1.Shoot To Kill
New york , word up , check it out,
Wanna let yall know why we here tonight,
And all the ladies, for real y'all throw it up,
Word up, yo why we came tonight,
And all the niggas, for real, word up,
This is real yo, why we here tonight,
It's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word up,
It's on y'all, yo son yo...
Check this shit out,
This year niggas put up or get out,
Fore' i put the hit out,
Have me smack shit out,
These bitch ass niggas,
It make em all spit out,
Blood and teeth,
Yo what the fuck y'all want beef？
Word up, i roll heavily in my lx 470,
Pull up at all the spots,
Make my enemies remember me,
I jet from the scene,
Spliff in the sunset,
I get out ya friends and i ain't go for my gun yet,
Ain't no mystery,
Or how i came to make history,
Big up on behalf of all the niggas that was missin me,
Aiyo they feel around,
We laugh,
On how we devour guys,
Shower guys with lead,
Show em where the power lies,
Fuckin with starang,
You ain't got a pot to piss in,
Can't stand the brain,
Just another new edition,
Taped up in the back of my man's expedition,
Got you wishin you wasn't in this position,
Now whether you live or not is up to a henny's say,
Go ahead pop shit,
You gon' die anyway,
Fucked up in the game,
You wasn't fuckin with lames,
Going against the brains like goin against the grains.
Chorus：
Yo what's my mother fuckin name？
Big will,
Hennyville,
Aiyo we shoot to kill,
And we won't stop until,
A nigga see a mill,
With a house on the hills,
Livin out in the burbs,
With his choice of full will.
Yo what's my mother fuckin name？
Hennyville,
Big will,
Shoot to kill,
Aiyo we won't stop until,
A nigga see a mill,
With a house on the hills,
Takin a truckload of bitches,
Back to brownsville.
It ain't no thang,
If niggas wanna bang with this,
And clean the clips,
Get it all and bring the pits,
Bring the miss,
And watch me walk off with the chip,
Grabbin my dick,
Tell a girl, blow em a kiss,
Nigga discreetly,
I see you out there, see me,
Roll you over in the street and not go beep beep,
Ville still gunnin,
Love the look of hundreds,
Critic quotes,
Once again they've out done it,
House stunnin mouth runnin niggas act funny,
Stay or dumb dummy,
We just stay countin money,
Blessed be he,
In n-y,
Blow smoke in the sky,
Till the day i die,
Yo i'm a villest,
Got' be my nigga full will,
If theres a problem,
Got this shits just drop some pills,
Or be left lumped up,
Rest in the dump truck,
Goin against the wrong side,
You done fucked up,
I put it up for those who close to heart,
Wrong moves, get niggas ripped apart.
Chorus
What's his mother fuckin name,
Dru ha, dru ha, god damn,
Word up word up cmon, duck down,
What's his mother fuckin name me and j,(me and j my nigga)
In the place to be,(make about a g a day)
And what's his mother fuckin name b.o.(b.o.biggy b-bounce)
Baby bidounce, in the place to be,
And what's his mother fuckin name,
(who dat) chucky duck, duck in the place to be
(uh huh chuck down duck down representative)
Brownsville(9-8, 9-9 shit) sefro uh huh,(9-8, 9-9 shit)
Brownsville, word up c'mon.
(and it's on again word up and it's on again)
2.Joe Clair(Skit)
3.M-pire Shrikez Back
For real, y'all, word up
Hennyville guzzla, my nigga major blood
I roll with the muthafuckin leader, big rock
And the first and last general of this m.f.c. shit, sean p.
Doc holiday, the underboss
And i am the commander in chief of all operations, william h.
For life, y'all, word up
Live and direct, straight from the projects
Will and hennyville, i'm lookin for the flyest
One night stand, out there to match my seats with
And if it's good, then i'll see her on the weekend
Page beepin, my will is slow leakin
Checkin little sis, she just got that ass beatin
Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always kick that
Shit that, make your bitch hot
Word up, my man hardcore, always actin like he never see cash
Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat clash
And bitches bumrushin me, feelin me without touchin me
Aiyo i step off stage, the crowd can't get enough of me
My crew walks out, aiyo turn this war into a talk out
We ain't beggin 'em, yo craig and them, bring the chalk out
Y'all sometimey, try and act like ya grimy
Knowin damn well, ya come behind me
You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2 chicks
Wit the windows up tinted, givin them two dicks
Yo niggas ain't stoppin us from soda poppin
Bob marley spliffs, with the fly whip coppin
Money in my pocket, chicken heads flockin
Niggas stay watchin, systems stay rockin
The m.f.c. for life, in this i do double
From brownsville, big will'll stay in the trouble
Sorry, my nigga, i didn't mean to burst ya bubble
But i hit that bitch, i didn't know you was a couple
Will with the skill so ill, it's that's pure
Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a cure
And it's on
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cuz i'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
They ask you, did you deed, stuck your key
You tell them m.f.c. for ya life
It's impossible, to stop the money, who lyric ox you
I leave more niggas face down, then guliani cops do
My crew, he comin out to you movin that mach 2
I nerve block every pressure point, like i knew kung fu
On my name, with squattin ya keg, and i had a son too
Strap up, cuz you don't know how many dicks they broads run
through
And my m.f.c., look they norman serve
Yo pass that hennyville real, so i can feel the swerve
And start earnin up words, and pushin whips on the curb
I start reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you heard
Super blind side, multiply to the third
My word is bond like james, you spit game, i spit flame
And while you playin around, i'm takin aim
I feed you information, til i overload ya brain
And your body shut down and goin in shock from the pain
First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come rain
All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground that i walk on
I bless these mics that i talk on
Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya can't find it
Lookin out for what will say, nigga rewind it
This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra flossy
Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview
Leave you in the dust without a gun to bust
Make your ass forever regret, fuckin wit us
The name henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
Couldn't be any one out there like henny (god damn right)
You can bet that on your life, front your wife
For real, will wanna slice, is like lewinski
Given hed to prez and vice (she too nice)
Forever twist the law for life
M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we want (got that right)
And bob mar' swab, droppin bloodshed into blessing
Came in the name of love, so nigga, flame it up
I caught pain from the breakup, yo i had to regain
I'm checkin shorty with the make-up
My number one thought of course, bout when she wake up
Six in the morn', still i'm chasin paper
4.Sometimey
What what what what (throw it up, throw it up)
N-y-c (come on, word up, word up) brooklyn
William h., o-g-c (you know who, you know who)
Yo i'ma look up in the sky, tell my whole crew we done it
Push a gs-400, ball up some new hundreds
Word up, throw it in the air like my crew don't care
Vandeveer in here, plus it's a new year
Ah-huh, whether it's the jordan's, or the wally's i be sportin
Yo i'ma real nigga, so you know we never get caughtin
Ah-huh, bitches just like me, for the shit i rock
And grimey niggas try to get me, for the shit i got
If i was them i wouldn't go there, for real it's too much (too
much)
Niggas say that my crew is too tough (too tough)
Plus i smoke the black, hangin out wit william h.
Town to town, bound to sell a million crates
I know everybody out there got they chance to shine
And i'ma real nigga so i'ma just waitin for mine
(chorus)
Sometimes i be paid
Sometimes i be broke
Sometimes i like to drink
Sometimes i just smoke
Sometimes it be this
Sometimes it be that
Sometimes i rock sleeves
Sometimes i rock a hat
Sometimes, duckin niggas wit fifty-one shots (pa-poy-poy)
But tonight's the night, the shit don't stop
Smoke pot
Try to front on i, i think not
I rip shops plus get prop from hip-hop
Fools stop, i don't give a fuck call the cops
I put clips in glocks cock back and bust shots
Who's hot？
Tell my niggas to watch the block
Hold the shit down before they ass get knocked
Peace to my niggas in jail, on lock
We tight like stock and caps and ？？
We got niggas hooked just like cocaine rock
Big up to the shorties that be givin me props
Don't front cause you know that the dog is top
And that sound bwoy bureill shit was hot
You could meet me at a show or getting played on the box
Make you run and get my shit before my shit go drop
(chorus)
Sometimes i drive a truck
Sometimes i whip a lex
Sometimes i'm getting head
Most times i'm getting sex
Sometimes i be wit starang
Sometimes i be wit you
Sometimes i'm wit a chick
Sometimes i play the crew
Son i rock this shit from here all the way to end of cali
Bouncin till i find myself in maui
Hotel room cloudy
Ay yo my niggas do be rowdy
And if anything pop off i say we outy
Won five hundred blunt it into somethin
This big black u-e-s-l-t beats is huntin
Spread the motto i tell my niggas keep it comin
If it wasn't for this shit i bet we be hustlin
Can't be locked in get a job moppin
Blowin up the jack tryin to call cochran
(chorus)
Sometimes we duck down
Sometimes it's in the club
Sometimes they playa hate
Sometimes they show us love
Sometimes i buy gold
Sometimes i buy ice
Sometimes it's bummy jab
Sometimes it's sean price
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Pussy boy then retreat
All the rude boy then retreat
M-f-c come to take over
Retreat all the pussy boy then retreat
M-f-c come to take over
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
Peel out all the enemy
We killin all of them
Peel out all the enemy
It don't matter if it's enemy or friend
5.Shit Happens
Thinking bout the shit that's in my head, type
Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead
I gotta take a vaca, on sum munchilin ilian pilian on the
Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say
She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,
Villie still hit the curb cuff leaking kicking it wit pop's
Out back up in the lincoln tricking on my
Baby mom's now im dead stinking he smacked me in
The back of the head boy what you thinking？
Word up, in my lex there's only room for two(2) vita
And will that's me and you, smoking weed with hash
We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new gs with the
Sixteen(16) inch mobo's i had ta drop she off pick up my dog
Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got plenty
Aiiyo shit's to slow i gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow
So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with
The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny
In the cup, yo fill it up
Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door i had
To tell her to back off me
And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, m-f-c
tat's
And blue contact lense's
So i had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got
me
Losing a few chest string's but there it was in between the bass
trebling
Off the hook that's what you caughing
Yo' who the fuck is this？
Yo' is d-o
Word up im goin down to priority
What you goin down there for man
Like 'urrrrrrrrrrr'
All the girls that i took to conas a pear is in here
My niggas from vander ver is in here
My niggas from every were is in here
Browns villie just don't care we up in here
I was on my way to new lock's after that the weed spot
Don't buy the dutche's cause i don't wanna get busted
By a crooked copper cause that shit aiint proper
Creep and hide the stash tell him you from jamacia
Will the cop believe me or will he do me dirty take me
To the system and say i tried to diss, but he told me calmly
Get back in ya' car b move away slowly and pretend you never
Saw, you can bet i did just that i didn't even look back i had
Twelve(12) dime's and a qp in the back i enough start a party
I even bible study wit starang and henny smoking on a bob
Marly, as if you didn't no it was the ten(10) second mover
Steppin cluthches to this song take me home
All my niggas from rock v-way is up in here
My niggas from west v-way is up in here
My niggas from spencer ave. is up in here
Even chicks that didn't get dicked yet they up in here
All my new laus niggas yo they up in here
All my east new york niggas yo they up in here
All my georgia avenue niggas yo they up in here
Aiiyo all my money making niggas aiiyo they up in here
6.Bounce To The Ounce
Damn man smoking a big ass bob marley spliff
Got my shit dry right now gotta get something to drink
That's my word
Pull over to this fucking curb right here
Damn shorty what the fuck you doing yo？
Yo get the fuck out my car close my door man
Before i smack the fuck out you thats my word
Bon voyage like tracy chapman ya' better slow down in fast cars
Chillin in my whip and listening to chico debarge
Since arge, got a rap nigga like me listen to r＆b
Yo pardon me, which one of ya'll hard niggas said
That i listen to r＆b reggae and bust raps fuck that
I heard alot of shortys you be hounding ya'll
O.g.c 98 every one accounted for still
With my girl and i smoke big spliffs
Listen to ll and watch will smith
Ahh shit everybody asking will the game change
If you remain the same then the game will never change,
What it be like, me and my niggas ge ce alike
We the type of niggas you dont really wanna get hype
Cause we might start acting up in your club
Cause we don't give a fuck cause we real niggas so what？
Yo come here, stop acting like that
Go ahead walk down here to the bar
Yo son i'll met ya'll on the floor aiight
Aiiyo i was in the cut rolling up felling kinda twisted
Fuckin with this shorty while i asked her if she missed me,
She boldly had told me that all i wanted her panties
Get her home and fill her up with henny,
I didn't call she was alone that night
And for some reason dj spins brian mcknight
Thats all i heard my word son she sang the song
Asking the ville was i on ya' mind at all？
I try to to say na but hell yea came out i couldn't spit it out
Tell her what this shit was about
Maybe i'm movin too fast cause i want that ass
Before i jet from the scene let me count my cash,
They call him henny villie
That is good and plenty you gotta just love this shit,
The more i look the more i look the more i wanna dick this
chick,
But then my niggas call gotta get her out to the whip.
To all my new york niggas gotta bounce to this
Grab your blunt or your leaf smoke a ounce to this
Where ever ya'll niggas is it, ya gotta spark up ya splif
Cause only o.g.c can put it down like this
To all my west coast niggas gotta bounce to this
Grab ya blunt or ya leaf smoke a ounce to this
Where ever ya niggas is at ya gotta spark up ya splif
Cause only o.g.c could put it down like this
I knew you damn rap niggas wasn't no good yo yo yo
What u talkin bout man
What you talkin about man shut the fuck up no, no, no
You shut the fuck, yo i gotta go yo
I'ma get ya' punk ass shot
Yo doc, i just hung up with my ex,
She tried to flex like funk master
I got my gun in my lap i can't get to my trunk faster
Smoke this weed first and then we get drunk after
Cause at home bitches suck on my dick like a pacifier
For real man will aint no liar
Word up word up i smoke and smoke and smoke
Until i can't get no higher
Yo hit him in his lip, now what ya teeth is on
My right hand let ya'll know that the beef is on
Cause this rap cat's got all these gay niggas wanna be em
Hell yea easy lp gonna get it when i see him
Word up i learned that from my wild niggas out in c.i.
Aiiyo charlene hold my jacket let me handle my b.i
Starang just ya' averege joe like g.i.
To my man lil and grant, when i see em on his v.i.
But i stay on the move thats what i whip the black range four,
Big face benny for chicks to get change for
For real what up i had to up my credentials
Then move change my area to residential
Call from dru ha get the memo that i sent you？
L.e.x two(2) hours niggas had two(2) rentals,
Back in 95 i was a rapper with potential magnum p.i.
Every thing confidential,
Even at j.f.k niggas talkin
While im walkin in puffy on the radio
Aiyyo i'm back in new york again
I can't say i know any
Cru's i know to many
Now make ya' choice
Choose starang
Choose henny, ride around my way
In my black 420 smokin on a bob marley
While im sippin on henny, can't say i know any
Cru's i knwo to many, now make ya' choice
Choose starang
Choose henny, ride around my way
In the black 420 puffin on a bob marley
While i be sippin on henny
All my p.a. niggas just bounce to this,
All my california niggas smoke a ounce to this,
All my detroit niggas just bounce to this,
All my arizonia niggas smoke a ounce to this,
All my d.c. niggas just boune to this,
All my k.c. niggas smoke a ounce to this,
My a.t.l gotta bang head bounce to this
Come on smoke a ounce smoke a ounce
7.Girlz Ninety Now
Yo what up man？
What's the deal starang wondah？
Ay, what up louieville, what up d.o.g.
Yeah man i just ran to tek-n-steele
Let's talk about these ninety now girls
Man there's a whole lotta stuff goin now
Aiyo girl i can't wait, come over here girl
I knew this girl named ta, she lived in her garage
Had a few friends, so she played a lotta cards
If it wasn't for the money, it wasn't no game
If the same people came, then the game would stay the same
I know this girl named shelly, met her at the telly
Took to the diner, so she can fill her belly
Slip my hands down her pants, but the shit was kinda smelly
Made a hard dick limp til the shit feel like jelly
I know a girl named stacy, drove a nigga crazy
Went back to her crib, cuz i thought that she would lace me
Had her mother face me, daddy tried to mace me
Runnin thru the projects, niggas try to chase me
Then came keema, bagged her in the beemer
At the video shoot, sippin on zima
Damn you shoulda seen her, i mean you shoulda seen her
Attractin niggas like coke thru the femur
Yo i met a chick named millie, i met her uptilly
Know i smoke leaf, but she prefer to smoke phillies
Started gettin high, touchin, actin silly
Had to tell her call me will, i hate it when you call me willie
Now millie had a cousin, who name was susan
Talkin too much, i had to tell her 'keep it movin'
Susan was sign, but ville was glad
Because a nigga walked off wit her best friend pam
Aiyo pam was all right, but i liked her cousin tammy
Met at her at how can i be down in miami？
Then tammy came over wit her best friend penny
Had to introduce the bitch to my nigga named henny
Now me and penny girl, met before
Buyin condoms outta the candy store
Need i say more？ bed was a hundred record
Kept bangin this chick til she screamed 'my lord'
I know a c.o. named nikki, she gave me a hickey
In the other room was her man pretty ricky
He's in a black bentley, wit tints on twenties
Nikki was his favorite, but he had many honies
He had this one rhoda, she lived in corona
Met her at the coliseum, wit her best friend sonia
She had a fat ass but her breath had aroma
So instead i called sonia, cuz she wanted me to bone her
I know hold weight bitches, no fake bitches
You better have a check on the first day bitches
That take it up the anal, swallow like draino
Try anything once, never heard her say no
Like that red bone star, had a cousin named shamar
Both freaks wanna s.t. for a managetua
See me in my car with buck, tek and dog
Took her to the hotel, and sexed us all
Ain't gotta spit no game, she know we do our thing
See at me club and my nigga digga reign
She don't like guns, but she lust one
Half of her income, furnished by swiss funds
Do be looked tight, body be lookin right
Your friends can meet my friends, let's get it on tonight
Always gotta plan, know how to make a grand
She on her own paper chase, she don't need a man
I know a girl named wonda, smoked marijuana
Call her snake-eater, cuz she ate my anaconda
Caught mad drama wit wonda, wit smokin zhama
In the back of a honda, wit this chick named tiwana
This bitch named sue, she hang out wit a crew
How bad was them bitches rockin shit brand new
I was gassed for the ass and i'm ready to screw
All she did was rub my crotch, till my balls turn blue
8.Smokey Skit(Bless The Mic)
9.The Big Ohh
Is it the big ohh, or is it gon' be no？
Let me tell you one thing, d-o ain't trickin no dough
At a show, shorties wanna meet me at the mo'
Askin mad questions about the dough i hold
Hold on baby, don't even go that route
Because the money, that i'll make you don't need to know foul
Cuz the thing change, and all the talkin stops here
Just lay your back down, and take off your underwear
Who cares, it's your bras and panties, they ain't matchin
Yo what's the rules？ you have to leave if the ohh ain't happenin
Yo, why you laughin, you won't be laughin
If you standin in front of room,
They clear to get your punk ass maskin
Only mess wit the girls that sharin (sharon), they nickname
carin (karen)
Known from the big butt and the tight jean wearin
Also big breasts, always comin to my rest
While i cores they chest, and they suck me off next
Easily place in the mouth, like a grape from a tree
But she can't eat it, she must suck it, like a sweet lolli
I know that's a hobby, i met her in a lobby
Lookin good, beautiful self, bad ass body
Yo it's goin out to nicole, out in new jerz
To my girl keisha, out in d.c.
It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
Spark them some o.g.c.
And it's going out to wendy, out in l.a.
Going out to tasha, out in tennessee
It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
Bob marley spliffs and hennecy
It was me and hennyville in the starang mobile
On my way uptown, pumpin the new dru hill
I couldn't rush it, turn to hennyville, bust this
Seen reese in tight jeans, doin her ass no justice
Her mother gaspin, right where the restaurant be
I drove by, waved, kinda nonchalantly
Me and my man, cruisin through, checkin out the scenery
Stopped at the light, these two niggas double schemin me
Lookin in my 740, so i guess they beemin me
Yo they ain't gettin money, yo ask me what it mean to me
Yo, not a god damn, not since you my man
Because of jealously, over they fuckin toes, he ran
Yo i'm the villest, that be my nigga for real
You don't think shit real, then go and ask your girl
Aha, we stopped by the store, i stepped outta the ride
My big gold chain steady swingin side to side
These two shorty wops, was all up in my grill like a barbecue
Say 'i don't wanna bother you, but aren't you starang'
They couldn't keep they eyes off my big gold chain
I kept my eyes on they ass, so shit was like the same
Yo simple and plain, i know ya be singin my song
Let's take 'em back to the crib, so we can all get along
The big ohh
Going out to mergari in n.y.
And this is going out to tammy out in n.c.
It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
Bless the mics for the whole m.f.c.
