[Prodigy]. Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?. Is it real? Really? ... Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo. Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound. . [Noreaga].
[Havoc]. Uh-huh, yeah, here comes another one. And niggaz gon' now what I'm talkin about. (Most def.. most definitely). . [Prodigy]. Aiyyo Hav' man (yeah) kick that shit my nigga.
Memories play back like film. I flash back we was little niggas livin' most real. 1989's when we first met. We first clicked over convo' gettin' twisted.
Yo, come here darlin', have a seat, we need to speak. Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?. Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door.
[Prodigy and Cormega]. For my G-pack niggas. Right, right. Shooting at cops nigga what. For my G-pack niggas. Fuck the police. N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks.
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot. Im cooked like the coke up. Boy it will over scorch you,. Be a soldier on your frontline. Im wicked with the rapping. The sickest nigga on the drop.
I am not what you thought, I am all seen. I am the top of New York. This is Empire state boy sit. I ain't ballest in the worst flow. Bring it on, I am thrown.
[Prodigy]. Yo, what you doin right now?... Fuck Man.... Niggas don't know what pain is man.... I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga.... . Who be the source of this rap shit, us the bosses.
You gotta snatch some cowards and let them motherfuckers know you're gonna take them out, any time you feel like it!. . I need a gangsta bitch. Give me a gangsta bitch.
(Young P). Ayo daddy show these mothafucka's how we do it. P, P, P, P. P, P, P, P. Who holding down NYC huh?. P, P, P, P. Yeah, listen. [Prodigy]. It don't matter who popping for the moment.
Super now smoke few bottles on the sleety. parkers on racks 'cause I raps like Christmas. holy shit get light, get light. it's hot outside I got the keys to the bike.
(Intro, P). Dont let em ever tell you dreams dont come true, Dont ever let them shoot down your dreams. No Dream big! Come here man, look me in my eyez now tell me who will stop me.
Oh, y'all niggas killer now, oh word?. Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga. Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga. . Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills.
* remake of Boogie Down Productions "Criminal Minded". . [Prodigy]. Yeah old school part one feel it. The realest, Who be the realest. Them niggaz stay.
Yo, it gets no better than this. It's the hottest shit on street. It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat. The solar system stand still. Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention.
Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun. Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em. Getting real up in here y'all. What like, is like, is like, is like. How we do it dun, Murder muzik.
[Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]. She said. You would be high too. If you had to live the life that I do. I view it blindly before he finds me. And reminds me of why my eye droops.
(Mr J Medeiros). Envision the prison of age. where the apparent disposition. is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage. who hits the parents when decisions are made.
Lost, take a walk to the lake to ease my mind. then i wonder off. try to get up in my own zone no i don't really. want to talk. Layed back in the grass looking up at marshmellow clouds.
Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D. Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,. You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo.