From the East Coast Balla's, to the West Coast Riduhz. DJ Uneek and Violater presents: The ghetto's top dogs. Hahahaha
-Chorus-Shatasha Williams-
We're standing strong.../ So come on (So come on)/ Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
-Notorious B.I.G-
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
-Doodle Bug-
Well I travel the land like my man in Kung-Fu/ Moshin up this Hip Hop seen with my Diggle Boo Crew/ Now you and you know the science, so don't front/ Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw we don't front/ Infact this is getting like a daily operation/ Senilish born represents my young nation/ And I'm facin, opposition/ In every form so my man true squad seven large is on a swarm/ Like crazily, cause it don't pay to be/ A black man in the land of mental slavery/ They say "Cash rules everything around me", true/ So what I gotta do to be as lavish as you?/ I don't roll with no crew, that do the same ole' same/ So I travel the seventh plain by the way of cold train/ Now thats an ill thought, niggas get caught, in my wisdom/ Because the number sevens like the master of a rippa
-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"?/ We started out smilin now they got us defination "Whilin"/ Ninety Ninety Five, how many hairs he gonna fly wit, that rootin, tootin , southside shootin, puttin any nigga who ain't troopin wit Huey Newton/ Fuck his people and when its time for a change nigga what you gonna do, when we rearrange the game/ Blow him out the frame with new ideas/ We's about the game lyrics puttin it down out hea'
-Chorus-
-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 diss?/ The mist from the blunts smoke decides who's next on me list can, you feel the hiss, from the snake movin my direction/ No U turn your gettin burned from the sun/ In my intersection, the guard has spoken/ Sword stroken/ If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token/ On my soul train, control your brain/ Buck Town representative break it down like a key of cocaine/ Drink from the lab and I still elevate pass the snakes and the crabs/ Fuck it (Kick it)
-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 boney 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 a drag, I'ma 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 like, Mo-by/ The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal/ On the subliminal (Niggas) watch what your women do/ All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride/ Thats just the glock, that glare from the glide/ Bear witness to my mental fitness, no fear/ Precaution, may be to severe for your ear/ Creep around, grow on the down low/ Let of a round slow (Suddle)/ And leave you in the puddle/ Breaker breaker one nine, course it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine/ Its like ya... (C'mon) ya... (C'mon) ya.../ Its like that
-Helter Skelter-
Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped/ I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want/ I loud blast in the cut, white out philly, your a dutch master/ Roll like a natural disaster/ Assa crack ya, ass like cheap blastas/ Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya/ With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like a carwreck/ Then I give you the tribute to the Rippa Tech/ And I slash ya, afta, I'm so glad your dopped/ I go see my fro, with the fro when we toast/ So all the punks in the partner planet/ Plus every single foo, cause without all of yall, Helta Skelta wouldn't do, what we do
-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
-Chorus-
-Jamal-
Hey yo, Jamal gets down, the master of bringin the massacre/
Rollin on Crew's like Pharellies on Acura's/ If ya don't believe my steez is real, you can check the emptiness of my glock nine mil./ It don't matter which way you come/ I still be the niggas callin shots with the gun/ I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run/ None, is about to fuck with the sun/ Homie G, I never kick a rhyme for free/ Function rap skills I come live like T.V. (Word up)/ For all of yall I come across to be real, super shit like Fall Guy/ And lies to make them all die/ Infrared beams, mind full of schemes/ Ninety five until, keep it real, get the green (Yea)
-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
-5th Ward-
Wake you up fools/ Studio Wood Fifth Ward/ Bustin caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard/ Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam, the hardest mothafucka recorded on Past Scam/ And when I die, please bury me a G/ The fascia, and bright flowers ain't necessary/ I fantasize, dead bodies in a creek/ Wake up in the morning, screamin "Murder" in my sleep/ I'm goin crazy, lord have mercy/ Hair raisin thug, somebody save me