Dead Prez - Hip-Hop Fake Fake Records 1 2, 1 2 1 2, 1 2 All Ma Dawgs (chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folkes say it controls your brain I know betta than that thats game And we ready for dat two souldjas head of da pack Madda a fack who got the gat And where ma army at rather atact and not react Back the beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold On sex drugs and rock and roll Whether your projects put on hold In the real world, these just people wit ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disapear Again the real world Is bigger than all these fake records Where po folks got the millions and my womans disrespected If you check 1 2 my word of advise to you is just relax Just do what you got to do if that dont work then kick the facks If you a fighta rida bouta flaymadonna chronic sida Or you wanna just get high then just say it But then if you a lia lia pants on fia wolf cria agent wida Why im goina know it when i play it (chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop Who shot biggy smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all Im down for runnin on them (blured) in they city hall We ride for yall all ma dawgs stay real Dont thank these record deals goina feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin bout how much money they got All yall recods sound the same Im sick of that fake thug r&b rap scenerio all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, manatamis material Yall dont hear me tho These record lables slang our tapes like dope You could be next in line to sign and still be writin rymes and broke Youd rather have a lexus or justice A dream or some substance A beemer or neclace or freedom Niggaz like me dont playa hate i just stay awake Its real hip hop, and it dont stop till we get the police off the block (chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop (x5)dps got that crazy shxt we keep it crunk hu john blaze and shxt

Pharoahe Monch Hell (feat. Canibus) lyrics *modem dialing and connecting* [pharoahe monch] F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget For pharoahe fucks familiar foes first Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly Feel me, for real-a Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas Make the whole world feel us From the crack to the cap peelers To the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!! To all my niggaz who been shxtted on, let's get it on Think i'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on The desk of any redneck record exec I strike em wit the right hand send em a step And this is (hell!) this is (hell!) This is (hell!)9x This is hell, incest kids under pressure In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous To the left, we have right wing extremists On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis Martinez, probably Just as raw as lady saw esocidae this is (hell!) This is (hell!)8x This is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is, this is, this is [canibus] Yo yo i feel like i'm one of the livest One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers And i plan to graduate wit honors But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us After we done recorded dozens of albums And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still

Lyrics to Where Brooklyn At : Biggie Smalls and Tupac (Biggie) Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it. I got seven mack elevens, about eight thirty eights, nine nines, ten mack tens, the sh*ts never end. You cant touch my riches even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**ches. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the masion, the yacht, the crew weed spots, the two hot glochs, thats how i got the weed spot. i shot dread in the head, put the bread in the lamb spread. Little gotti got the shotti to ya body, so dont resist or ya might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, I give MC's the runs drippin', when I throw my clip in the AK I slay from far away everybody hit the D-E-C-K. My slow flows remarkable peace to Matteo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the yayo thats crazy blunts, mad L's my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells oh my gosh im droppin sh*t like a pigeon I hope you listenin' smackin' baby's at they christenin'. (Tupac) Muthaf**kin Biggie Smalls! (Kane) What you gonna do with it Tupac? (Tupac) Yeah where the muthaf**kin thugs at? Throw your motherf**kin middle finger We gonna do this sh*t like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin' Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my n*ggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz No matter how you try, niggaz never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways Thug Life muthaf**ka crime, pays! Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga In a high speed chase with the law The realest muthaf**ka that you ever saw

Lyrics to Fuck What You Think : (featuring 9th Prince, Islord) [Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, fuck what you think Fuck what you think [Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital] It's about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked [RZA/Bobby Digital] The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet All your bitch say was the black silhouette of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba Cut the roof to your family tree, timber Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte Insght like bright, can't find this on your website Everglow superior to your inferior material Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats venereal injections, lethal injections, ran from house Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw Struggled for charisma, yo [Chorus] [Islord] Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in on the scene, love-love in the place to be All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes Faster than the rate of the Earth travel Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in golden suitcases, slitted across the table to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight [9th Prince/Madman] Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs The international civil war assassins Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual English grammer, mental examiner I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders [RZA/Bobby Digital] Fuck what you think Fuck what you think Fuck what you think [Chorus x2] [Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital] Word up, Fuck what you think Word up, yo *beepin sound to fade*

