(Uh, uh) I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims/ Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes/ Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal/ That weed make my ass wanna kill four people/ Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars/ Lock on you when you step in the car/ That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius/ Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9/ Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga) I want a presidential Roley (So?) so I crush MC's to guacamole makin' Robin scream "Holy Moley" Big Poppa, fuck the cape I'm that Paper Crusader playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer
Coolio
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor/ So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master/ When your ass was born it was all on the own and/ When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga/ Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner/ So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner/ I gots to fight back against the powers that be/ Cause the powers that be be tryin' to fight me/ Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself/ Some take the right and some take the lefts way/ But low and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance
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Redman
Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it/ Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on helmets/ I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax/ Funk comin' in stacks, bullets from gats/ So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck/ I'm jammin' like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers that caused the ruckus/ Then I fix a few stitches, Badow! Blast my style back like you bitches/ I forward forward with high punches/ Spit the flame like Lui Kang/ Burning your membranes when the wind change/ Mad explicit when spittin' my scriptures/ Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch/ All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise/ I get dumb, but dumber/ Why your vision blurred? For all the Losers
Menace Clan
Hey yo, mayday mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) It's the low down and I'm the Low-key/ The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it easy...
Big Mike
It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin'/ They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with/ Different stages, way back in '88t/ Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake/ My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground/ And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound/ Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall when my niggas made the fuckin' final call?
Menace Clan
Course, it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine/ It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that
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Busta Rhymes
Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument/ All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant/ Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness/ Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness/ You better believe everytime we come, we come hard/ The undisputed truth is that the black man is God/ Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin'/ They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin'/ Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it/ Right before you lose it, I'm'a hit you with my music/ I'm fightin up sheisters who lay with my cyanide/ Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes/ Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes/ Get yo' shit drawer up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther
Buckshot
I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride/ So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed?
Layzie Bone
Puttin' your shit to tha pave/ Endin' up meetin' the gauge/ Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed/ Gotta blaze, amazed, but they never did phase Bone/ My deadly thugsta brothers ruggish never did take no losses/ Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then
Wish Bone
Been labeled a pyschopath/ Fall down with a buck and a blast when I'm gettin my chance/ You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off/ Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch/ Not that it makes a difference cause I'll mow you down with the quickness
Krayzie Bone
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again/ And niggas, they pick up the pen and they try to contend, but see all they win is that Mack 10/ Theres never another to go with a brother, been smotherin' suckers then go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters/They claim they can do it, but who is the sucka that squealed on the murder?
Bizzy Bone
Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt/ Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech won't slip up/ Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck/ Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up
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Available on the Panther Soundtrack/ Promo available.