For the ghetto media, dont let the light skin fool ya', I will fuck ya up.
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic maybe the past would understand if they'd get off their ass and mash. How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin like a dope fiend. But I'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto gunz and erase my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy Jesus really never died, you crucified mutual suicide, Who am I? Local with vocals going coast to coast Heaven'll move me right, fo sho deception weather my brethen but sunny days when they parley get killed when they get tah steppin 'member the weapon's close and doctor said I need time to myself on the ocean those frivlous thoughts but I'm brought up full of this independence caught up sever relentless evil intentions nobody knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to mention I love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on , we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on.
We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and i aint fuckin the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes off but my dick'll go soft! never mix business with your sickness enemy see me flippin in the picnic with your little divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice me and my boyz give us a choicehow could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one making noise ain't it a breech of trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge a book by it'z cover, word to the muthafucka I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil Layzie like Ceaser, Stacks like lil Pesci N Casino and Wish dont give a fuck! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead wake up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of Survival triple six rivals, triple six rival member you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz that'll bust in the club you don't feel us strapped in the bed, strapped pickin up the kids in the realist, the realist, the realist, the realist.
It'll make your body shake when it'z too late soon as you flipped off to saftey baby this we all day don't tell me you crazy, will they sell me? hell naw! For reason this weepin widow be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep Rollin' with my Crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks in school of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitches mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these casualties well there passin me by but I hear death callin' when it'z so cold in the room who's stallin better come after me, we say fuck y'all all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.
"BODY ROTT"
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Krayzie Bone:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these player hating
niggaz body rott,body rott,
body rott. Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these mother fucking
cops body rott, body rott,
body rott. I say the war shouldn't stop until these player hating niggaz
body rott, body rott, body shouldn't stop until these player hating
niggaz body rott, body rott, body. Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until
these motherfucking cops body rott, body rott, body rott ...We paper
chase and smoke blunts. You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggazlike
us, don't be so quick to test us, I'll be known I might bust.I'm a have
to talk to Eazy through the Ouija so I can see, and maybe he can tell me
why you hating on me, biting on me, why you want me, to show a nigga
Leather Face in me. Don't fuck around nigga, he's a real buck 'em down
nigga, motherfuck rapping, how about fucking with me now nigga.Niggas
get your checks from your brawls get high, and your broads take your
keys from you niggaz and ride. Everybody want to party, even the niggas
with a problem, hey nigga, weed'll solve 'em, cause bitch we'll squash
'em. Don't know me, fuck you when you got big, but you also got two
clone styles and no more teeth. See me rapping on your TV acting, and
it's a fact that when you see us in person think that we won't flex and
showno action, down for mine, so I got to show a nigga time to time, so
I'll figure I'll slow down a rhyme. So they can understand I flow with
so much anger and pain, and if I'm drunk then I'll explode like a
fucking,grenade nigga. Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm, I'm breaking
niggaz out of prison, killing all the guards. Power to the people,
giving people the power, to put it down in your city, and fuck them
hillbillies. Nigga, I can't stand no motherfucking po-po. When will we
start killing these bitches and take in no more? Mo Thug, is the only
clique that I claim, although we all beyond the banging, you can say I
roll with a gang. And dissing ten checkers in the making, so nigga
continue with the rotation ...I say the war shouldn't stop until these
player hating niggaz body rott,rott, body rott. Nigga, the war shouldn't
stop until these mother fucking cops body rott, body rott, body
rott.
Bizzy Bone:
I heard a murder, heard a murder, I heard. Yeah nigga we
heard about all of the murders, open the gat then tore off. Flipping a
flow then let it burn, when a thug pistol to police at y'all, finna
ball. Bitch, you fucking with all of the black gat, peep, in the 1999
when it beat up in these, yup. Better be no peep or release the Biz, and
I rip the script, and getting my peeps, get to rip a bit, you don't hate
the Wi$h never a trick, nigga lose your arms, better use your feet, now
pick up any nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah. Get it pumped, erupt, with corrupt
as a 4 dollar buck come and get fucked up and get out of the county,
nigga, get rowdy,ducking a battle, it's a pin, pin in the idle.
Repent-pent off a cattle,and you feel me daddy early out I start like a
man. And when you shit at,Cleveland with a band, now look at me
platinum. Fuck the rap and caught a bitch made hation nation, nowadays
an occupation. So while you hate me,still can't fade me away, go on be
gone. Because the point of view was made with this song. And murdering
'em pop, pop, pop, pop ...
Krayzie Bone:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these player hating niggaz body rott,body rott, body rott. Nigga,
the war shouldn't stop until these mother fucking cops body rott, body
rott, body rott. I say the war't stop until these player hating niggaz
body rott, body rott, body. Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these
motherfucking cops body, body rott, body rott ...