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2PAC THUG LUV FT. BONE THUGS N HARMONY 2Pac] Nigga we doin this shxt from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at nigga it's time to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv [2Pac] they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shxt for a long time well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it [Bizzy] Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly by that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought me And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror For what the did it all pause for the cause and I Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland [2Pac] Hahaha what's poppin nigga (Bizzy in background) He's alive, he's alive, he's alive, he's alive. put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas and slug it out or do this like punks and punk it out pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill me thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through similar veins Please explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a Cold ass the world niggas kill you in your sleep watch me Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas Down to put in some work do some dirt F**kin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma Everything I do it seem to cause drama Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War Putting niggas on the floor when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us trying to put a twist in this thugsta era Paired up with a nigga like Pac and a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century [Krayzie] Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga Artillery thick and you don't want to get to f**kin with this I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes so get high and analyze your crime Directly organized with results you'll be surprised [Wish] Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die(it's only right) It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fuckin domes Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way Give it to 'em on another level nigga get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead Infrared to the head you can beg you can fled but still gone bleed bloody red Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight cause we out ridin looking for you Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone [Bizzy] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac can r.i.p (rip) with Thug Luv

Artist: Dilated Peoples Album: Neighborhood Watch Song: Neighborhood Watch [Intro: Evidence] + (Iriscience) The neighborhood watch (Is jewels and spots) It\'s mine and yours (Let\'s guard the block) This ain\'t the cops (It\'s the neighborhood watch) It\'s mine and yours [Verse 1: Evidence] When I was young the neighborhood watched Us get down on a cardboard box in vacant lots Well down on Venice Beach, you had to jet before dark The freaks come out at night to spark Write with my right, bat with my left hand Hearing of a blind cat, vision of a deaf man Breath through my eyelids, my flow keeps my teeth white Half B-boy, half Z-boy, the street lights watch The neighborhood watch it is jewels and spots It\'s mine and yours, Let\'s guard the block This ain\'t the cops, It\'s the neighborhood watch It\'s mine and yours, Let\'s guard the block [Verse 2: Iriscience] Watch your colours and watch your slang Watch how your fingers twist and change Alot of cats out here ain\'t playin\' Alot of cats here still can\'t bang Me? I don\'t bang, I rock the good rhymes The whole scenery reminding me I should rhyme And not floss but invest in mine And hope it never comes to the best in nine But hey, the neighborhood watch guard the block Watch for criminals and watch for cops It ain\'t gon\' stop, it\'s the neighborhood watch Watch for criminals and watch for cops [Hook: scratched by DJ Babu] Neighborhood watch (x4) [Evidence] Protect your own, protect your home Respect the hustle and set the tone Entertain but drop gems mostly Like, don\'t covet your neighbour but watch him closely [Iriscience] Closed circuit, checking the street Between blessing the beat and stressing to eat Between my first breath and resting in peace Between keeping the peace and arresting police [Evidence] The eyes have it, once again it\'s your Peoples Blacked out your tinted windows, we still see you The streets is breathing, the streets is watching The streets start trends and end them - be cautious [Iriscience] Black Panthers, Brown Berets We watched the watchers and found a way I see it all like a fly on the wall And thats real gay, so keep your eye on the ball [Evidence] The neighborhood watch is jewels and spots It\'s mine and yours, let\'s guard the block This ain\'t the cops, It\'s the neighborhood watch It\'s mine and yours, let\'s guard the block [Iriscience] The neighborhood watch, guard the block Watch for criminals and watch for cops It ain\'t gon\' stop, it\'s the neighborhood watch Watch for criminals and watch for cops [Outro: Scratched by DJ Babu] Neighborhood watch (x 7)

