A little hip hop that always gets me thinking...

[gravity]

visualizing the realism of life and actuality

fuck who's the badest a person's status depends on salary

and my mentality is money oriented

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

cuz yeah we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

but something must of got in us

cuz all of turned into sinners

now some rest in the peace

and some are sitting in San Quentin

over such as myself for trying to carry on tradition

keeping this wealth of essence street ghetto wessons inside us

cuz it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

even though we know some how we all gotta go

but as long as we leaving thieving

we'll be leaving with some kinda doe so

and through that day we expire and turn to vapors

me and my capers or be some where stacking plenty papers

keeping it real packing steel getting high

cuz life's a bitch and then you die

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we get high

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we puff lye

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we get high

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we puff lye

Verse Two: Nas

I woke up early on my born day

I'm twenty years of blessing the essence of adolescent

leaves my body now I'm freshing

my phyisical frame is celebrated cuz I made it

recorded through life some godly like thing created

got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

load up the mic and bust one

cuss while I puffs from

my skull cuz it's pain in my brainvein money maintain

don't go against the grain simple and plain

when I was young at this I used to do my thing hard

dropping foreigners take their wallets their jewels

and rip their greencards

dip to the projects flashing my quick cash

and got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash

now it's all about cash in abundance

niggas I used to run with is

rich or doing years in the hundreds

I switched my motto instead of saying fuck tommorrow

that buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

once I stood on the block lose cracks produce stacks

I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back

time is illmatic keep static like wool fabric

pack a four matic that crack your whole cavity

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we get high

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we puff lye

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we get high

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die

that's why we puff lye

cuz you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."

[xxlea]

OH man! flashbacks to high school. Going to go home and look for that CD, the only CD I like from him.

Now I have to go and buy a dutch.

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People come into your life for reasons not yet known, keep your mind, heart and soul open.

AIM: Xxlea77

[gravity]

Illmatic was like our textbook in highschool...a bunch of thugged out white boys that knew every word on that fucking album. So funny thinking back to those days...but that album was and still is the shit when it comes to raw hip hop.

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."

[xxlea]

So true, can't forget MOBB DEEP either.

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People come into your life for reasons not yet known, keep your mind, heart and soul open.

AIM: Xxlea77

[gravity]

Originally posted by xxlea:

So true, can't forget MOBB DEEP either.

P was in my 8th grade gym class...taught him everything he knows.

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."

[kyours]

Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on

what.

C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated

knowhatI'msayin'?

Noreaga:

Yo Pone I know you left and goin up creek soon

You know my address God write me letters keep me in tune

I still remember when we first met

Yo it was up north I had the Iraq flag your comrad

With do bad yo Arab damn dun how you get caught?

Sometimes I look back and think that the shit is my fault

Cause it was me God body had to dead that pork

I went after him and clapped him up after we faught

Then the beef got deeper than what the clique thought

Peep the bucket head leather walley head thoroughbred

Doin' this with two shorties sleepin' in the same bed

So what up Pone nigga I can't zone

Without you think about you

Up at night without my airlight

Shine like broad day light to pay price

Hook:

So if ya heart stop beatin' I'll go back in time

Make your heart beat again real niggas till the end

We try to succeed nigga smoke weed

Contemplated dedicated

To real niggas that could relate it (x2)

(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it loud yo

(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it proud yo (x2)

Noreaga:

Peep the second part ya'll

You like the brain I'm like the heart

Yo from day one start you on walley clark

Inside the park I told you Q.B.L.F.C. combine heavenly

We formulateed this escalate just like a heavy key

Enough niggas slam down summers and winters bust a full court press

Our defence apply the best

Rock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chest

Yo they bag Palm, L.Murder everybody

Doe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and Montey

Lebannon, Little Worm dun, Little Jamal yo remain calm

I know you blood dun but we can warm

Yo collide God niggas here tie hard like bye God

Plus release now my clique form like the teeth now

Kill beef now make you dead like sea snail

We Averex down to our fuckin' feet

Now jakes snatch my nigga Frank up off the streets

Now Votos Locos my niggas loco for dolos

Light trees up yo in the future fuck with these up

You keep my tees up I K-Tone always squeeze up

talking:

This goes out to all my niggas locked up right now

Hook

Noreaga:

Yo for all my people locked up I got rock chopped up

Hold the block up until you pop up

The banks stopped up

talking:

I don't want no more to drink man.