Layzie Bone:
How do you
see me when you see me. Drinking on Hennesey and Remy, look in my eyes,
my shit is dreamy. Begging now, Scotty won't you beam me up? How about
12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order infantry. Y'all better expect a
fucking around with a SET. And I better be a souljah organizer for the
love and just us. Armed you see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we
trust. So nigga I bust so back up off me, giving no mercy shit is
critical, killing you individual, with a ouija-type ritual.I'm digging a
ditch, for all of y'all po-po who felt you could come and raid, nigga,
ain't no way to be safe, nigga this the army
brigade. So listen up and hear what's spoken as I start this loco motion
retaliate because we
chosen, open, showing this Lord's devotion ...
Krayzie Bone:
I say the war
shouldn't stop until
these player hating niggaz body rott, body rott, body rott. Nigga, the
war shouldn't stop until
these mother fucking cops body rott, body rott, body rott. I say the
war't stop until
these player hating niggaz body rott, body rott, body rott. Nigga, the
war shouldn't stop until
these motherfucking cops body rott, body rott, body rott ...
Wi$h
Bone:
Now when you're fucking
with me, make sure you know what you're doing. Got nigga that know when
they rolling with me,
infrared to your head, don't dare, you dead, we fled, got to get away.
Got to make sure I'm free
so when you need me I can buck another day. It's a Bone thang, better
ride right, cause when
you're fucking with, you going die, die. Don't be surprised, Bone want
no presidents, want to run
it all, run all of it.Fuck that dub fuck that dub. Niggaz soon be
steered, nigga don't pull no gun
if you ain't gone spit. Click clack back be the sound, these punks and
haters is wrong, uh.
We bucking 'em down. Trust in me, in harmony I find peace, eternally
blessed my soul y'all. And
everyone that rides with me.It's from me to you, it's from me to you, me
to you. It's just our
point of view, it's just our point of view, point of view, point of
view, yeah. And that's why I
stay high, so high, so high like la di da da da, la di da da da, so
high, so high ...
Krayzie Bone:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these player hating
niggaz body rott,body rott, body
rott. Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these mother fucking cops body
rott, body rott, body
rott. I say the war shouldn't stop until these player hating niggaz body
rott, body rott, body
rott. Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body
rott, body rott, body
rott.
*
"GHETTO COWBOY"
Krayzie Bone, Thug Queen, Layzie Bone, Powder, and Felicia
[Horses galloping. Horses neighing.]
Krayzie Bone:
You better count your money.
with Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
Krayzie Bone:
The name is Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone, wanted up north for all the gold that I stole, along with some cash, even took the mayor's daughter. Now, that there's kidnappin', but she was with it, so I brought her. Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble, double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to: yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun. Outlaw--call him Leather Face. I'm headed for the West, heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet. Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown. I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown. So, I continue my mission. It's gettin' dark, so I'm watchin' for them damn Injuns--they like to catch ya, then they rob and split. I be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips. All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes. Stop my horse. [Horse neigh.] "Whoa, Nellie! Who in the bushes? You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out."
Thug Queen:
Who is this? I hope this ain't the law. Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.
Krayzie Bone:
"C'mon out, right now. I'm gettin' angry." Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous.
Thug Queen:
"Please don't shoot. It's just me, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer."
Krayzie Bone:
"Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes?"
Thug Queen, :
"I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery, killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand, stole two horses. Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes."
Krayzie Bone:
"Goodness." Now, she was hotter than the barrel of fire, but I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride. "C'mon."
Thug Queen:
"May I ask you what you headed to the West for?"
Krayzie Bone:
"I got a partner, got a plan for some dough, and if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny. 'Be in town in a minute, now be sure if you're with it."
Thug Queen:
"We out before the sun rise, gotta stallion for your partner to ride." Hit the saloon for the moonshine. Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride.
Krayzie Bone:
"These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona. When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk, and meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up."
Krayzie Bone:
You better count your money.
Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
[Rooster crowing.]
Krayzie Bone:
"Rise and shine! Good mornin'. Howdy. Nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley. Now, I done came a long way, and I don't wanna be late."
Thug Queen:
"Tell him I make ya (?) 'cause you know we ain't."
I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon, so I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon. Glance across the room: I see this youngster getting ready to fight, but if he mess up the night, I think that Krayzie just might take his life. So, I approach him, and I pause. "Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this masterplan?" Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man: "Hey, you want some work? Well, just put in your bid, and by the way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie the Kid."
Powder:
"The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge? Outlaw--everyday on the front page. Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown, me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown with two double-barrels pointed at whatever. We'll stick together. I'm purty clever."