Artist: Dilated Peoples f/ Guru Album: Expansion Team Song: Worst Comes to Worst (Babu mixing) "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" "Worst...come.....to worst" "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" "Worst come...to...worst" "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" (Evidence talking) Yeah It's goin down y'all That's Babu Yo, some people got good friends, at night I live my life right Intense, on the edge On the wild, I'm from the group where friction leads to fire Stack your bricks, the time is take your pick Do or don't, the track - Alchemist My life is good, I got my peeps in the mix, so... "Worst come to worst my people come first" (Iriscience) I got worldwide family all over the earth And I worry 'bout 'em all for whatever it's worth From the birth to the hearse, the streets, the guns burst Words I disperse are here to free minds And if mine are needy I need to feed mine "When worst come to worst..." (Evidence) Set up shop and write a verse Actually (what?), that's best come to best My lyrics take care of me, they therapy Get shxt off my chest Extra stress, three-four over the score Different patterns of rhymin prepare me for war So next time you see us we'll be deadly on tour (Babu mixing) "Oh, when you need me" "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" (Guru talking) Word up, if worst comes to worst, I make whole crews disperse You know it's family first Gifted Unlimited with Dilated Peoples Babu, Evidence, Iriscience And a shout out to my man Alchemist on the trizzack "Oh, when you need me" "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" (Iriscience) I'm a glutton for the truth, even though truth hurts I've studied with my peoples on streets and in church We make it hard when we go on first Long road, honor of the samurai code These California streets ain't paved with gold Worst comes to worst "Worst come to worst my people come first" (Evidence) Uh, I got them back, at the end of the day We could go our seperate ways but the songs remains, it won't change Got my target locked at range I might switch gears but first I switch lanes Without my people I got nothin to gain That's why... "Worst come to worst my people come first" (Iriscience) Special victims unit, catalyst for movement Creates to devastate, since '84 show improvement Definitely Dilated Peoples comes first Cross-trainin spar, we raise the bar And we put it in your ear no matter who you are (Babu mixing) "Oh, when you need me" "Worst come to worst my peoples come first" "Worst....come...worst my peoples come first" "Worst...worst....worst....come to worst my peoples come first" "...my..my...my peoples come first "Oh, when you need me"

Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Album: Iron Flag Song: Rules [RZA] All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes {*scratched samples*} "Both hands clusty" - Ghost, "Pullin out gats" - Raekwon "Double barreled" - Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" - Ghost "We back, don't test" - Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Math, let the plate spin" - GZA, "Many brothers y'all be sparkin" "Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" - Inspectah Deck "If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" - Method Man [Ghostface Killah] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch? Fly that shxt over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war! [Inspectah Deck] Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin you pure ecstasy without pills [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu [Masta Killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz Yo wonderful, spark the blillz Let me build with the people for the mills I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill [StreetLife] How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial High-tech, street intellect, all digital Project original, sheisty individual New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home, it's worth money, I adorns Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430 That shxt that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo [Method Man] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shxttin? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang" [Method Man] It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.. [Chorus]

Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) Song: C.R.E.A.M. Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shxt] (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shxt out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shxt, yo! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine ChPOW! Move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Verse Two: Inspector Deck It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shxt is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Outro: Chorus -- 4X Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't just get by no more Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down Chorus -- 3X Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Album: The W Song: Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... [HOOK: Paulissa Morgan] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killer bees blackwatch (blackwatch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BRBRR!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight, master your high...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shxt I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shxt right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the teks and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shxt... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shxt [Meth over hook to end]