Guess who, son, just um, jumped upon the scene
Nadine, you know that chick we met out in queens
That chick is mean, she steamed our whole team
Had heads gackin up things like gangrene
Take it from b.b.d., that think right is labeled 'poison five'
You never could trust a big butt and a smile
For she say we display our thing well
And i say 'bitch, what that shit you tell？'
Shit, i know, niggas that hit it and lookin sick
No, no, sick dick, henny i do a bid
Don't explain, simple and plain
The only thing you lovin is my name and my fame
It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
To shari out there in philly
Break it down now, girls, girls, girls, girls
To sundum lee in japan
Yo it's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
To my girl bronca swollen from brazil
Girls, girls, girls, girls
To francewola bei from paris
Bless the mic! (8x)
10.If You Feel Like I Feel
Where we at, where we at, m-f-c
M-f-c (for what son) for life
For life nigga, word up
Word up, brick city (brooklyn)
Where we at (ha ha)
These niggas got me fuckin crazy bitches
So i keep a ton of hats
Chillin wit these willies then i get them for they snaps
See them on the t.v. popin this and popin that
Don't say nothin when you see me i'ma pop a fuckin cap
In that ass wit the hash for the splif so i can twist it
M-f-c weed and hennessy packin biscuits
Brand new jesus on my feet in a benz lifted
Fuckin wit starang hollarin at all the bitches
Look at these assholes, made me cut off my afro
Blow up the spot, make shit hot like tabasco
Ay yo, i roped these bitches as if a nigga had a lasso
It's classical, snatchin jewels then i smash you
Ay yo, niggas wanna know why i act this way
I don't know, been like that since back in the day
Ay yo, pick a spot and my man starang'll lick a shot
Yo, disagree or say i think not, they got it
(and it's on)
(chorus)
Yo, dog and hennyville
Feel the same way i feel
They wanna kill, then i kill
We all got whips
So when they peel, then i peel
It's like that, i suppose
Smokin tons of weed
L-b's of cocoa
My man d, yo and will
Feel the same way i feel
When i kill, then they kill
We all got whips
So when i peel, then they peel
It's like that, i suppose
In gs three o-o's, hollarin at the hoes
Yo, i'm head strong, because i go head on
Wit any fool
Who try to test the o-g, you dead wrong (you dead wrong)
You been lead on, you stupid, you dead arm
Anyway, who's this minny man talkin
Thinkin he can keep walkin in this day and time
Didn't he know big kahuna, plus actions in nam
Ready to begin, put all the bullshit to an end
Put it down for brooklyn, ain't no room for frontin
Makin mad moves in a-t-l, can't you tell
O-g-c's and doc smokin these fat ass l's
Oh well, can you catch the sense a million breeze
Is it cocoa trees, or is it the green weed
Roll it up, ten seconds now smoke it up
Hold up, don't choke it up, i think you smoked enough
Lyin through ya teeth, sayin we have beef
Now you wanna shake my hand and smoke on my leaf
(chorus)
Son i be all in, for it, now i move forward
G-c's tourin, top dollar for it
Can't ignore it, send all my niggas all over
Don't like it, so at best you scoot over
Or get ran over
Ville out of sight like ？？
Knockin at ya door like jahova
Beast come in, son let me in
Pack it in like mexicans, for next of kin
If any foot step in i'm throwin lefts to chins
Now any questions, no, so let's begin
I bust this shit
Get up on a track, then split on to the next gig
Hearin pac say hold ya head
Mad shit gonna change, just stay arranged
At it all day like pinky and the brain
Maintain our composure and then we roast ya
And have our niggas screamin out eshkoshka
(chorus)
My heltah skeltah niggas
Feel the same way we feel
They wanna kill
When we kill
We all got whips, so when they peel
Then we peel
Heltah skeltah, word up
M-f-c for life
And all my motherfuckin niggas, where you want it
Ay yo, my owtlaw niggas
Feel the same way we feel
They wanna kill
When we kill
We all got whips, so when they peel
Then we peel
Owtlawz, west side, word up (word up)
Till we die (word up)
My dirty south niggas
Feel the same way we feel
They wanna kill
When we kill
We all got whips, so when they peel
Then we peel
My dirty south niggas
Goodie mob, outcast, word up, word up, m-f-c
And to my m-f-c niggas
Feel the same way we feel
They wanna kill
When we kill
We all got whips, so when they peel
Then we peel
M-f-c, for life (m-f-c, m-f-c)
Word up, word up
(starang, louieville and top dog chattering as music fades)
11.Slo Mo
God damn, look at missy missy
She actin hot and sigie, i'm gonna catch them titties
Oh come kitty kitty, i'm in the store with bell
I asked her if she miss me
I need change quickly, papi can you split this fifty
She started small talk, like 'where you been'
I cut her short, it's where i'll be with you and your friends
You see girl, i ain't you average man, runnin a million
On an island, puffin spliffs with gilligan
Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks
I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop
And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees
Higher counts we had, bbq on nude beach
Your word becomes a v, you crack a smile now
Then find out later, bitch, it ain't shit funny
Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin
Movin wit my niggas and best to playboy bunnies
Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends
Yo, i know you have a man, can't you have friends
Wanna look me up and down, sayin 'it depends'
Aiyo, i treat you like a queen, til i hit the skins
Cuz i look good, like your man wish he could
Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood
Big muthafuckin will, from the m.f.c.
