in the bang Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox Bowl of rice Trump, poor people Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal The bible, the thirty-six tribal Trials and tribulations, survival Drugs as my retardation, masturbation False identification, one nation Blood, mud, water, togetherness Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug You bugged, kid, fuck off |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Yo, break that dutch down
(Cappadonna) You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for (Cappadonna) All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background* |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
(U-God) Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes (Method Man) Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye Full metal street soldiers, born to die Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin Night vision unseen, like Jean when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase, I give em finger The only hip-hop singer, to tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior, heavy hands layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill (Cappadonna) I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate Army tank, high rank, got the bank Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open up your life Let me swim wiht your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one, playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me <Chorus> Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I cant dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end <Chorus> Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength to go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these, Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education that money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place <Chorus> |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like Alien 3 Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me Bitch, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wish |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
Tell Mel Shawn to come in and lose The Game 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) |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got my life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" and I did it, milky Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! Chorus: Method Man Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what? (Cappadonna) Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus (Method Man) Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch! *gunfight* |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry
You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts [Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe with the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault that you wanted to bounce, now you tellin me that you cleaned up your act, beep me everytime but I never call back, that's how I felt when you was makin me crack Me leave wifey for you?? I'm crying I'm crying Chorus [Blue Raspberry] Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free... |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CD's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer Beez Chorus: Rhyme Recca Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything ain't always everything, and everything that you see ain't reality, they just illusions (repeat 2X) (Cappadonna) Face to face I break bread everytime In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend these crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my cabbage Cherryheads, and parrots won't live in the barracks, we Don Hoe Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that Chorus (Cappadonna) I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killer Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like we too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Street Life like two cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus* Chorus (Kung-Fu movie sample) The other killers, have already shown up Now it'll be your turn, to die too |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
[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 the ghetto streets 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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from RZA - The Rza Hits (1999)
Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed Verse One: RZA Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles nickel plated pistols official Wu Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from the scorer Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides And this bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance and stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear Chorus: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant Verse Two: Cappadonna Pele egg-head the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby master Tommy Hil Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear Verse Three: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby and just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it go Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know, how low, it go |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Cappadonna](Ghostface Killah) 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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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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 |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water [Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast (If y'all ain't wit us y'all) Uh! Uh-huh, yeah (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Come on, come on, yeah, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo These thoughts is fire hot like uh! Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo [Cappadonna] These thoughts of fire, hot like sex Never fall off in the projects Original Don, rockin the world Catch in the palm, hold on to me Real rap shit, over here The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the hoes, and get lovely OTF, cases of bubbily Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no pity Get the cash, fuck that kitty After that, it's time to get dough (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Gimme a track, I lace the flow I go to places y'all can't go Overseas, me doin the show Playa hate me but we got the Mo' Test me, that's a big no-no (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! [Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers] Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know - |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
I'm goin' all out, I love trout Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up, I tear mics up peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck tear the jail up, truck with the mind food truck with jewels, forget babylon rules I'm crusin' with the angels goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that graduation hats, bigger stacks ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic hold ya'll like the Atlantic Pillage at your service clubs start to get nervous loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips packed with the info, join the revolution slang prostitution, even if you boostin' play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired a Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside. Chorus - O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this live this, thats how we conduct big business O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga when we come through, might have to jump on you 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this give this, thats how we conduct big business. Verse 2: (Shyhiem) I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty shotgun, pull it out and s |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
If it's possible I'll step in your obstacles [Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Chorus] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle [Chorus] -a |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa Keep ya head to the sky (Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Some things might just change, right? Keep ya head to the sky) Ya hear? [Cappadonna] Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God But times are hard, take a look around Poor people treat ya brother as a equal Snuffin to be found on the ground These ain't the faces of a clown We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach My mind is still in reach Never too far away from the pains of today And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away Before we come together and pray, God is the way One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay Children away from judgement day I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Some things money just can't buy Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky [Cappadonna] Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother If you can't follow, mind's are hollow Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry I'm like the fort singin on the ferry The fairy Godfa |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Killa Bamz)
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Tekitha) Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Cappadonna) Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close but can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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 lock D, got it lock 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 WTZ 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 Tabernackles catch fire within the apple Tabernackles 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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Artist: Cappadonna f/ Killa Bamz