Artist: KRS-One & Marley Marl Album: Hip Hop Lives Song: Hip Hop Lives (I Come Back) I come back Every year I get newer I'm the dust on the moon I'm the trash in the sewer Let's go I come back Every year I get brighter If you thinking Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter Let's go I come back Every year I'm expanding Talking to developers About this city we planning, c'mon! I come back Through any endeavor This is Hip Hop We gone last forever Hip means to know It's a form of intelligence To be hip is to be up-date and relevant Hop is a form of movement You can't just observe a hop You got to hop up and do it Hip and Hop is more than music Hip is the knowledge Hop is the movement Hip and Hop is intelligent movement Or relevant movement We selling the music So write this down on your black books and journals Hip Hop culture is eternal Run and tell all your friends An ancient civilization has bee born again It's a fact I come back Every year I'm the Strongest Krs-one, Marley Marl Yup we last the longest Let's go I come back Cause I'm not in the physical I create myself man I live in the spiritual I come back through the cycles of life If you been here once you gone be here twice So I tell you I come back Cause you must learn too Hip Hop culture is eternal Hip Hop (Shan!) Her Infinite Power Helping Oppressed People We are unique and unequaled Hip Hop Holy Integrated People Having Omnipresent Power The watchman's in the tower of Hip Hop Hydrogen Iodine Phosphorous Hydrogen Oxygen Phosphorous That's called Hip Hop The response of cosmic consciousness To our condition as Hip Hop We gotta think about the children we bringing up When Hip and Hop means intelligence springing up We singing what? Sickness Hatred Ignorance and Poverty Or Health Love Awareness and Wealth Follow me I come back Every year I get newer I'm the dust on the moon I'm the trash in the sewer That's right I come back Every year I get brighter If you think Hip Hop is alive hold up your lighter Let's go I come back Every year I'm expanding Talking to developers About this city we planning, uhuh! I come back Through any endeavor This Hip Hop We gone last forever We will be here forever We will still be here forever Get what I'm saying Forever Marley! Repeat I come back Every year I get newer That's That That's That

Artist: KRS-One Album: KRS-One Song: Wannabemceez "One two, testing one two Alright party people in the place to be The party has already started An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill *echoes*" Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MC where glamour and glitter don't matter gently I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty Classical like a German luger Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper Like I said before my radar's going BIBBIT BIBBIT The microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live it Hear it my spirit is where it should be Don't push me if you pussy, HUH I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz I got em, KRS got skills in the place I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill As I rock em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it Your album, rewrite it How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC Triplet syllables for minimal criminals Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit will be diverted by this lyric when you hear it Ricochet any style any day Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade The advanced oratorical techniques I speak Keep the heat at full peak! My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day and crack the back of that DJ I'm strappin and attackin a pack And whatever happens after that just happens, FACT Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy Focus on the syllable formats and the cash G G for guard your grill, I'm hard to kill Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills We built and killed style and skill while poetically recriminate you like a child I will get ill, and switch to earn Cause I prefer to slur but not blur Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it be seated I'm undefeated dem not see it Observe me then beat it How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC Let's get back to the point quickly, get with me The voice from New York City is too witty I come from a era of ?OJ cars?, Latin Quarter fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me Nowhere, that I ain't been to You can't tell me nuttin that I ain't been through Disrespect the teacher I gots to get you *cause they can't MC* But what you really sayin You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying "Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing! Switching and swaying Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" ?No great area? Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier Either you're winnin or losin, spinnin the rules of conscience But lyrically there ain't no stoppin I'm droppin a lot in your noggin Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin Carbon, your name, battle battle Everybody wants to battle but you BAB-BLE Who knows ya, battlin me, is the only way that you can gain exposure I feel for ya soldier I hate to say it but I told ya so You know that I know the ancient flow KRS-One is the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow, I'm not your foe Battling me? No no no no no no NO! How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC [Mad Lion] If a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war!! BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do Anything tess, dead! Gun shot to dem head Gwan *echoes*

