Dj Clue The Professional[Clean]

1.Intro

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2.Ruff Ryder's Anthem(Remix)

This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) swizz beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here.. (ruff ryders)
Will get your ass off your feet (remix! .. c'mon)

They call me drag-on, when it's time to bomb
I burn em all, til they all say turn em off
Cause these chips, i'ma run em all
Chickenheads, know i, be the colonel
Cause i burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno
So be careful, 'fore i burn you
You better learn dude, yeah i heard you
But i'ma hurt you, but you don't know？
My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff ryders be the team, which means
A lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cause i'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust
Do you bust？ cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying this？
Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me drag-on; i'm the youngest but get bonkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from yonkers
But this bronx bomber's spittin flame
So you better wear your armor
Flame on!

Chorus： dmx (repeat 2x)

My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut em down, open up shop
First we had em like ohhh, now they like nooo
What baby？!! that's how ruff ryders roll

When i pop up, i lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
You know what i'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked
Or writin rhymes watching scarface in the hot tub
Whatchu wanna bet, when i pull it out
If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
Who you know besides 'kiss take the piss in the bottle of crist'
And then give it to a modelin bitch
And you like your watch plain, i'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time

Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til i pop up
Appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style
Everybody actin violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move
Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
I ruff ryde, i don't like to slide felt that i slipped
Then the gun's only helpin the clip
And the clip's only helpin my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin your man？
When i cock back and hop out the van
Double r, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your r
Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of dodge

Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers
News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture
Get witcha, this bitch from illadelph marches quicker
Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin i'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore i hit ya
Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then i get ya
Used to be shy-er, now i'ma ruff ryder
Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us
Haters, screamin, 'who that bitch？' (uhh, uhh)
Mind your business nigga

Chorus

Yeah!! dj clue!
The professional! part one
C'mon! mad shout out, donnie brascoe
Big skate, duro.. clue!

Uhh, uhh, uhh..
The x is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred
Fuckin with the dog when you fuckin with the god
Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft
Remember me from up north, i had you scared to cough
My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it
Outta sixteen shots i'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am i gonna
get
Thought you knew what i was gonna spit, this time with this
rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, 'yo x ripped
it!'
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, i got this shit locked!
Is that a game or a joke？ say the name or get smoked
Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat
Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life
(grrrrrr) a dog is a dog for life!


3.It's On

Ugh dmx
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the ruff ride!
Grrrrr!

(1st verse)
When i speak i'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what i'm able to see, (ugh) cuz my vision is good
It's like i see through the eyes of a wise old man
So i chill, knowin i can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt cuz if it came
violent
See i'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong (what) till i'm gone and i ain't got long
But while i'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Peep how i finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn
All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty i'm telling you this for your own good
(uhh) everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Chorus x4

Yeah cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone!!

(2nd verse)
I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure i know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when i creep
Always get away when i'm done to relax, shit is deep
I always know the rules of the game before i play
And always keep enough dough to know i'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck!
I'm always strapped; i've always packed
I've always rapped; it's always that
Always black

Chorus x4

(3rd verse)
Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust
Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try
Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga
Never get it fucked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga
Never say never, cuz i never thought this clever thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, dmx!

Chorus x4

Uhh dmx
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff ryder's, motherfucker
Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, for real (uhh!)
'it's dark and hell is hot'
Y-o motherfucker
School street
Home of the brave we all here baby
Mundo! telemundo!
Uh! grrrr
My niggas
D! what？!
Bitch!
We all here baby
Uh!
Gever(？), gever(？), gever(？)


4.Fantastic Four

Dj clue： ＊with echo effect＊

Fantastic four：cam'ron, pun, nore, canibus

Cam'ron：

＞you never hear that we buckle
Beef？ we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, i gotta see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh, you realer now？
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then i smile
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after i played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what i say y'all？
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on i had to call up desert storm
My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall
But i'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but i get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from smokin nicholi (／nicks), nigga, like volkof
Know what i mean yo？ notice the cream grow
I fiend though, i'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next to me in the benz truck too

Big pun：

＞fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad ＆ ts
Out wit the b.s.
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is 85%, i'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin' and i get furious quick
And now i take you for a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now i just lay back and mack on some mack shit
Now i relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think i won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose

Noreaga：

talk about huh？ that's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's )

＞now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats without tiffany
N-o-r-e, i just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other cats is snakes
I've been fuckin' with clue since he made 60 minute tapes
We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes
We from the hood and they from the hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
Took the game right over at the time they could
Them niggas silly though, knowin' nore lay pretty low
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
That means i got more fans than you
Bigger plans than you
We buy real coke, your grams is blue
Ai yo, the president is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, 'go head boo'
Thugged out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
Canibus, cam'ron and punisher too
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue

Canibus：

＞who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical？
My motherfuckin' brain is ibm compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far from being borin'
My style is hard like cancer without mccorman
I run threw your crew like the flu when i bomb it
My styles like aids cause don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they hard
But i'm a street fighter like jean claude
And i'll split your shit, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for titties, i nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
Welcome to the desert storm annual extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in porches
Can't be tested or f'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of canibus (／cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of shit that get the question-mark man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on mcs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, clueminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call swat
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the national guard
Ready or not like the fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But i wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when i spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what clueminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, i told the men in blue to dig
for you
Motherfucker...clueminati 98'

Dj clue： ＊with echo effect＊

Dj cluethe professional


5.Queensfinest

Slick rick chains ill nigga
Get brains with the fuckin hilfiger nah
Shit changed i gotta rock somethin' flier
Mcgiver get outta shit smooth like that, get higher
In these kicks, prince sneakas, jogs is loose,
Robbin truce, while my revolver shoots
Chinky eyed, devils is grin
Purple range rovers, wakin up with hangovers
God damn i need my brain sober
So i jump up in the ride and slide
Me and my nigga jon clue, just called he got the purple 5
Damn nigga's is live, queensed out
Got to put the card hard jeans on
I faked out, til this light green caliweed
Henisee dro, use to only cop thug sacks but now i cop a oh
Six double oh, i trick a couple hoe's
Get em in my car, dirty shit all in the fuckin floor
Clean that shit up now throw in outside
Took about four hundred g's to cop the bulletproof ride
Bentley its on, yo we on the world tall
We got a show on, top of the coliseum open doors
Let them rock-a-way nigga's in
Queens bridge startin' shit, chill, calm it down we got to blend
it in
School of hard knocks shirts, choppin' hurts
＞from the hurst, yo corona play the sideline, yea it works
Yo when we put it all in the same fam, yo round up the queen's
click
Check out the game plan

Chorus：
Queens's nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef and don't hide yo
Young nigga's get cash and cop rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo

Queens nigga's rock ice and smoke hydro
Keep heat for the beef, we never hide yo
Young nigga's gettin cash and copin rides yo
Queens bitches, stepin up with thick thighs yo

Cause every in brown skin
Queensed out from public housin
Comes the one known as the garson child, rappers is bowin
Look at em, they roll me red carpets
Praisin me as one of the dead profits
When i talk these nigga's heads bobbin
Strait out of queens with tnt, they did there first drug stain
With one and hundred cop shots, niggas with first scene
With d-days and cop killin, laws was made
10 g's to a witness, you seen a cop get sprayed
What's on the agq club or club mercedes
Sunrise, movie theaters to chill with our ladies
Load up the 80's cause cop killin craz is crazy
40 to basely, q gardens to woodhaven
To aq that got booted barrel goddy that was made in
Whips on the vanwick queens day and shy stadium
Anything that's transported to new york
Got a come through the gates of either 2 airports
Kennedy and luigudia we come through bod of you
Bloodhounds follow you; wolves ill get on top of you
Push prints camaro's paper here to somalia
Blaze off double barrels, shall follow you

Chorus


6.Exclusive - New Shit

New shit, nature
(yo, yo nate, you gon do this for queens,this one here for
queens yanawmean？)
(yo nature gon rip this down, for clueminatti and the whole
queens)
It's the, dj clue
(we gon spit this one for the 1999)

Aiyyo, i got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin sloppy joe's
Olive oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that i used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep mase bumpin
The one wit total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some become gremlettes
I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend the night, every time we fuck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong

When i spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, nature, clue shh
When you spit, i spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, jungle, watch this
When i spit, you spit, hot shh (dj clue), new shh
(the professional), exclusive, nature, clue shh
When you spit, i spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (stupid!!), jungle watch this

Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck
Catch em in the street, ？mo fit？ up, say 'come on you bitch'
It's only money i'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in vegas
I run wit tm, meanin bitches pay us, it's outrageous
Clk's, rims ill, tinted up, pullin bitches wit bird shit on the
windshield
Hoppin out, niggas front, we knock em out
Like a smooth boxer, writin new how shh
Generatin paper like lou gosset
Makin moves while your crew gossip
Read about us, raw shh, our feats'll doubt us
Niggas talk shh, a team of cowards
Need to stop frontin when there's nuttin to do
Nuttin new, niggas is comin for you
Yeah, it's 1998, nature somethin for clue

Chorus 2x ＊with clue shoutouts＊

You know how we do it, queens style
Every trip, haha


7.Gangsta Shit

who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
(repeat 4x).

Hey you fucking gangsters where you at,telling this boy hugo how
to do that
And why is he trying to do some good gangster shit,when he knows
you bloody
Mother fucking gangster fucking arseholes doing the shit.

So you must follow my steps in being a gangster shit and i will
be cool to you
Until your better than those fucking nigga's and then i will
show you the
Gangster shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
He's got the gangsta shit
So ya betta do tha right shit
And then i can show ya how to smoke tha gangsta shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
And hugo taylor too!


8.Thugged Out Shit

Geah, what？
Niggas bleek, duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, smoked out
Yeah

Uh, yo, yo
Im on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me bill gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these ？？？
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall
Niggas get'em on his eats
Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my wherabouts？
Bitches i don't care about
Money im a man about
Drama im a air it out
Niggas hate bleek cause i live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin
Wit no chips right？

Chorus： 2x
Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit？(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit？(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type shit？(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit？(what)

But this bleek life my young niggas i tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was fucked up, but i looked at it this way
If i dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while im after them nickels
Fuck six i chase nine fucken zeros
Digits i got four of them, want five more of them
Bitches when i told'em flies bring more of them
I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
This street life kept bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know i pull gats on y'all for crack shit
Yeah uh-huh

Chorus：2x

My niggaz roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ？when？ which you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the nigga wore a thong
The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
And we all spit game you niggas ？heard free？ game
By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers
I fall, i get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em d's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches
Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
Yo

Chorus：2x

We live
For the thugged niggas, marcy
What？ we out


9.It's My Thang '99

Yeah, what up, yo it's mr. keith murray
The lyrical lexicon, the matador metaphor (new shit)
Wit my niggas redman and the epmd, the squadron (it's my thing
'99)
Nawsayin？ one time for dj clue, check it out (stupid)

Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard
The squad go to war like general custard
I just lost my a-alike, and i'm takin it hard
And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

First of all, i'm the e of epmd
Rockin the player way like eightball ＆ mjg
Squadron, my click be fully armed
I got dough, my account be fat and formed

Drinkin a beck's, all day i think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the 'a' off your 'virex
Who am i？ d-o, my m-o is fuck p-o
Luv ta fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya

Aiyyo i detonate on impact
So niggaz better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick, p ain't wit that
The blunt, i split that, bust a four wit the kick back
No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that

I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder
Give the hardcore niggaz something they could be proud of
I get out of hand like i lost my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher like voltron

Who got wins？ those that be hard pretend
You got skills？ come here, let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring
I'm well promoted, and don't even know don king

Call me the sam cassel, shots two minute on the clock
Cops know the sl hand do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them channels

Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the pmd

Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
Live out the fresh fest, one of the best
I asked my nigga red alert, he said 'yeesssss'

I intimidate mc's from the throwing of my vocal tone
It don't work, i show em the chrome and flash the greens
Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on street
scene

I welcome niggaz like kotter to the night marauder
Pull out my gat, you'll be like 'aaagh!!' like godfather
I hang small, but when i'm hard i'm gigantic
In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the titanic

An mc massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(why these niggaz mad, p？) cuz we the masters (clue!!)
We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon askin
Like you gaspin, backin up while p's blastin

I'll be like 'roof!!' get at me dog like dmx
Keith murray pack a black tech
And i don't give a fuck, i can't be touched
Females jump in my flow like double-dutch

My technique, knock niggaz off they feet (why)
I'm ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
It's my thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my squad down wit the chrome desert eagle

Yo, i go back like straps, puttin lee patch where your knee at
Puff wit mi-das, and no civics wit the ski racks
Shut niggaz down that be tryin to win
I'll be like ' wha what what!' like i'm from cnn

So peep the thriller of manilla, wreck shit like godzilla
Drink old english, can not stand miller
Mc's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder and say 'this bud's for you'

Dj clue, the professional, uh-huh


10.Mariah Carey(Skit)

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11.Whatever You Want

Busta：
Uh-uh
Fears, real fears
The universal flipmode squad
Known to every existing life form as the imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official cluemannatti
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want

(in the background as busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)

Baby sham：
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my flipmode crew
Baby sham spit the hot shit just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the clue
Q.b.c. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood excuse you
When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

Rah digga：
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
Go tell yo' people i got a shitty karma brick city
Home of the crush mc's and my shit be the joint like i was black
eyed
Peas

Hook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my nigga clue, rapping with my flipmode crew

Rampage：
Ramp, i'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo i gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and busta bus, lord have and spliff star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and rah digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a nigga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life i had to scramble what

Spliff star：
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
Niggaz through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, bill gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If i got it, imma flaunt it
That brooklyn shit, i'm on it
Spliff star, america's nightmare most wanted

Hook (dj clue shout outs)

Busta rhymes：
You want beef, my name beef steak charles
With deeper frequency than lou rawls
Drop like niagara falls
Soft like quaker oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all niggaz ba-ah-ah like a bunch of billygoats
Ba-ah-ah back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats yo
Yo, flipmode squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up

Lord have mercy：
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with jesus
Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and desert storm, desert storm

Hook (2x)

Dj clue：
Dj clue

Busta rhymes(talking)：
It only gets better motherfuckers
Flipmode the imperial, cluemanati
Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do


12.That's The Way We Like It

(mase)
I thought duro was an old man before i met her
Check this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (c'mon,
c'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the burough
Cool 'da love up above (that's right)
Can't forget my family (who 'dat be) cardan ＆ kfc
Blinky blink ＆ d-r-e
(uh-huh) (uh-huh)
Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh)

Mase too smooth, call me debonair
Hits every year, so shake your derriere (c'mon)
Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
What a brother, too black, me living here
We don't stare, i don't care, i'm know i'm there
Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb
And if you get mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, i'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
Living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, i be o-t,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a o-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
And i'm 2.8 and about to blow 3

(mase) fabulous sport
Chorus： now that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it
(uh-huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) we like it 3x

(fabolous)
Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 l-i through
Eyes low, from the l-i-q
If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell i do
Give alias to any female, i screw
One running with fabolous,who knew as well as i do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before i hit the tens, i'm getting bailed by crew
Be back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-u
Cause money ain't a thing no more, i use to sling the raw
Now i'm off in spring to tour, in singapore
Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie
low
And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on
And be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on

Chorus 3x

(foxy)
Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want 'em
and...
(uh) see the 6 then i want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that i slide 'em with something i could
freak with
And do that freak shit
And i'm stepping in hotter, like don dada
Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada
Make you never wanna flash your shit
Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then i will crash your shit
If you think you was a'ight, i will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
Use to be o-t, now i'm 2.3 (uh)
Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
And i solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
Ya heard？(uh,uh,uh)fuck you think this is？
If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off
And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
Or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit
Oh yeah, it's not a game, i do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range

Chorus 3 x


13.I Like Control

New missy
Featuring mocha
Nicole
D-j-clue

What hot, we droppin'
What not, we stoppin'
Ya'll rock toppin', we bottle poppin'
Ya'll block watchin', we watch coppin'
Ya'll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for ya'll feather weight
You better skate cause we never late
Gon' replicate then bet i set it straight
But you can't bet what you never make
I'm the same cat from the same tracks
That hadda bring crack when you played that
When i spit move way back, you get sprayed at
I write my own shit bitch, can you say that？

Alot of ya'll mc's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, 'no dough'
Rappin''bout the weed and you can't even roll
If i blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke？
Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough i hold
And i ain't 'bout to talk about the cars i drove
And i ain't gotta front about the shows i blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me
And testin' me？ i hit your chest wit' three
Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there
The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears
Mocha here, call me the richest chick
With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip
Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me
Dumb variety, i get it done lively