Album: The Pillage Song: Pillage Typed by: OHHLA.com (Killa Bamz) Red dog Ebonese, half Gotti and Lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears Floatin through the Village, trapped in design to shine Pillage, war between the thug and the con As for the father reborn, castle in the mind Mind blind and captive, warfare be inner-active Bamz is savage hard to substitute Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'ma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues Gotta prop the holes in my suit, Bamz foot style is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin Prepare for this war we assassin, but now I'ma chill for a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic Sources is similar to full drum when we swarm Rock my red cape like Spawn Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah know it's best to quote the topics Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail Like crews who soul miss, tamper doors open and your death wish, peepin analyst Bamz who got the mad new shit (Cappadonna) The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno Acapella was take two, respect due No commercial I teach though, I reach those higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd Down low is me, Bamz sugar free Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club Attack hate runnin with love, better grub Dick em down easy, past sound, pass out Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle Razor Sharp label, ferryboat Park Hill Gallo and the Sable Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King Two to four work release time in the bang Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox Bowl of rice Trump, poor people Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal The bible, the thirty-six tribal Trials and tribulations, survival Drugs as my retardation, masturbation False identification, one nation Blood, mud, water, togetherness Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug You bugged, kid, fuck off |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Yo, break that dutch down
(Cappadonna) You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for (Cappadonna) All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background* |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
(U-God) Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes (Method Man) Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye Full metal street soldiers, born to die Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin Night vision unseen, like Jean when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase, I give em finger The only hip-hop singer, to tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior, heavy hands layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill (Cappadonna) I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate Army tank, high rank, got the bank Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open up your life Let me swim wiht your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one, playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me <Chorus> Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I cant dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end <Chorus> Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength to go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these, Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education that money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place <Chorus> |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like Alien 3 Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me Bitch, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wish |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
Tell Mel Shawn to come in and lose The Game 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) |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got my life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" and I did it, milky Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! Chorus: Method Man Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what? (Cappadonna) Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus (Method Man) Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch! *gunfight* |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Rzarector in the shadow
Tru Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow Verse 1: Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts evole around New York City Evidence ?sir?, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract My electrical shine, ?ok? polly see me downtown 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows My rap shot's hot but suppose you get Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep? Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow Verse 2: Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much french fries, not enough shake Rza blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the Border |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(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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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry
You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts [Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe with the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault that you wanted to bounce, now you tellin me that you cleaned up your act, beep me everytime but I never call back, that's how I felt when you was makin me crack Me leave wifey for you?? I'm crying I'm crying Chorus [Blue Raspberry] Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free... |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Cappadonna)
All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CD's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer Beez Chorus: Rhyme Recca Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything ain't always everything, and everything that you see ain't reality, they just illusions (repeat 2X) (Cappadonna) Face to face I break bread everytime In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend these crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my cabbage Cherryheads, and parrots won't live in the barracks, we Don Hoe Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that Chorus (Cappadonna) I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killer Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like we too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Street Life like two cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus* Chorus (Kung-Fu movie sample) The other killers, have already shown up Now it'll be your turn, to die too |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
(Killa Bamz)
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Tekitha) Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Cappadonna) Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close but can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit |
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from Cappadonna - The Pillage (1998)
[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 the ghetto streets 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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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
Whateva, whateva man I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up [Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X) [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the Black Boy video? Bring Run back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks [Chorus 1.5X] [Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I so |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(feat. Cappadonna)
Intro: Inspectah Deck Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Sir I, Excalibur "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) 2X "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse One: Inspectah Deck/Rebel INS Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture Limited edition composition spark friction non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence Wu original, true colors step from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both lines 4X) Verse Two: Masta Killa Now all pay tribute to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth overwhelmin the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged from this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray, an array of shots that travel downwind, just respect pyrhiffic pen as I send, the minds of the weak To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land as we stand, expanding our CREAM A dollar to every grain of sand Let the mind use the physical as planned "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse Three: Cappadonna Yo, yo, this is Beirut Try to comprehend check out my new suit Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere Fallin out the sky tall sniper Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverand, put the best work in Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both 4X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(feat. Cappadonna)