Artist: Xzibit f/ KRS-One Album: Restless Song: Kenny Parker Show 2001 [KRS-One] You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You know what time it is! Xzibit steps up to the mic layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!! [Xzibit] Well it's me, down with D-R-E X to the Z rocks any party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start to hatin How can we take him out one time cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic Droppin hot shxt I like So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shxt, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shxt and seen green Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em But not many niggaz have slammin albums X to the Z rocks consistantly I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me Why? Well that's my secret baby I don't take shxt, so fuck you, pay me So you can call me, a public servant Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label, they have to untangle Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge Step right up if that's what you like but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" .. I am your mentor History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers and just back up quickly Your style is sickly but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE In case you hate I won't write no tough rap Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped [KRS-One] Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man! I don't think they understand this shxt! Break this shxt over they backs! [Xzibit] I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew I deny your existence as artists You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak but when you speak through the microphone you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth The light comes forth cause Mr. X Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and get hype Behave, before you make the news front page Headed for the grave and the wake So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK And put a little pep in your step X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation in the nation, in creation All you assholes in ANY occupation Like rappers with nothin to say I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic bullshxt, the game is over when you push the record but don't push the culture [KRS-One] Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin Yo Xzibit, keep rockin! [Xzibit] Just throw your hands in the sky Still believe real niggaz never die And if you in this life just gettin by Somebody say, "I'm high!" (I'm high!) "I'm high!" (I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop Yeah.. [KRS-One] Woop woop, woop, woop woop! You know what time it is Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH! Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate.. underground.. rawness! Straight off the street Xzibit, turn it up..

Artist: Xzibit Album: At the Speed of Life Song: Paparazzi [Intro] 1996, the dysfunctional member, of the Alkaholik family It's Xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this [Verse One] Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versatile with million dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin up The niggaz that was real and the niggaz that was scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigger talk, you ain't killin shxt It's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy Woof tickets Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seen like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the Likwid How many niggaz do you know like this? Always claimin that they're ridin but they really turn bitch It don't make sense; either you a soldier from the start or a actor with a record deal tryin to play the part, like that [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame (Extra large!) It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame - Paparazzi [Verse Two] I don't need no lights, no cameras, just action goddammit Never no superstar, I'm more like a planet So my composure is kept while others start to sweat Emergin from the fog with my fucked up dialogue Tryin to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck and that's deep, how deep? It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous, big bad Los Angeles Dangerous, vandalous, yo, not to be trusted So how the fuck is you hard not bein scarred by the boulevard? I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin motherfucker Flowin' like liquid, soak it in motherfucker I'm breakin' it down, my sound, surrounds like, death From the West, puttin' whole counties to the test It's all in perspective, breaker one-nine copy This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi [Chorus] [Verse Three] NiggaZ smoke stress and cross dress, but I just play the back Others goin through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract Real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mill' before I had a record deal Therefore you look and stare like it's magic But too much of anything can make you a addict When devils be startin static, break out the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait Who dares to cross this path? Yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a bloodbath So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with Smoke a blunts with, I dispose of yo' punk shxt (oo-OOOOH!) And keep it all in perspective, carbon copies Gettin caught up in the Paparazzi Once again, it's the Likwidation Crew And we return, for you like this [Chorus] It's a shame

Artist: Xzibit Album: Restless Song: Front 2 Back [Xzibit - repeat 3X] Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shxt that make you wish you was dead Make you bite the curb, and stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shxt Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shxt over the fence with Rocwilder Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shxt slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here

Nah!

Artist: The Lady Of Rage f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg Album: Above The Rim Soundtrack Song: Afro Puffs Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!) [Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shxt with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like ("Hoo - yu - ken!" ) *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shxt, I'm the shxt! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shxt is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shxt up Y'know what I'm sayin?

Artist: Nas Album: Nastradamus Song: Nastradamus [Nas] Uh, 2000 G Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year's, better rep, yeah 1- Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus I let y'all niggas bang my shxt before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shxt First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shxt Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh Repeat 1 Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, for each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys? But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm... Repeat 1 Ill Will Nastrodamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Raise hope

Artist: Nas Album: Stillmatic Song: Ether [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z" ) What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z" ) You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z" ) [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring [Chorus] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shxt on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint" First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live [talking] (I....not...lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas [Chorus] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shxt you need to learn though That ether, that shxt that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shxt You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shxt, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss