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(feat. Cypress Hill)
[Intro: bell ringing] Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your main event of the evening [PMD] Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit Squad Yeah, you niggas know the deal Check it, check it, comin' through, uh, Hit Squad [PMD] Sirens blare, niggas wildin' out over chairs The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear Breath takin', niggas rollin' up with the gat shakin' No puss here, brothers sadly mistaken The chains breakin', back to check the rules you fakin' That's violation, like a Muslim eatin' bacon Much got the beat breakin', faggots niggas instigatin' I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your Satan Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', niggas askin' "How he lastin'?" Jewels, with the tool flashin' Blacked out now I'm lacked in, I'ma second win More oxygen, niggas on my jock again [B-Real] Runnin' with the PMD, universal, no rehearsal Controversial, no commercial All rough and rugged, you buckin' off at the straight thuggin' Audio thumpin' and head bumpin' Motherfuckers wanna hear somethin', CD's jumpin' Thumpin' the ground all of a sudden In the mist of the smoke I shut it - all competition Set the condition to submission From the contact I'm sparkin' at brain cells Through songs and magazines and through the e-mail I'm worldwide, six side, killafornia highs No time, define, no wolfs, we need the blind To the slaughter, I'm baptizin' you through the water Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed That's right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill All up in your dome piece [Outro: PMD] ...keep the house bumpin', we be the champions Get the announcements, keep the whole house bumpin' You want somethin', we the champions Keep the house thumpin', get announcements Let them know that you won bitch, we be the champions We be the champions, we be the champions [bell rings x2] |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(feat. Big Him/Sy Scott/Nolan Epps/Bo & Ruck/Billy)
[Billy Billions] Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me Billy run NY team, like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then cop it bro Only got true love if it profit bro And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns Bitches be wantin me like they tax return Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too My whole crew is straight from Belvue If you wanna test I failed you Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied Bill shot tip hop like Missy died [Bo] Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat Wit dope bomb, then post long I'm on the mics like En Vogue song With the heart of lion like Voltron We don't pop champagne, east New York, this aint a damn game No powder here neither cuz we aint tryin to run no campaign I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my clit be?????? I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby East New York, you know we lockin it down And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now [Ruck] We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles I'm tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles The don'll show you, meet villa I'm calm and noble But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you That's the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows Half a pound in the bag of bravos Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers On the truck, DVD, TVs and two ballers And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin leg stretches [Nolan Epps] They bury niggas put 'em on while I'm wildin Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island Suffer county nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga Never lost but you lucky that you found me nigga I take this rap shit more serious than others Born an only child no sisters and no brothers Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me Cuz in the streets it's either kill or be death row And I aint tryin to die I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough Now that's realer than "Real Deal Holyfield" A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appeal New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel Lovin life, stress free how a nigga feel [car crashing] [Big Kim] Watch out, like The Beatnuts I get loose like sluts, givin it up Easy on these cuts Me diggy dog I'm a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross Def Squad baby girl of course Go ahead talk shit like you know All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window Pitch black, Tahoe Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child Long Isl, I'm the black tall star Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar I'm K I M, behold the black queen In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans Baby girl comin through Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global [Sy Scott] Sy get hostile, in thin square time's illogical Rap done fucked up and created a monster Tryin to do with verses, crime watches I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors Watch out I pull my crotch out Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy New nigga in rap I don't know if you heard lately Sy Scott I'm the shot like the glock With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box I'm, artistic, they all autistic Tip it all to me fuckin with the ultimate Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented They agonize on many minutes after admittance The meanest what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is My mean street mangles the meaningless Seem seemingless when I'm singing I win when emceeing Skim cleaning like spring cleaning Def Squad Mr. know it all Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don't fuck with the waterfall [PMD] Ayo, I don't care unless the game change Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine You know the M O, still writin like I'm shoppin a demo So fuck a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo Still crack your back, still snappin necks Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat For any niggga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat Get your shit pushed back, when I'm, heidy ho So leave me alone when I'm ridin low, slidin slow Chronicked out off the Cali 'dro Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know I definitely hold my man down and he holds me Pumpin Ghost's CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be So when our crew strikes they strike proper When they start sprayin shit to fuck up Fuck callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper I'm nice with mine, precise with mine When I cop jewels to floss, yo I cop ice with mine |
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