*glasses/jewelry tinkling* You my Daddy whore (2X) *laughing* (Cappa) Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna... Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard This is dedicated to all you bitches Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina Boy you shoulda seen her She had a babyface creamer Purinas Called up talkin Tina I put my dick in a broom She blew my head like a balloon I had her walkin on the moon Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind You walked by smellin like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy After that we can cheat, laid on the bed Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my continous poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty I like it muddy or swampy By now you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV Blackberry squeeze Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850 Verse Four: RZA Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void and shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom *woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh (Wu-Tang movie samples) You people are all trying to acheive the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail, and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeed |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Ol Dirty Bastard)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'm a-rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies, And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble wit' patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, da hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back, what? My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed, from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried, like a bad perm; what the blood- Clot, we smoke pot and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six can't rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage And get wasted, my deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic Compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow For-, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilised with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring-king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape, from your dragon's lair--in particular My beats travel like a vortex, Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter-through-your-right-ventricle-clog-up your bloodstream High Terminal, Like Grand Central Station, program fat baselines on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victims' families save they ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard Ninety-three million miles away from came one To represent the nation, this is a gathering Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin' like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink, You had a navy dream Salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali Came in threes We like the Genovese. Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God Then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Raekwon) Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
(Rakeem) Word up, niggaz is stupid (Cappa) Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops (Raekwon) Yo it was on last year Son (Rakeem) Huh? Fuck them cops (Ghost) Word (Raekwon) Scrape them niggaz (Raekwon) Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table (Ghost) Like this (Raekwon) That shit looks pretty (Rakeem) Yo (Ghost) I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind (Raekwon) Pass the weed off man inhale (Ghost) think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn (Rakeem) Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck cop's walkie talkie is heard (Raekwon) Mike's was crystal, erythang (Rakeem) other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga cop's walkie talkie still babbling (Method) Aiyyo you got a light? (THE PIG) Excuse me can you put that out please? (Method) Oh shit (Raekwon) For what? For what? (Method) Jiggy (THE PIG) Could you please put that out? (Raekwon) For what? I ain't puttin.. (THE PIG) Put the shit out now! (Raekwon) I ain't puttin shit out!! (THE PIG) UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! everything gets chaotic (THE PIG) UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! (Rakeem) The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! (Raekwon) Slap fire out! (THE PIG) Oh no no no no no no no (Raekwon) Get your shit right (THE PIG) Get what? (Raekwon) We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word music fades in "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" (Raekwon) That's comin from Louis Rich (Raekwon) Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did - what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street" Verse Two: CappaDonna Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nuttin but experience placed upon track with the true sound, not lyin out the crown When we not workin we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type that get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast soundin just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop frontin is the issue It's my turn, live niggaz could pass Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up..." "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Raekwon)
Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee bringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch (Inspectah Deck) Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master (Ol Dirty Bastard) I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise (U-God) Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth (CappaDonna) Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man Workin hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts |
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from Heat (1999)
[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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
[Verse 1]
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
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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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water
[Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast (If y'all ain't wit us y'all) Uh! Uh-huh, yeah (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Come on, come on, yeah, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo These thoughts is fire hot like uh! Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo [Cappadonna] These thoughts of fire, hot like sex Never fall off in the projects Original Don, rockin the world Catch in the palm, hold on to me Real rap shit, over here The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the hoes, and get lovely OTF, cases of bubbily Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no pity Get the cash, fuck that kitty After that, it's time to get dough (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Gimme a track, I lace the flow I go to places y'all can't go Overseas, me doin the show Playa hate me but we got the Mo' Test me, that's a big no-no (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! [Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers] Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know - |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
I'm goin' all out, I love trout
Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up, I tear mics up peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck tear the jail up, truck with the mind food truck with jewels, forget babylon rules I'm crusin' with the angels goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that graduation hats, bigger stacks ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic hold ya'll like the Atlantic Pillage at your service clubs start to get nervous loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips packed with the info, join the revolution slang prostitution, even if you boostin' play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired a Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside. Chorus - O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this live this, thats how we conduct big business O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga when we come through, might have to jump on you 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this give this, thats how we conduct big business. Verse 2: (Shyhiem) I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty shotgun, pull it out and s |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
If it's possible I'll step in your obstacles
[Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Chorus] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle [Chorus] -a |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa Keep ya head to the sky (Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Some things might just change, right? Keep ya head to the sky) Ya hear? [Cappadonna] Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God But times are hard, take a look around Poor people treat ya brother as a equal Snuffin to be found on the ground These ain't the faces of a clown We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach My mind is still in reach Never too far away from the pains of today And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away Before we come together and pray, God is the way One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay Children away from judgement day I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Some things money just can't buy Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky [Cappadonna] Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother If you can't follow, mind's are hollow Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry I'm like the fort singin on the ferry The fairy Godfa |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin and The Yang (Clean Ver.) (2001)
Whateva, whateva man
I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up [Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X) [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the Black Boy video? Bring Run back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks [Chorus 1.5X] [Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I so |
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