(Uh,Uh,Uh,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 wanna make my ass wanna kill four people/ Fuck the game, gimme the dayme and the Range/ My niggaz up to pawn, drop-top Jaguars/ Lock on you when you step in the car/ Lock-whole 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/ I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole/ Makin Robin scream, "Holy moley"/ Big Poppa, fuck a 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 left/ But low and behold, what do I see?/ In the distance, some resistance
-Redman-
Huh, its that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it/ Fuck the vest niggas best be puttin on helmets/ I rome the streets where theres no peace for Lacs/ Fuck comin in stacks, bullets from gats/ So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck/ I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers, that cause the ruckus/ Then I fix a few stitches, Bla-dow!/ Blast my style like Luke's bitches/ I forward forward with high punches/Spit the flame like Lu Kang/ Burning your membranes when the wind change/ Mad explicit when spittin my scriptures/ Leavin ya mic lonely like that Tales of The Crypt bitch/ All yall niggas suck my balls one time, while I unwind,im bustin ya ass's counter clockwise/ I get dumb, but dumber why your vision blurred? /For all the Looo...sers
-Menace Clan-
Hey yo, mayday mayday, raise the white flag/ Let the pants sag/ Fuck the drag, ima puff the whole bag/ It's the low down and I'm the Low-key/ The OG niggas know me (True)/ So take it easy, let's go
-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 eighty-eight/ 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 niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?
-Menace Clan-
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine/ It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea/ Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
-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'ma 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 tossed by my hammer, the survivalist/ Represent the next black panther
-Buckshot-
I stepped in the jam with the God on my side/ And the God 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 dead?
-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 fearing 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 move you down with the quickness
-Krayzie Bone-
Now Krayzie Bone is buck buck buckin' once again/ And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend but see all they win is that Mac-10/ Theres neva 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 wit a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt puttin the bullets in where it hurts wit a my 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 up the get up, Bone don't let up