Kool G Rap
You know the Don armed wit sixteen
And I do harm for this big cream, the whips and the cabbage
Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, slippin' the fabrics
Pull up wit some big sh**, lieutenant sh**, hittin' the hazards
Spot a b**h wit that Cris habit, gotta have it
f** shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage
Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish
She only lick dick status to get cabbage
Dick get lathered to the thick baptist
Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance
It's drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix (aiight)
And squeezing the slug, gun powder season your blood
I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (n***a)
This where the buck stops, f** props
Buck shots to the top money, what the f** you forgot?
Thought I was done and wasn't touchin' the block?
Still real, bustin' the Glock
Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?
(Chorus)
Mike Tyson
People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus
I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know?
I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through
See everyone else has the right to be angry
But this is just the way I express myself
(So, you ready to fight?)
Vinnie Paz
Y'all bust a motherf**in' gat to this
Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholic
So I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
Looks kinda resemble that of Fat Pauly
I don't even clap, young boy, he clap for me
Chain hang down from my dick, I'm that gaudy
I don't even f** wit you cats, you rap poorly
I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny
Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
And Vinnie Paz hold a hammer like a carpenter do
You should understand that I ain't really f**in' around
And if you don't, you gonna find your body stuck in the ground
We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is
Y'all don't understand how f**in' strong my wife is
I'm from a time where every song was righteous
Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the
Pawns and shysters
I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
Let em s** the blood till your form is lifeless
What!!! f**in' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! Jedi Mind Tricks (Yeah!!!)
(Chorus)
Mike Tyson
And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waste my life
Cause when I die I'm going to paradise
So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die
Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me
And make comments about me without me retaliating