LYRICS
作词 : Carl William Smith/Robert Diggs/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/Dee Oliver
作曲 : Carl William Smith/Robert Diggs/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/Dee Oliver
What you doin' on our turf punk
Got a message for Smokey
Give it
You Smokey man
Give it
If you ain't Smokey it ain't yo' mother****ing message
B***h I said gimme the message
It's from Willie in the slam
B***h you been busted
Yeah the man picked me up
Well I ain't got no ****ing time to play witchu
Now gimme the message
Willie's in Warwick doin' 1-3 Told me to tell y'all niggas to
Keep cool He be out one way or another
Quick Maybe I could stick
Around for awhile
Naw that's out man You know What can we
The Lords do with a punk like
You
Kiss my ass, ****er (Burn 'em) Just me and you, ****er, just
Me and you I put trademarks around your ****ing eye
(Portrayin' won't be payin' Uh huh Uh huh)
Yeah no doubt no doubt this Wally champ cat
Yeah it's on this one
Yo Gambino shit who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers give 'em theirs
Raekwon
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin'
Raekwon
Many raps they crochetin'
Ay yo Iron these niggas portrayin'
But haven't been payin'
For real slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style usually tough grenade
Throw a blade **** gettin' laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-d**k Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin' but the wildest foulest
Come on now long-d**k style
Niggas on the hit out ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this century kid just meant to be
Get on your knees and
Bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P M
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valow on
They come to me and understand just let me get mines first
Then after I
Get mines y'all can do what y'all wanna do **** 'em up bad
Ghostface
'Sho 'nuff hit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade swallow raw eggs read the label
Hittin' white-label left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin' walked in my earth started kneelin'
Started stealin' I'm too ill see we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up mack max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call I'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap **** benadryl
The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor smacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls we whylin'
Sit back jollyin' Uh huh Uh huh
Uh huh Uh huh Sit back jollyin'
Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh
Sit back
Cappadonna
Deep meditation sound orientated war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna never caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin' Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic **** one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall General Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive I keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bow all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin' I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin' ****ing rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize all competition catch ill hair
Chance him that's what they said threw up a ransom
I jacked it stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards
The way I the way I wanna get 'em I want 'em gotten
I want 'em layin'
Out I want 'em gotten 'Cause niggas need to be gotten
He need to be
Taken off of here That's right