Noreaga:

Yo I was raised around planets and stars

Jail bars my vernacular repotoire

Lust double cars

Why it seems like everyone still ends up in Green Right

By all means right you get lock it really seem like

Some get hit turn blood and some quit

Yo guerilla vice grip

Latin Kings ice pick

God's reppin' with muslums keep Islam safe

What's your fate yo?

What do you believe what do you know?

Slow it down so reap what you sew

Hook

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"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........

tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!!

[kyours]

[Nas]

One 44, two 45's

3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives

500 Benz, 6 reasons why

This kid should die

We shootin every motherfucker outside

Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand

At the same time everybody ran

There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd

Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground

Blood on the floor

Then we shot some more

Niggas he was with

2 niggas hit, one nigga fell

One tryed to run, go get him son

Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail

Must handle beef, code of the street

Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around

Real niggas do real things

By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes......

Chorus (3X)

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..

(whispering)

Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

[Nas]

Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet

6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way

To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house

Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out

Ringin the bell, where in the hell

Could they be at, I'm about to leave

Steppin' slow, where my truck was at

Who the fuck is that?

Could it be a jack?

Now pull my strap, it's my man

And we have the same plan

There them bitches go

Civic '94, looking funny though

Open up the car door, funny smile

Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy

"Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?"

Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes

Ran through them hoes

Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like

Can't find my man, heard a blam blam

Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"

He killed the hoes, took all they doe

Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky

Comin down the stairs

Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine

Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time

my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering

"Put your gun down, we can skip town"

Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat

Lift off his chain

Took his shit, emptied out close range...

Chorus (4X)

(3rd time there is no whispering of:

"kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)

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"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........

tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!!

[melichacha]

Tight new song:

"Gravel Pit" by Wu-Tang Clan

Check it out... it's pretty hot!!

- Meli -

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"MeliChaCha -- Saving the world before bedtime... wait... I'm supposed to SLEEP?!"

"Life moves pretty fast -- if you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you might miss it." - The incomparable Ferris Bueller

"I've been consumed by the quicksand of randomness..." -- Me

"It comes and goes... the trick is to figure out how to get it to come more." - Randy James, Choreographer (speaking about focus... what were YOU thinking??)

AIM: MeliChaCha

[kyours]

Originally posted by melichacha:

Tight new song:

"Gravel Pit" by Wu-Tang Clan

Check it out... it's pretty hot!!

- Meli -

I LOVE WUTANG BUT MOST OF THE SONGS THAT THEY ARE PUTTING OUT NOW ARE A BIG DISSAPOINTMENT NOTHING BEATS THEYR FIRST ALBUM AND ALL THEIR SOLO ALBUMS BUT AFTER THAT ALL THEYRE ALBUMS HAVE BEEN WACK!

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"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........

tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!!

[gravity]

Yo what what, yo

Exotic type shit

Ninety-four, we must go to war fast

With the pen and the pad

God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders

Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid

Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all

Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid

Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make

moves and slide like greese

What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front

I'm slammin you like the Lex

So now I'm out in the ninety-five

Rockin that real nigga don't die

Guess down

Drawers Kani!

But yo I'm makin a pit stop

Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo

Whattup Hobbes?

Yo, remember that kid that we vicked

He made a half of mil for real

He brought about fo' bricks

Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport

TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT

Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed

And meet me at the bitch lab

So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit

Couldn't even rest, I need the vic

And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some

Keys roll self, call up Son

I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit

A fake nigga faked and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it

Yo niggaz done did it

Rock your vest

Keep your whip tinted

So now we see him up in BoJangles

Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles

Diamonds, what, all up in his face

With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates

Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him

Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga

DO HIM!

