MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
ini kamoze - who goes there
Who goes there
Compitition in fear
Put ya hands in the air
Tra la la la here comes the out law
Crazy raw the Guru from Gangstarr
Stepping in kinda harder this year
Styles explode to blow the spot up in here
Come follow me
Lemme take you there to another place
where nott'n compare
Got what ya need get ya what ya want
Nobody front no tricks no stunt
Gimme da blunt
While I be loungin' on da side
Known for puff'n l's and banging beats in ma ride
And sett'n flows off while mcs show off
I'll be buss'n moves
So I can get some dough off
And parlaying in the corner with the hienie
Right now I'm building with ma bredren know as iNi
I'm the title taker earth shaker
spine breaker
Lighting up the streets from the US to Jamaica
Who goes there Jamaican
Uh huh from where Jamaican
Competition in fear Jamaican
Put ya hands in the air
Life is a beach
You can keep ya speach
Never hang ma hat where I know I can't reach
Don't leach I call harder they come is the harder they fall that's all
Simply the best even under stress
Guess what I mean is no guy test
How ya rest won't give ya more to receive your less
Who goes there...
Don't ya know you can't test
My cardiovascular flex will arrest
Mcs who violate the code
Like rejects they have go back then reload
And by the time they get more
Ammo it's all she wrote another burial and so you can quote
Never deny the higher power
I'm like extreme light waves growing stronger by the hour
Who goes there...
Ssst I'm good to go
Mo' cocomo than da Beach Boys know
Wha'd'ya know
Listen to ma drum
Ya ho ya ho and a bottle of rum
Gimme some
Who goes there
Don't be fakin'
Jack talkin' bull****
My mike's like a full clip
I'll be on some next s***
Rhyme perfection injecting like the doctor with the cure
Cure like the water that is holy catch my vapor
Who goes there...
ini kamoze - world a music
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Keep me rocking with me daughter - eh-a
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Never lef' ya, never no sah - eh-a
Now just be nice and hold your space
I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street the call it merther
when rhythm spacing out your head
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Keep me rocking with me daughter - eh-a
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Never lef' ya, never no sah - eh-a
Man showing how man feeling
Man singing goodness gracious I
Then thousand rydims peeling
It makes the spider kiss the fly
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Keep me rocking with me daughter - eh-a
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Lord I thirsty, give me water - eh-a
World a reggae music on yah - eh
Keep me rocking with me daughter - eh-a
ini kamoze - babylon babylon
Statement, Statement
Investigation Department
Hay-Hay
Babylon, Babylon, leggo me hand
You're not my girlfriend
Babylon, Babylon, aye watch ya man, for what are you searching
Babylon, Babylon, level yu vibes, I telling ya ma papers right
Babylon, Babylon, ain't got no bribe, money done a dance last night
Wha' that you doing man you must be mad
Gimme me belonging a how come you so bad
Put away your weapon, cause that soft to I
Learn that how you live is how you die... What is this ?
Babylon, Babylon, leggo me hand
You're not my girlfriend
Babylon, Babylon, aye watch ya man, for what are you searching
Babylon, Babylon, level yu vibes, I telling ya ma papers right
Babylon, Babylon, ain't got no bribe, money done a dance last night
Won't you take my advice, don't go create strife
Go do something nice for one day of your life
Everything you giving, that you shall receive
Hate my God and die
Love him and live.... What is this ?
Babylon, Babylon, leggo me hand
You're not my girlfriend
Babylon, Babylon, aye watch ya man, for what are you searching
Babylon, Babylon, level yu vibes, I telling ya ma papers right
Babylon, Babylon, ain't got no bribe, money done a dance last night
Statement, Statement, Investigation Department
Just because of my adornment
They want to put I in confinement,
Hay-Hay, Hay-Hay, Hay-Hay
Wha' that you doing man you must be mad
Gimme me belongings a how come you so bad
Put away your weapon, cause that soft to I
Learn that how you live is how you die.... What is this ?
ini kamoze - betty brown s mother
I love Betty Brown's mother
I hope it's not against the law
I just love Betty Brown's mother
Though she is my mother-in-law
No I've never been unfaithful
I've been a one woman man
Now I don't want to sound ungrateful
but I'd like to extend my family plan
I love Betty Brown's mother
I hope it's not against the law
I just love Betty Brown's mother
Though she is my mother-in-law
I know this is a risky business
and I dare not upset the wife
The older woman it pleases
To the younger's a danger in life
I love Betty Brown's mother
I hope it's not against the law
I just love Betty Brown's mother
Though she is my mother-in-law
'When Betty Brown hear this sound
she's gonna think I'm a clown
and I don't want fo' she to put me down
But I had to bring myself around to tell her'
ini kamoze - boss
Sorry I'm late but I had to pay my water rate
Boss, boss, me little late and ya going on bad
Boss, boss work overtime yeat ya didn't see that
Boss, boss do this do that driving me mad
Boss, boss grey hair is a thing I never had
Now let me talk so ya hear that a fat overseer ain't my style
Cause we won't get along if ya wearing one plastic smile
Seems like you invented 9ine to 5ive
You've never want to see me ever take a five
Chorus
Now while ya reap what I sow do ya
Know what I know- stake a bet
And if dare make a slip I'd be
in for a kick like a dog would get
Now who said what ya sow is what ya reap
That fella must be talking in his sleep
Chorus
Now let me talk so ya hear that a fat overseer ain't my style
Cause I can't get along if ya wearing one o'them plastic smile
Seems lilke you invented 9ine to 5ive
You've never want to see me ever take a five
ini kamoze - call the police
Calling all stars
Calling all stars
This is an emergency
There is a crucial jam at the corner of R and B
Proceed with caution
Suspects are musically armed and dangerous
Call the Police Police Po-lice
I'm about to make a hit, yea
Call the Police Police Police Po-lice
A heart is about to quit
Jump off ma stool outa ma corner
May I have the floor to say
I play the fool to catch the wiser
Now I've gotta motto that the guilty must P-A-Y
Call the Police Police Po-lice
I'm about to make a hit, yea
Call the Police Police Police Po-lice
A heart is about to quit
Don't single me out as the worst offender
My words and my actions are clear
We analyze like a computer
Set set evil men conscience in fear
Call the Police Police Po-lice
I'm about to make a hit, yea
Call the Police Police Police Po-lice
A heart is about to quit
Jump off ma stool outa ma corner
May I have the floor to say
I play the fool to catch the wiser
Now I've gotta motto that the guilty must P-A-Y
ini kamoze - da drauben
Du hast nicht die leiseste Ahnung und kennst das alles nur vom Hörensagen
Wir ham einiges in Planung darauf kannst du Gift nehmen oder Björn fragen
Denn ich rap um mein Leben kanns da was besseres geben
Als die drei Harros von eben die das Niveau wieder heben
Die Vorurteile widerlegen bis der Knoten dann geplatzt ist
FUCK THIS
Ich hörte selten so etwas beknacktes
Wer wagt es und kommt mit mir bis in die Arktis,
wo wir dich burnen, dass du im Krematorium Rabatt kriegst
weil mein Part der lodert, deiner klingt arg vermodert
wir ham mit Styles die Charts erobert, die glänzen wie frisch gebohnert
Heiliger Strohsack das ist für manchen starker Tobak
Ich komm mit Bildern wie Kodak und bin der Mann für jedeTonart
Wenn ich bei mir zuhaus in meiner Plattenkiste stöber
Bastel ich für Euch die Bombe und kein lieblosen ScheiÃ?
Viele Diddel ham euch jahrelang mit Rattengift geködert
Doch das kann euch nicht passieren wenn ich zum Mikrofon greif
So trennt sich die Spreu jetzt vom Weizen
Wie ich mich freu euch zu reizen
Verlier die Scheu hier zu geizen
Denn wir sind neu und die geilsten
Schiff ahoi es schlägt dreizehn denkst Du dir bei meiner Handarbeit
Dreh meine Joints nur vom Feinsten
Da spricht bei Dir nur blanker Neid
Was wir heute produzieren wird erst in Jahren dann gecheckt
Doch dafür gibt es keine Dankbarkeit es gibt Respekt
Keine Angst!! Dies ist nur die Zukunft
Könnt ihr mich hören?
Flash Müller baut'n Haus für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Kaybee Baby pflanzt'n Baum für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Rektor Donz zeugt'n Kind für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Uns're Fans sind die GröÃ?ten, die Schönsten, die Schlausten....
yeah, jetzt bekommst du von hip hopâ??s Schwiegersohn deine letzte Chance
nix ist mehr wie gewohnt, überschätzte Schnomps wurden ja eh nie geschont
Raps par excellence, Rektor Donz ist am Mikrofon
ich bin der letzte der geht, wenn alle anderen walken
bin der letzte der spricht, wenn alle anderen talken
manchmal macht mir diese Scheisse echt Sorgen
viele Flaschen können den Hals nicht vollkriegen
hier kommt endlich der Korken
schönen guten Morgen an all die Banausen da draussen
ich verteil erstmal nâ?? paar gute Ratschläge
in punkto Tüchtigkeit und Ordnung setz ich hier die Masstäbe
weil ich tüchtig gasgebe und ordentlich arschtrete, ey
wer wenn nicht wir, wo wenn nicht hier
wann wenn nicht geradâ??, wie wenn nicht hart
selbst Onkel Punkrock geht nach unserer Show am Stock
drei kleine Scheisser laufen Amok mitâ??m Rammbock
Hamburgs hip hop Dinosaurier 92er Baujahr laden ein auf die tollere Party
auja, wir machen schön einâ?? auf dicke Hose wie Oliver Hardy
und riskieren â??ne dicke Lippe wie Lollo Ferrari
Mäusschen sag mal hip, sag mal hop
sag mal Fettes Brot, oh mein Gott, donâ??t stop
sag mal wie heisst dieses Showtalent im weissen Oberhemd
für sie immer noch Herr vorragend.
Flash Müller baut'n Haus für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Kaybee Baby pflanzt'n Baum für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Rektor Donz zeugt'n Kind für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Uns're Fans sind die GröÃ?ten, die Schönsten, die Schlausten....
Die Leute liegen auf der Lauer denn sie finden unsere Tape gut.
Die anderen Bauern werden sauer wie ne' Grapefruit.
Denn sie wissen ganz genau auf unserem Tanzboden klebt Blut
denn Fettes Brot geht immer dahin wo es weh tut.
Doch mach mal halb lang alter ist doch noch kein Grund zum schreien.
Setz ein Helm auf, spann die Muskeln an und Mundschutz rein,
nur für den Fall
denn wenn das ganze Land zu unser Platte nickt
kann es gut sein das Fettes Brot Dich auf die Matte schickt.
Denn Du Spacken verstummst wenn ich wie kein zweiter abstyle,
mit Backen wie Mumps bei jeder weiteren Zeile,
das ist packende Kunst an der ich auch weiterhin feile,
weil so alles begann und uns gibt es seither ne' Weile.
Also Keule denk nach über einen Neuanfang,
weil selbst erfrorene Ohren Feuer fangen bei unserem Schleudergang.
So sieht es aus auch wenn Du die Wahrheit nicht ab kannst
bei uns ist jeder Laden voll da kriegst Du Schlappschwanz Platzangst.
Ã?berall lassen wir die Korken knallen Kollegen
da kennen wir wirklich nichts das steht in allen Verträgen
und damit niemand schuppst, schwitzt und sich alle bewegen
müssen Klubs unsere Gigs in grosse Hallen verlegen.
Denn wenn wir ne' neue Platte aufnehmen damit auftreten und aufdrehen
erregen wir aller Ortens ungeahntes aufsehen.
Bei uns bleibt alles in Bewegung und wir ändern den Kurs nicht
denn wir sind immer noch durstig.
Flash Müller baut'n Haus für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Kaybee Baby pflanzt'n Baum für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Rektor Donz zeugt'n Kind für das neue Jahrtausend
Wo sind meine Leute da draussen?
Uns're Fans sind die GröÃ?ten, die Schönsten, die Schlausten....
Drei Hamburger mit ´nem Monsterbass
saÃ?en auf der StraÃ?e und erzählten euch das.
Da kam die Polizei und fragte: "Sonst noch was?"
Drei Hamburger mit ´nem Monsterbass.
ini kamoze - da story
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it's our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
(repeat 2X)
Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui
Chorus
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?
Chorus 2X
ini kamoze - diggin n in the crates
Ah keep on, and you don't stop (Repeat 8x)
Yo, praise the Lord for Showbiz
My partner with the beats with the Nikes on his feet
Buying old records is a habit
I get more run than a Volkswagon Rabbit
You know I gotta have it
I got more props than the cop Paul McGary
Who played on Hawaii Five-O
And I formed a production company with Show
And Jay's Studio is the lab (The lab)
But the session is closed because I know you got a big nose
Trying to skip out the name
You lack originality, and that's a damn shame
Don't front, I know I got you open
Like a pack of Coke and yo I pulled your coat and
I'm not the one to be gamed on
I didn't know it was your girl we ran the train on
But no hard feelings, your girl was appealing
Did my share of dealing sexual healing
You didn't know she was a groupie
But I'm a put you up on a scoop, B
Used to live in Forrest, my daughter lives in Morris
Used to play softball with my man Horace
I kick flavor like my man Sonny Chiba
Aries is my sign, I'm compatible with Libra
I like to program beats
Diamond D is out, I wanna say peace
Showbiz, there's deals to make
So let's get busy and dig in the crates
Yo, thank the Lord for Diamond D
No afro, instead he keeps dreads in his head
My partner from the past from 163rd
Back when I was a hoodlum beating on nerds
Started way back (Way back when?)
About 12 years ago, I was 9, he was 10
Before smoking weed or hanging out and playing hooky
We used to breakdance and the jam's "Electric Boogie"
Girls walk jocking, my nickname's Rock and
Rhymes I was shocking, beats I was clocking
Step up and see Showbiz perfrom and
My beats is hard like big George Foreman
So MC's and DJ's thought they were nice and
Get upset like Buster did to Tyson
That was in Japan and he's still my man
???? outside Dapper Dan
Wait a minute, that's a different subject
Talk about the Moet and the pipe that's in effect
Back to the Show, the Show B-I-Z
Down with D.I.T.C., A.G. is my MC
Relying on the Giant, the Giant I'm relying
Never lying on the track because I'm not a crack client
Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they're getting dough
But I treat hoes like drugs, I just say no
I lamp in the residence and keep dead presidents
It's a fact, I like my pockets fat not flat
A rapper not a singer, so I hope you don't bring a
Product to me, so go ahead you humdinger
Show's about to blow in '91 so I'm straight
Down with the crew called "Diggin' in the Crates"
So get back, get your sticks, get your bats
Get your licks and I'm a still get fat
Try to diss and get the backhand
I'm dressed in black, a black hat for a black man
The Giant is better and clever
Go ahead sleep, and you'll rest forever and ever
I'm like a bomb, sometimes I'm calm
No telling what can happen when the mic is in my right palm
Yeah, Showbiz too deep, but don't sleep
Go ahead and retreat or face agony of defeat
A.G. is in command
You remember the black hat? At the bottom are my Timberlands
Save it, if you think you pose a threat
Just chill and watch how many hoes I get
Now you sweat the props I got
(Kick a rhyme) A rhyme? Sure, why not?
Always get fat to a hype track
So Finesse (What's up?) Sike, give me that mic back
The crowd I'll catch up, microphone master
Finger licking and kicking lyrics from here to Africa
I'm the bold kind, my rhyme's a goldmine
Let it off, set it off, just for old times
Think you're ready for this? You battle, you lose
You brittle rapper, your rhymes are scribble scrabble
The Giant is greater so I'm great
Down with the group called Diggin' in the Crates
Yeah yeah, we gonna set it off like this...
Now when it comes to lyrics, mics I pulverise
It's Lord Finesse, time to go for mine
So stand back, let the men play
I put rhymes in shape just like Ben Gay
I'm great and honorable, suckers I bomb a few
I run more games than a carnival
I'm a get mine, as soon as you say "start"
Sweat hoods and funky rhymes is my trademark
I'm a get fame, not from her or his name
Cause yo (What's up?) I'm funkier than a shit stain
Mics I smoke, rhymes I hurl
My hobby is collecting fly-looking girls
Strictly for the ladies, call me Lord Finesse
And I'm all about money and sex
Finesse is the name to say, and I came to play
We could have fun, but put the whips and chains away
Sex and money is what makes me a happy man
And I sport more styles than Jackie Chan
I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low
Me take a loss on the mic? I don't think so
Lord Finesse is out to make papes
Down with the crew called Diggin' in the Crates
ini kamoze - here comes the hotstepper
Hit it
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up the crew in-a de area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No, no, we don't die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Extraordinary
Juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fade is me
Fade to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say every time
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Dial emergency number, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah
It's how we do it man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah
Start like a jackrabbit
Finish in front of it
On the night is jack, that's it, understand
I'm the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain't no homey gonna play me, top celebrity man
Murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No, no, we don't die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, "G" go
I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah, yeah man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah, right
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up all crew bow ya, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical danger, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the Hotstepper
I'm the lyrical gangster
I'm a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that
Hey
Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
ini kamoze - i call shots
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'KNOW!
[Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!
Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations)
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
[Kurupt]
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..
Chorus
[Kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or more
of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
He got some Gortex or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
to bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya
Chorus
[Roscoe]
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle
is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!
[Kurupt]
I call, I call shots round here
ini kamoze - sometimes
[Noreaga and Maze]
Yeah, break half the Dutch off
Yeah this for them niggaz, can't be here
Pour out half of that shit
Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga!
Just missin them summer jams
Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es
Brooklyn Queens things and shit
You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that
Niggaz I miss that can't be here with us thuggin it out
Thinkin about them good ol days and times
Word up, this is for them, spit that shit
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack
Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that
So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap
My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet
Yo it really don't matter just be zoned on the same set
Me and Traz kick it, on the here and there
Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd
Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb
Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun
and said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad
He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad
Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug
and I love him yo, so I'ma spread that love
Chorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
[Maze]
I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not here
Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who would know one day you'd go so quick, we all felt hopeless
Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this
A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths
with my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends
K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me
since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory
I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin it thorough for my past heroes
I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you
Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, it's like I feel a hush
over the skies touched by dead guys speakin
Chorus
[Noreaga]
Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marley
and, Tupac, yo twin in my Pacs
They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus
my nigga Rahiem, from God Crew
You know I pour out beer for Fernando too
And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game
But y'all niggaz ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click
But y'all niggaz not here no more, it ain't fair no more
Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin in the pain
Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?
Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad
I know he probably didn't realize, what he had
Chorus 2X
Sometimes nigga, sometimes
Feelin broke
Got a little cream
You know I ain't gonna front
My niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shit
Word, about the people we talkin about
Hittin each other in the heart
That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here
You know we still pour beer
And it's all dedicated for y'all
The shit is all dedicated for y'all
ini kamoze - wings with me
I love I love that girl I see
Do you wanna wings with me, come in
I'm not thinking carnally
Judge I not by scrutiny
Your heart and soul I want in my controle
I'm not just a lovie-dove
I don't just want to fall in love
I stand in love, not ever on parole
Roots man penetrating (repeat) feel
Roots man love possessing (repeat) feel
I love I love that girl I see
Do you wanna wings with me, come in
Can you handle the reasoning
Do you wanna a little more seasoning
I hope you'll find that I'm not the joking kind
If you thingk I'm not a thrill
Everything is cool still
Cause now you know my level -
I'll never cause love trouble
Roots man penetrating (repeat) feel
Roots man love possessing (repeat) feel
I love I love that girl I see
Do you wanna wings with me, come in
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