*(Ric Roc talking)*. . Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That. shit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'm.
bless the day that. you walked into my life. cos i was lost before you. by your side i wanna do right. love you girl for the rest of my life. (leave it all just for you).
Heaven is counting on you. Run with a heart that is true. Carry the cross, reaching the lost. Heaven is counting on you. . We are standing at the end of time.
[Hook: Raw Dizzy]. Is that heaven for a street nigga?. Is that heaven for a street nigga?. No it ain't my fault, we gotta eat nigga. Know where I'm going when I leave nigga.
[Red 1]. Yo yo. We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws. Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper. Call Mr. Martin and the preacher. To the saloon, the showdown high noon.
[Rasaq]. Ay, ay. I'm not a good guy, Imma hood guy. Get ya hair cooked fry, chook pie. Good bye, and if I rap that besides the point. Bout to take a nine and point, put a slug beside ya joint.
Monstablokaz. . Yes. . Chorus (2x). My people I see you,. Hands up like we do,. Rock on, drop bombs. . Verse 1. (Raptile). This is. Fire fire fire fire,.
Look what yall made me do. Chorus:. this is your koran or bible. to be a true emcee icon or idol. the contents you put in your songs are vital. like training for the ufc you want a title.
Before the dough came, my whole aim, was blow like propane. Control the whole domain, and then show no shame. Make rappers go [unverified] and they so lame, playin' with no game.
Holy are you. Holy are you. There is no God but you (ah huh). There is no God but you. (I need to talk to yall for a minute). Praised be the Lord. (And be serious for a minute).
(Hip-Hop!) X2. That's what it is. Uh huh.. Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man.. . Ay, yo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up.. Reminisce, when this drop, get amped up..
(Take that microphone from that kid and heat it up). . I keep the mic hot, I heat it up kid. I keep the mic hot, I heat it up (x2). . Mic check y'all.
Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' shit. 94, we must go to war fast with the pen and the pad. Goddamn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders. Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid.
Fuck that shit Raekwon. Do that shit. Fuck them niggas.... . Whats up playboy. Nigga, you doing you're thing. Nigga, go ahead. . Chorus: [Raekwon]. Yeah, them fake duels.
I said hey babe, I'm sorry,. I didn't mean to hurt you like I did.. You said hey boy, no worries,. cause no one's gonna love you like I did.. I'm so sorry for what I did,.
[verse 1]. Banned from our damn so called country. No claim yall know the name. Some got the rest of the planet. To feel us damn it. Substance over style.
Pusher of the button talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin'. The mack of the format gettin' fat ain't funny. 'Cause my neighborhood is flowin' money. Thank God for the boulevard they keep the motor runnin'.
Look around. What do you see. Can you see what I can see. Hard to live without we. Catchin hell without he. Phenomenons, phenoms and prodigys - huh. 20,000 maniacs just gotta be.
May I rise, may I rise to speak to this game. Ashamed that I invited this devil. To rise to a living level, speakin' to the kind of. Refined knowledge to define evil.