I roll a bob marley up, and pass the hennecy
Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up
Got chills goin down ya spine, i heat it up
Gotta get where i'm goin, and fast
Speed it up, i feel a hotel elevator beam me up
I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up
Get your all your friends through and double team me up
I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic
Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet
O.g.c. put it down like this
From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up
Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy
Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me
All up on your tv, blastin in your cd
Hits like damn, the world love them niggas g.c.
Let's get together, if da storm, change the weather
Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters
I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like velcro
Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow
Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow
Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no
See i can understand, that's what the average do
So later on, out the window to the avenue
12.You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow
Come and say laugh time is comin love
And give 'em one
What？ dickin in the bed fiend
Say ow, licka fam
My style don't leave one and gal
Here come black stal'
What？ them never know me
So strong, gal
Now, i just wan' get rid of action
Me not gon' rhyme, ya use protection
Soften up ya lips for this
We come fonder, we come sounder
When i do my thing, i move the crowd like aura
M to the period s, it spells horror
Makin others in my space take deep swallows
Sorta like a barber, step in my parlor
Gotta stick wit the nicest, so i light this
Light that bulb in my head, just off excitement
That trifeness i don't deal with, because it stress me
You wouldn't know how to act, if you wasn't s, g
All my m.f.c., we mad thorough
For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough
And stay, while pay, the stack like couch
If you don't know by now, you never figure it out
Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out they nines
Do think it's body bulletproof, i'mma show you his spine
Get loose one time, hop back the 4-5
Whoever think they clappin, can't happen, handle your b.i.
Cuz once i call my m.f.c., they wild out
If you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake out
You don't got it all
To many m.c.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls
Chew on this
And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, i'm wit my sons
Blazin buns in the back room, with d.o., cal and ones
Got my mic check by cleo, c.o. bitch from riker's
Met her on the av., tight hold the top wit biker
Short, pussy fat, first place, i chase the cat
That brakes his arm, word is bond, d-o-c is holdin heat
Wit the force, no doubt, to knock your ass off your feet
The choice is yours, hospital or the morgue
You're not sure to see tomorrow
You're not sure to see tomorrow, whoa-ho
This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garment
If there is a problem, i'mma see you into promise
Truly yours, 'ville slug
Got your shorty, pissy off the henny, then she drop the drawers
G.c.'d all day, even by my lonely, all ways
Reppin full stretch for the pay
I take off my coat, pass sean price the l
Bitches on the side, sayin 'starang nice as hell'
We shit on these rappers, they in hell, twice the smell
My niggas in jail, forever screamin life is hell
I might as well pick up the cell, call my bitch rakel
Who used to be my shorty, hop friend, now it's hard to tell
They say we cock-eyed, eye of the tiger, just like rocky
Can't help it, when we ride shit like a jockey
Non stoppin, hit the stage, rockin and shockin
In stealth shit, for them bitch niggas not likin
Aiyo this is the boot camp show, i'm your host
I love french toast and bitches that's high post
My m.f.c. back niggas down that try and get too close
Me and henny gettin high on flights coast to coast
And once we touch ground, shit, that better be on flow
Grand tour, had better be ready to roll
Ready to roll, whether rhyme time or hold stroll
Slay mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not show
I blow, sure to bogust, that thing ain't so tough
Like any 4x4 on doughnuts, you better hold up
Show guts, i'mma spill 'em, hot letta drill 'em
Lyrics evolve around your dome, like chuck you chillin
I'mma slave to the rhythm, they know how i hit 'em
Noyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas become victims
They know i'm gon fix them, up with the meth
I'm fed, i mean, i'm dope like heroin on the scene
You should come clean, rhymer says you get hit with something
I'm headhunting, like football players when they crunchin
All that for frontin, you should learn to listen
Showin ya acts, your dead like apollo in exhibition
13.From The Table To The Label(Skit)
14.Suspect Niggaz
Yo it's that real nigga shit
That make the real niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out they whips
So i been fresh like the prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, i ain't been the same since
You know how bitch niggas in the industry
Pretend to be a friend of me
In the long run, becomin enemies
R.i.p. wet capone, who got jooked up
Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., they all shook up
Me and henny think this o.g.c. is booked up
Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them
niggas)
They better ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
Yo ass get down, starang say blast them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive guns
Aiyo some chick asked her home girl 'who is he？'
She said 'you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly
Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel'
G.c. til the day i d, all night but it up, m.f.c. for life
Niggas i looked up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
Grab ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, cuz our days gettin sunny
Aiyo i put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full
blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit home
Yo, who hit starang wondah, relation and stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to m-o-b-b
Should ya work hard, to us comes easy
Don't want beef here, no prob come see me
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf
I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black
Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at？ bucktown muthafuckas
Who are we？ m.f.c., bitch niggas
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Let's take a walk through park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin these streets of brook-lan
Is similar to vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm especially when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
Buck never quit, i walk the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who
know me
Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93
Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
Cock quick, nigga watch this
I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens
Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or house of snitches
Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
Four building, what 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit ready to cock
Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes
Number one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, god bless, that was quick, to hold mine
I wet my man, big hav from the m-o-b-b
Hennyville, buckshot my man d-o-g
Should ya work hard, for us comes easy
Ya want beef, no prob come see me
O.g.c., mobb deep, brownsville and qb
Pocket change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.