Layzie Bone:
"So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon, because it's all goin' down." I heard a guy run in the bar screamin', "Krayzie's in town!"
Krayzie Bone:
"Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry. Wait outside, and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses!" Step inside the bar. "Lay the Kid, you son of a gun!"
Layzie Bone:
"Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely. Now let's go have some fun. And this my partner Powder, he's a young gun."
Powder:
"Howdy."
Krayzie Bone:
"Mighty glad to meet ya, son. Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along. Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler, straggler, just met her."
Thug Queen:
"Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up."
Layzie Bone:
"I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up."
Powder:
"Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon."
Krayzie Bone:
"I think you're right, I say we move. C'mon, let's move out!
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup. Move out!" [Whip cracks, horses neigh.]
Krayzie Bone:
You better count your money.
Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
*
"RUFF RYDERS ANTHEM"
DMX
DMX: Somethin' new
Chorus(2x):
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop
Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll
DMX:
Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
All I know is pain, all I feel is rain
I cannot maintain, with that shit on my brain
I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
Like you don't know what are style is, New York niggaz the wildest
My niggaz is wit' it. You want it, come and get it. Took it then we split it
You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz
When you find out there's some
more niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz
Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin wait? Then you haven't met the Apes
Chorus(2x)
Is ya'll niggaz? I wish wouldn't be swazi
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get at you, when you see me spit at you
you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you
Ya I know it's pitiful
That's how niggaz get down Watch why niggaz spit round
Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown
Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money
It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five niggaz are avian, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
let a dog roam and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage and yo
I'ma stay til' my home is a grave
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us
Chorus(2x)
Look what you dun started, actullay when you got it had it, shoould of shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit
Niggaz know when I nick shit
It's gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk
through that door, with that 4 4
Now it's time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead
Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history
Niggaz ain't never meant shit to me Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh
So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime
Chorus(1x)
(Gun shots)
Talk is cheap motherfucker
*
"STILL NOT A PLAYER"
Big Punisher f/ Joe
[Joe]
whoahhaoohhH! YeahheahhaaDon't wanna beeeee a playahh
Intro/Chorus: Joe, Big Punisher
[Joe]
I don't wanna be a playa no more
[Pun]
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
[Joe]
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
1 - [Pun] For my thugs, for my thugs
2 - [Pun] Uptown baby, uptown
[Joe]
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be -- I don't wanna be a playa no more
[Pun]
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
[Joe]
But you know Big Punisher still down by law
[Joe]
Who's down to crush a lot
[Big Punisher]
Hey yo I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my Kiko from Queens, ?Big Danahito?
We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My my, thick -------, I rip my ... through your hooters
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get poof
Chorus
[Big Punisher]
I love from puerto rican to black brand molass'
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of that ***
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat ****** breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown hoe wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'ma let you know
Once I quit the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
out the do' downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
(You nasty ?Twiz?) I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Take time, known to make a chick ---------
[Joe and Big Punisher]
(In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I get even groupies like "Don't stop, get it get it"(repeat 2X)
Chorus w/o Big Punisher
[Joe]
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (3X)
No more rollin with an enterage unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad
Punisher, Punisher, Big PunisherPunisher... Joe and Big Punisher
Boricua, morena, boricua, morena (6X)
*
"HORSE & CARRIAGE"
Cam'ron f/ Ma$e
Ma$e
Chorus:
Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, fly senorita
We gonna rise to the top Horse and carriage, see my lovez for hire
Cam'ron
Aye yo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
in a reclining leather chair, reminderz everywhere
how we pull up in whipz, the minors stop and stare
and when it comez to girlz, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the hell is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress in the trash
You not my wife, so if after the sex I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten me now, let me style, no girl datin' me now
In the ST with Un, are you sexy in thongz
If you'll sex in the Lex and your stuff be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice (Oh you're gonna buy me diamondz?!)
Ma$e
Chorus
Cam'ron
Yo, I love when catz think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And you don't know) Yo' gunz is hand me downz
(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And you don't know) You better toughin' up
(And you don't know) Homeboy, we'll rough you up
(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
And when he got smashed I was like "me too"
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
And when he got the job I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too" What you get now is just a preview
We all got it out, your car's see-through
Ma$e
Chorus
Cam'ron
Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my whip on blast
Said the vally homeboy "don't hit my cab"
Seen the bell boy, yo he won't get my cash
Just show me my room yo, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, I'm gon' drop this glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her stash
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin' a party later tonight
Like Phil Collinz have in "The Heat Of The Night"
'cause Cam rockz the party (All Night Long)'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit(and uh) drop tickz (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsied to drive but I got my horse and carriage right outside
Ma$E
Chorus
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha End blood shed forevah And we gonna rise
And we gonna rise And we gonna rise
