Daven "Prestige" Vanderpool - Usual Suspects lyrics

Yeah (Grrr...) Introducin the suspects DMX (Grrr...) Ja Rule LOX Khadafi (Grrr...) Mic Geronimo (My n***as...) [ VERSE 1: DMX ] What's all the noise about, have some respect, shut the f** up Drive-by, money talkin sh**, yo, back the truck up Y'all n***as don't respect me but you fear me And fear is better than respect, y'all n***as hear me If I smack the sh** out this n***a, his man over here be like, "Yo What n***a, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo" Can get from one extreme to the next And my sh** always bounce like DM to the X I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!" Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" Play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, n***as is cursed, I get wild So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry I met a lot of enemies and they all like to thank me Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with hoes [ VERSE 2: Ja Rule ] It ought to be a long time before they touch this here It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mill a year Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the j**els daily Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? n***a, y'all remember, CMC 95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertenly sh**tin on the top 20 Y'all n***as k** me, talkin like y'all can't be touched See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style chump, n***a, what Think again if you thought if I thought I give a f** [ VERSE 3: Jadakiss & Styles ] Yo, it's pitiful, everything's political But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few You know the sh** that we be on, the three on 'Must be the money' like Deion that we see on Players, you pop sh**, I rather pop shells Twist l's, blow chats with the rap cartels n***a, one nation under gutter (aha) LOX style (yeah) I bring it to your mother Christ, you get iced if you f** with my brother You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare My n***as stick together and none of us care We ain't got time for cages, doin ages Thinkin of my crew holdin my two razors Lockin in, lockin out, I play the block Poppin up, poppin out, I like to shout I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money This sh** is dead real, I seen a n***a shoot a honey Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer If it ain't a bullet, then I'mma die from cancer Puff out till my lungs is gone And n***a, it's a war till the guns is gone [ VERSE 4: Tragedy Khadafi ] Yeah... yo Giuliani showed me to hell's another level Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil Born in this crime I was sworn to do Slayin you fake thugs that's performin too I'mma bleed 25 till my dying day Sprayin a AK till this world decay If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay Cursin they whole life till they old and grey In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics? Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it All my n***as in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit Nothin nice 'bout a n***a when he doin his bids Comin home to the next man raisin your kids To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head Cause n***as is gon' feel it till they cold and dead [ VERSE 5: Mic Geronimo ] Runnin with five n***as, criminal disguised n***as The live n***as, pull a mac, what, surprise n***as Holdin my mic stiletto-like Invitin these waterhead n***as to get splashed back and take it light Slided back when we're 16 my mellow my brother Told me lay it back, aced back and play it mellow Seein how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin black De Niro A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris The gorgeous sh**, we ballin flawlessly Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me The god, heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you n***as under pressure, we form Here I am, if it's on then it's on If the world was yours, could you keep it from a n***a like me? Hold your head, we about to see... Muthaf**a Yeah Usual Suspects Never suspect n***as Yeah What y'all thought I was gone Never that It's Vendetta Y'all'll see