My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy

My rhymes, they like
They really, really like
They for it, adore it
So come let them enjoy it

Wooo, i get it hot like heat
You the mc that 'posed to scare me？
Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse
Spit on the mic, make all ya'll moist
Hey, you don't wanna fuck with me
And if you do, then you've been practicing
And no one even told you who i was
Well i'mma set it off, show you who i am
God damn, i got skills like a thief
And while you sleep i snatch out all ya teeth
Hey, you don't really want that beef
I repeat, you don't really want that beef
I said hey, you don't really want that beef
Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm)

Repeat 1

Repeat 2 to fade

Missy
My nigga timbaland
Aaliyah
The whole va crew
Word up
Dj clue
The professional
Niggas don't want it
Word up, word up


14.Bitch Be A Ho

Dj clue：whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!

Chorus 2x

R.o.c. (j.d.)：
Now all my niggas say what(what)
We dont give a fuck(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo)
Now all my niggas say what
We dont give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money)

All the niggas fuckin in between, be the the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin
No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what？)
And shorty from the south keep fuckin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me
Niggas dream to be like this one here
Jd type cat dont dissapear
I'm the j to the e, r to the m
A-i-n-e, got so many
Bitches i should set up shop
Bettin against me,
Please! my bank dont stop
I come through, bumpin clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin, i gots to have it, i love the dough

Chorus 2x

Nobody wanna fuck with the r.o.c.
Young g from the streets
And he's banned from t.v.
Nobody said life was easy
Out on the block
I got shot
And nobody came to see me
Back on my feet
Packed my heat
Got back in the beef
Blazed it up
Are ya muthafuckas lookin for me
Raized it up
And now they see i'm makin rap songs
All i ask is my real doggs smash on...
I said yea and ya dont stop
Cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya fuck wit r.o.c.!!
I said yea and ya dont quit
I'm comin live from the bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop
Shakin my clip
Til the hatas drop
And i'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And i'm dumpin

Chorus 2x

I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And i learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world it's snakes,
I dont care,
I dont break,
Pushin benz, cuz a nigga know how to create
On and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin on the end of rosco pico's
Trained to name
Deleted from the muthafuckin game
Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass
If it ain't 1st class
I let it pass
Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop
The dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop
I'm the bass,
The snare,
The one that dont care
Rip shit the fuck up then i'm outta here

Chorus 2x


15.If They Want It

(fabolous)
(f-a-b-o)
(l-o-u-s)

(dj clue)
New hit fabulous straight from desert storm
Whaaaaaat!

I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rolls out
Play bars and buy the cris and moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out
Fabolous the one from the menatti mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough dough and pull to gotti fixed
If i wasn't rappin i'd have a ？？？
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight columbians would murder for
？？？ cats i keep burnin for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s
That's gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh

(chorus)
Niggas want it
Now they get it
Bitches on it
Now they wit it
Flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and bb kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury j
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now i gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order

Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now i got the bread for

(chorus)

(dj clue)
My nigga lil' rob i see ya!
Carlyle
My nigga model boy
Slade
My nigga miller
Jason
Jungle
Clue!

(fabolous)
New york is getting money
Va is getting money
La is getting money
Fabolous is getting money

(fabolous)
Fabolous so cool i could play texas
In avirex's light gray lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
Fuck studs i'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money i don't wanna chit chat
Throwin partys in jamaica when i hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And i'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops

(chorus)

(dj clue)
Dj clue, fabolous
Fresh out york star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-o-s
A-t-l

Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s

(dj clue)
My nigga lou, willies
You know how we do it
That platinum shit
Word up!


16.Pain In Da Ass(Skit)

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17.The Professional

New shit, mobb deep featuring noyd (like this dunn)
The professional, used from my nigga vic
Haha

Yo you catch chills, p stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ？ansaw？, i pour fire on earth, i been to hot
raw
Do queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggaz is average
I'm handling your most v.p., put em in p.c.
Nigga, it's the i-m-d nigga (clue)

Chorus 2x

Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin

Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in new york, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in
your nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin
his dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your polo, i know your m-o, you half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, i'll have this hollow tip stored for you

Chorus 2x

One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin pelle fuckin wit the spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the
streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and i'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this
So fuck around wit hav, you fuck around wit me
You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit p
You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three
Mothafuckers from the nyc, what nigga uh, what nigga clueminatti

Chorus 2x


18.Brown Paper Bag Thoughts

Yo man what,
Yo y'all niggas know
Yo you know all that bullshit man
Yeah, some niggas don't even
These niggas man,
What's the matter wid these niggas man？
Nah man i'm puttin this shit up
Fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
Me like that, yo

Verse 1：

We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
Floss that anything yell endorse that
Electric company money honey gin romie wrap
'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy johnson charles bronson mix fly
Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu-kit
Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue
Red meat shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
Iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
React like i'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
A brick pop shit in the six trunk

Nah nah man, nah man you wanna have that shit again
Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
It really is man？
This you life man,
Shoalin and desert storm
This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
What what what

Verse 2：

Yo, aiyyo, yo
Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
Celine dion chickenheads yo straight out of houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress and all fendi
Voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
Me blow for the station rep for one nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
Losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise american cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
To shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
Wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, what

I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is this is for clue right here dunn

Verse 3：

I'm third rail though half seal and i blow
Robert deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
Here me yo wild trump style dunns connect
Three hundred ones while floating like a
？macual chest bloaw？ most craziest laziest
All i seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
On a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
Plain clothes lex big six arrange those snotty nose
Pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
Neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
Livest gortex made in mexico, brancs fifteen five
Celine dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit

＊talking by raekwon and dj clue＊

Clue killuminati
John gotti story right here fella
Huh, yeah, word up


19.Cops ＆ Robbers

(lord tariq ＆ muggs talking)
Trying to tell you man
I'm going up in there
Trying to dig into niggas pockets
Fuck that man

-{lord tariq}-
Either you be real or you be dead
Hey killer, be a killer
That's the rules to this game
In the court of the law
With let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit, like clue shit
We strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
Cock the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route
And that's what that's about
Understand？ i wan't cans in hand
This shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my mo-ney
I'll only tell you once tony
'don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me'
If so, trust me, you outta luck b
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch i wan't the world thust
Keeping feds of my ass
I gotta think fast
'cause black man white town you know this shit won't last
We try to bumble like ass
Stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it

Chorus：
We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this
(2x)

-{lord tariq}-
Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me？
And who the fuck are you to rape me？
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it down in the decks
And for the frauds i got techs
Heading straight for your chest
Feel me on this
My word is priceless
You can't pawn this
I might diss drop jewels
The way i cop jewels
The way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influes
What's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of
＞from jimbos to fat burger
On some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil
Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit
I had alot of brooklyn niggas
Saying 'yeah them bronx niggas they get down'
So hold your heat up, and move fast
You got to keep
Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks

Chorus(2x)

-{muggs}-
I peep the devil screaming bk
'cause i rock for b.i.g.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me african black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun
Killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now i push your hair line back
Do what the con do
I warned you, and sworn no talking
Bring the thing out
Got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed
Run with thero heads
Leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the bronx
Poor kane, lord tariq ＆ clue

Chorus(2x)

Dj clue：
Uh-huh
Dj clue, professional
Roc-a-fella!


20.Made Men

Extraordinary
(new shit, made men)
The undisputed made men


Ey yo
Retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out
(nigga) i see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman
We last man standing, who dead man walkin'
It's five fingers to death, when i clutch
The microphone in my hand
I know you niggas don't understand
Play my position, hold it down just like de niro
One of the coldest, mortal kombat, sub-zero

I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, i'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But i risk it, i mean my life, i sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, thats right i'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck when i done
With the automatic pump and i'm never in the shootin slum
My face isn't definately the law
In the jigsaw, puzzle
While i screw and muscle on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When i'm rushed out, fresh out
Verbal bash-out
P.d.'s that made man
Ready to get off for some action


(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
themselves)
... when you dealin' with some made men
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on these made men
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
themselves)
... when you fuckin' with some made men
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
themselves)


Yo, its warfare, i'm splittin your hair, with a missle
Cos i be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
You shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact
Combat, doubt that can so you contract
Close casket, with the eight by ten
Sittin on top of the coffin
Never again fuck with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith＆wess
Splittin' flesh and i still got a mission left

I keep they thinkin' second guess and
Mr. unpredictable, i'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon
With indestructable niggas that called made man
He grabbin' shit, i grab mine, so now we blazin'
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries
(come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry
My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face
These never-minded motherfuckers with advances
Mean i try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably unmistakently
Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never mystery

(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
themselves)
... when you dealin' with some made men ...