Bob marley spliff, crack open the hennecy
You want beef here, no prob come see we
15.Dirtiest Players In The Game
Word up, word up, youknowimsayin
It's like, niggas ask me why we ain't do that fab 5 shit
(i know i know what they ask you, when's fab 5 comin out)
Knowimsayin it's like, what the fuck man, knowimsayin
Niggas always know man, for real for real man
(hennyville, william h., top d-o)
Heltah skeltah (sean price) sean p!!
Aiyyo i step in the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty
Cuz i do gotta get money, mad dudes wanna confront me
But they can't, fuck wit my speed and my power
The combination'll fuck you up just like weed and some powder
The iron mike of this rap shit, mad niggas appear
Spit some shit from my mouth piece that'll rip your fuckin ears
off
Leave you punch-drunk when i hit you wit bottles of smirnov
Rap style is rusty, took too many years off
Wipe ya tears off ya cry baby, why should i save thee
Life as a trife nigga sayin 'bye baby!'
Remember what the rapidness rappin, we make it stackin caps
Chill, 'fore i pull out my steel and something real happens
Why you wanna take my life kid, like it wasn't nuttin？
Had to put it down and show you where i'm from
Bucktown is the place and will be livin where me grown
Been to many places, never strayed away from home
Because my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (fab 5 mad
live!)
I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case
There's another player up in my lane, and then i lace him
The point is taken, drop the loss upon your board
I'm checkin all of y'all because your game is so fraud
Call me top dog, the big cahuna so what you know
Shaving all your points just like i told you to do so
And come on down, wit ya half-man team
I'll trade your half-man queen, and got you weezin on your knees
Now spit it out, your game is weak man, shit it out
You're all up in the game and don't know what the shit is 'bout
Wiggy-wig out, wig the fuck out nigga, what nigga
Aiyyo fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live, blowin up the spot
This is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we lock it down
This is the mfc, and double-d
In the ninety-now, we lock it down
First of all, alcatraz i master my craft
Got the power to bomb that ass like i'm kevin nash
Cuz every game the same, niggas is tryin to blow
If this was wrestling, we'd be nwo
The same shit, they started out havin the bullshit fights
Like we had the bullshit shows rockin the bullshit mics
Made a little cheese and left, and that shit ain't right
But had our monkey-asses back the same time the next night
Starvin, finally they noticed niggas got talent
Get busy for dolo, plus a tagteam we be wildin
Step in the ring deep, let it begin
Peep, creep and jump all except for my kin
Those are the breaks man, we take wins
Buy hook-up by crook man
Smack you wit a chair if ever the ref ain't lookin
Winnin the belt's like goin gold or platinum
I swear this year, we gon' do it and we ain't playin fair
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Wassup wassup, wassup wassup
Ah-ha, wassup wassup, wassup wassup
Yo son i lace up my cleats, and then i step out on the field
Look out in the stands, i see my niggas from the 'ville
I keep my eye on they qb, grillin em, thinkin 'bout killin em
Simply for the fact that we ain't feelin em
Word up them faggots on the other side don't know starang
Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game
Sack ya ass, dance like i'm on soul train
I'm just hype, they testin me for the use of cocaine
Two minutes, gotta win it for my magnum force
Give me the chance and the ambulance'll drag em off
We blastin off, that crown y'all wore, pass it off
Ain't ya wifey a cheerleader？ nigga her ass is soft
It ain't nuttin, we ain't frontin, fuck the fortune and fame
Who will forever remain, the dirtiest players in this game
Yo it's down and out, but really it's just beginning
Bottom of the eighth, and top of the ninth inning
Yo cleanup is up to bat, what you still runnin
One try to steal but chill, we only dumbin
But back to ya enter, pointin at the gate as he steps to the
plate
Makin that call on the ball, send that pitch over the wall
And frame it up, disappear car door
Hardcore wars, the fans demand more
Checkin me out, lookin on the big screen billboard
It's ville y'all (player wit the stats they kill for)
Don't wanna bunt up, cuz all i think about is homers
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
(where y'all at, where y'all at)
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
(where y'all at, where y'all at)
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Yes yes y'all fab 5, we the best y'all, remember that？
Yes yes y'all, fab 5 be the best y'all word up
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Grab the mic if ya like, show me what ya got
Better drop that shit if it get too hot
Fab 5 mad live blowin up the spot
Steppin in hotter this year
Let the brains blow, word up
Ah-ha ah-ha
Oh oh, word up
Heads ain't ready for the shit we got
Niggas ain't ready for the shit we got
16.Set Sail
Chorus：hennyville
Set sail off, we going to the world
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl
Lovely in naps, i got no time for curls
Cause', nothing can stop this like duke of earl
Set sail off, we going to the world
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl
Lovely in naps, i got no time for curls
Cause', destination： mfc, the world
I puff la 'til i die, mommy don't ask why
I roll up and puff, and put it down like such
And roll another dutch, this nigga never get enough
It sounds wicked, like when ya ville's still pack a biscuit
A free week from studio and shows
All i needs is me a check, and extra ends or dough
Run up in my hoe, bang her walls
Then i, bust off cause' i can't take no more
Then i, flee with my p-e-o-p-l-e
With love up in my background, yellin, 'come back henny!'
A nigga 550 in an off-way milleni-um
I made a promise, told her, 'i'll be back, come gimme some.'
