They gotta war for oil, a war for gold. A war for money and a war for souls. A war on terror, a war on drugs. A war on kindness and a war on hugs. A war on birds and a war on bees.
Silkk & (Mercedes) talkin:. you ain't da one talkin' all da mess right. (who me). ya girl. (ain't said notin). well you been saying something. (you wanna know)......
[memphis bleek]. Get your ones, get your guns. Muthafucker it's on. New millenium, and what?. Bleek re-born. All the haters eat a dick. Who I'm riding with bitch.
Get your ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on. New millennium and what? Bleek reborn. All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch. You know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo. Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up. I'm a show em all the money. And the ass I pass up. . How I'm N.Y. deep. Who snitched to N.Y.P..
Thats right, up front and personal. . Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?. I love these streets, what you think of that?. My whole team rock rocks, we dont speak to cats.
G-yo, g-yo. . Aiy yo I'm back wit' it, still tote the gat wit' it. Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit' it. Who could fuck wit' it? Not a soul, I'm out of control.
Yeah, yanahmean?. Just some for all my niggas in the hood. They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and. Yanahmean, when I do these interviews.
Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, huh. Yeah, that bounce we need ya know. Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here. Let me hear some new shit, yeah, niggaz. Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these beats.
Intro: (*Dialogue in the street*). look at all these tripe 'n ass motherfuckers. This niggaz don't even seen him, it's a goddamn shame. niggaz bittin my motherfuckin shit.
[mjg]. A natural fact:. That I pimp tracks and freak around. The game got cracks in them pipes,. It's leakin' town. My lines blow yo' mind,. Yo' senses remain puzzled.
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit. (Compton niggas). Nigga who the fuck got that street shit. (Park's niggas). . Nigga who the fuck got that street shit.
West coastin, coastin, coastin. West coastin, coastin, coastin. Y'all chillin' wit the villian right now (x3). West coastin, coastin, coastin. . Nigga ren up back in this motherfucker.
Verse 1:. I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin' a bid. ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge. My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own. all alone, never had a Father home.
[mcgruff]. I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokee. Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony. It's ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me. I wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny.
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man. I will slam dunk on your big man. Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs.
[mcgruff]. Now check it, uptown kid on the record. Who you thought? who you expected?. Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun. Now I'm gettin paid without bustin my gun.
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through. I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue. These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse. Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi.
Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase. . One two one two, check it I can't stay home. Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone. "Do you run?" No, like I said before I walk.