21.No Love

M.o.pppppppppp
First familyyyyyy
Firing squad and you know they make it happen
And it's gonna beeeeee til' infinityyyyyyyy
Firing hard sendin' up to all those thugs now babe

They don't show my people no pasion
Do they love when these thugs be blastin'
It's da firing squad and yo' we askin
They show no love

{{bill}}
Remember me
I participated in the one of the hottest joints in 1-9-9-3
First family
Bd
And i'm loved all ova'
Believe what i told ya, when i told ya imma soldia
I get down
Son ask around
I've sipped drugs from brownsville to bricktown
Why you decied how a man should be
That's how i move
＊＊still my love for burbank is piller than chump change＊＊
＞from mid range
To all you cats thats thinkin i'm chump change
Don't know how these chest pains feel
I dun traveled in different dementions with good intentions
Of keepin' it real so

(chorus)(repeat 1x)

Fame neva missed
Quick wit' game and sickin da brame terrorist
Before i drop a bomb down
Make ya whole staff calm down
Nevamind wit dat cat talkin'
Im off to rap fisio blow em' off the track
If it's a melody
I bring out my energy
And da remede
Wipes out da enemy
Get down for myne
Mom duke call me jambo
I scramble wit fake thugs thinkin' they rambo
Home team
Rock well pesisted
Use the first verse as my intrance
I present to you
The brownsville slugga nucka on top of his game
I present to you
The brownsville slugga nucka put one in ya brain

(chorus) repeat 2x
Hey yo, my family ties connect me to guys that's into
Whateva's quick
A quick wit ghetto potential
Look, it's more than just a hit
Produce sugaful shit
And what i'm spittin shows my mission is saficiant
Sometime i clock em'
Rockin' and listenin
It's da hometeam
Were back
So you should get ya gat and let ya chrome steam
These rap dudes sabitage
Your rap styles carolouge
Feelers rockin this
From new york to providence
Give the tape replay from d.c to va
Move like mcgyver
Dealt wit' conivas
True monified gangstas
Safe survivors
In the meantime
Mas destruction
It's a
Production

When you look in my eyes tell me what you see
You know how it feels to be rappin with ya fam
I am retard as you and those thing you do
Firing squad sendin up to all those thugs now babe

(chorus) repeat 2x


22.Come On

Come on (bcc)
Come on (mfc)
Come on (bcc)
Come on (yeah!)
Aiyyo rock, rock, rock
Everybody say rock, not lou from suburbs to pj's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up
Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, i'll break yo' teeth up and take yo'
beeper
Two piece your man and let big noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in (your rapper
card？)
Yeah my rapper card, it works in live sessions
Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera

Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while i rock wit this
Mobb on y'all niggas like the infamous
Too close wit the dillinger, two shots i don't miss
I'm wiggin out while i'm diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what i act like when i smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
＞from the, street bible or the street quran
Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
You can eat a dick while i eat a thong (clue!)
But still the bomb

It's the wave-king, rock the two tone wallees strip-ons
Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from new jerus stay vickin ya whips
Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the amg kit, ericsson wit the chip
Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
So while i'm takin a shit, i'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on what we get
It's like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin how many gats i've thrown

Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)

Yo the set i claim is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin end, i be doin my thing (yeah!)
Lidu rock, know the name in new york we g stackin
First the bloods and the crips, now bitches is carjackin
Like my nigga craig and em say, 'fuck that shit!'
Rockin shines in the 'ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk
For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
Cuz we hold it down for doc and i keep my heat cocked
Lidu rock, what the fuck i know y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker

You a many style copy-cat, ？bendy mile？ stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the magnum
Force, the holocaust, balls i just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of course i'm glad them
Monkey niggas don't fuck wit the ruck cuz they fags, son
The last one, to step to sean p caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a drakes cake

Get it straight, y'all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights
Boot camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
See me in brook-lyn where crooks be armed
Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin your troops, i shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face
Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day

Dj clue, the professional
Part one, you know how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga donnie brasco
My nigga b.i.g. word up
And we out, till next time
For all parties big skane 800-570-3657
Aight then