(mwwah)
That's the way it's supposed to fly
Either with me or against me, until i die
'ville slug kill jugs of henny, puffing plenty
If i see some love in the street i like
I tell her, 'gimme some.'
Chorus
My day starts, my mission moves me closer to the door
It's sunny outside, yo son, say no more
My chest achin' from the smoke that i was takin', in
Yo, please pass no green weed again
Because it's nasty, i don't give a fuck, let it pass me
The last one that gave me that shit, must of been gassed, b
Sayin, 'just smoke.' that's all that y'all do
I read it up in the source, in vibe arti-cle, hard to do
The things that come naturally, how can it be？
Police is coming after me!
Driving my whip, i had to put out my spliff
Crack the rooftop, and let all the smoke go out
Chorus
Aye yo, niggas tried to play my crew
And got they ass chewed-up
We out here like eighteen-deep (all crewed up)
It was hot outside, i had my shirt off (tatooed up)
Last time i came around (had to fuck some dude up)
My mom said, 'damn, boy i think ya heads screwed up.'
But now we mfc for life, you know how we do chumps
Yo nigga stay flippin' (why？) cause' starang stay whippin'
Something nice for me and my mfc to sit in
Aye yo, all my gangbangin' niggas everywhere, bang-on
My west-coast niggas, i'll be there soon, hang-on
Niggas mad at dru and buck, cause them niggas put starang on
See me in the streets, now bitches wanna clang on, my dick
See my face up in the mix
I push a gs4 now, but i be pushin' a 6
That nigga starang wondah (william h.) fuck a hummer!
I'ma push this lp (and push another next summer)
17.Boot Camp Mfc Eastern Conference
Ain't no time to waste, we in the race
All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place
M.f.c., way for life, i'm here to let you know
Time don't wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough
You didn't hear about magnum force crushin
The ones you couldn't trust son, we just start bustin
Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum
Cuz i want all my real peoples to live long
These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and i got to admit it
They heard it's lidu rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick
Ya need to quit it, i cock gats then watch 'em spit it
To split it, ya ass in half, so come get wit it
It's representative who never lack, no doubt
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, i blow that back right out
I be the mack with fout, the one o, so you know
I tear the veins out ya ass, like i'm triple fronto
I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way back
Whip whop, big joe, my uptown connect
Wit niggas got they tongue numb from stashin the cracks
I was throwin papi store down wit the tape duct gat
I move up from that, now i flip legal trap
Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and rap
Still i get loot from my man, when i'm broke for smoke
And catch a dice game in the pj's, keep the bankin blow
Yo, startin tension, when i'm wit my shark fishin
Stompin competition, wit lines from my composition
Not to mention, i'm beyond comprehension
Boy, i retire mc's, then extort them for they pension
For instance, i turn a master to a presence
Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain senseless
I'm out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten
You ain't laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen
Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that claim
That ya done mastered the game, but ya worthless
That shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it
Keepin niggas nervous, my m.f.c. at ya service
Yo, i got ya rap sissy fags under pressure
Shake it like earthquake, richter scale couldn't measure
Who let the, monster out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector
Behind you like back catchers, head snuff rock nester
Forever be the aggressor
Bring a marvel trouble, make us wet the set up
Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the neck up
I sell ya whole crew, black eyes like uncle fester
But it ain't zebra, that'll be ya knowin beaver
Cell phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers
Keep those, caught po-po, i break ya jaw
Run m.f.c., muthafucka, we event no laws
News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast
I twist pack ya sensitive ass, cuz you won't last in the arena
Caught between reality and dreaming, scheming
Get deleted by my team when you least expect it
Flip the script then i wreck shit
Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this
Don't sweat this, cuz tek just scoop me up in the lexus
Upset cuz you slept when i was makin connections
Travelin 'cross the u.s., linkin up with some of the truest
Revolutionist, niggas stay ready to do this
So let's do this
Sean price in the house nigga, never forget that
If that nigga keep riffin, i'mma split his shit back
The way you get that, rap from, don't make me slap them
Niggas up in the face, til my people wit the gats come
From the producer, who like to looper
Type a hypa shit, that make the world act stupid
You try to play me son, you get a baby, when i got
Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin cranium
Flamin 'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em
For the shit they do, cuz they claimin they into datin son
Maybe one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it
All ya niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick
The few of the men, the greater the share of honor
Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana
I never bow down, cuz chow down needs to hold down
I swatted them hoe, make the order of the tottin
My microphone is smokin like a glow skull
Tottin clums in this rap shit, get dethroned
Empty headed, before ya sweatbands is sweated
Test the top gun, without one, nigga, forget it
Ya niggas suck dick, my crew be on some i don't give a fuck shit
All boppin our shit to that new rock and ruck shit
Me and hold strong been down for to long
We done seen these bitches niggas outside, now come and gone
Now don't get me wrong, i like when i move
Run out to my shows in gs3oo's
Come out to my hotel and take off they clothes
Participatin in all the big holes
That's how it goes, we sip back guzzlin beers
They drink rhyme tek and steele, and they ain't been out for
years
I get hyped son, and set it on the scene
Maybe it's he, hennyville from n.y.c.
Put it out, apostrophe a.g. enemy
Fo fuck wit m.f.c., you get buried
Crip like carrey, i know ya niggas hear me
I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried
Row then he blow, row just like moby
Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like toby
Ya in it lonely, shootin shots like shinobi
You wanna know me, but all i think about is money
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