So now I'm lampin in my man's Land

Streets is hot like sand

Jesus rollin in my right hand

Yup, you know the steezo black

Got to go down like that

Shallah

Cigars

AND BALL HATS

Outro:

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?

You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell

(repeat 2X)

So it's your life

*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*

What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers

Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo

Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all

That's how it goes

Whatever

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?

You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell

31st chamber y'all

So it's your life

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash

(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)

They haven't yet sold their weight

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin

(You don't believe...)

Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah

A little hundred dollars and that make you a man

KnowhatI'msayin?

You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up

Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short

Come so fast

With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby

Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust

Return to the casket

That ass is out Son, word up

Word up, get evaporated, straight up

Word up

Lose all your strength nigga

Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason

Heartbroken, we soakin wet though

Keepin it real for my peopls

Yeah, yo

And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby

Because you're in my arms nigga, word up

I never let you go baby

YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up

For real

Keep shinin

Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz

Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system

The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four

Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby

Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now

YaknowhatI'msayin?

Word up, Big Booth represent the Q

Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float

GZA, word up, Master Killer

The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck

Dirty Bastard

U-God, word up baby

Keep it real Son

Keep packin them guns

Word up

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."

[kyours]

Originally posted by gravity:

Yo what what, yo

Exotic type shit

Ninety-four, we must go to war fast

With the pen and the pad

God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders

Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid

Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all

Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid

Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make

moves and slide like greese

What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front

I'm slammin you like the Lex

So now I'm out in the ninety-five

Rockin that real nigga don't die

Guess down

Drawers Kani!

But yo I'm makin a pit stop

Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo

Whattup Hobbes?

Yo, remember that kid that we vicked

He made a half of mil for real

He brought about fo' bricks

Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport

TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT

Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed

And meet me at the bitch lab

So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit

Couldn't even rest, I need the vic

And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some

Keys roll self, call up Son

I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit

A fake nigga faked and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it

Yo niggaz done did it

Rock your vest

Keep your whip tinted

So now we see him up in BoJangles

Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles

Diamonds, what, all up in his face

With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates

Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him

Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga

DO HIM!

So now I'm lampin in my man's Land

Streets is hot like sand

Jesus rollin in my right hand

Yup, you know the steezo black

Got to go down like that

Shallah

Cigars

AND BALL HATS

Outro:

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?

You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell

(repeat 2X)

So it's your life

*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*

What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers

Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo

Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all

That's how it goes

Whatever

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?

You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell

31st chamber y'all

So it's your life

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash

(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)

They haven't yet sold their weight

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)

Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin

(You don't believe...)

Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah

A little hundred dollars and that make you a man

KnowhatI'msayin?

You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up

Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short

Come so fast

With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby

Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust

Return to the casket

That ass is out Son, word up

Word up, get evaporated, straight up

Word up

Lose all your strength nigga

Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason

Heartbroken, we soakin wet though

Keepin it real for my peopls

Yeah, yo

And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby

Because you're in my arms nigga, word up

I never let you go baby

YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up

For real

Keep shinin

Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz

Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system

The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four

Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby

Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now

YaknowhatI'msayin?

Word up, Big Booth represent the Q

Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float

GZA, word up, Master Killer

The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck

Dirty Bastard

U-God, word up baby

Keep it real Son

Keep packin them guns

Word up

THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

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"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........

tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!!

[kitty19]

always nice to see some of the ill hip hop shit...

i give the most props, however, to Gangstarr--DJ Premier.. his beats! through the years, he's definitely pulled some fine quality shit outta his ass.

gangstarr has got to be the sure shot!

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*kitty19*

*turn it around baby*

[kyours]

bump

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"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........

tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!!

[gravity]

Originally posted by kitty19:

always nice to see some of the ill hip hop shit...

i give the most props, however, to Gangstarr--DJ Premier.. his beats! through the years, he's definitely pulled some fine quality shit outta his ass.

gangstarr has got to be the sure shot!

No doubt the phattest Gangstarr track IMO is:

Stick up kids is out to tax (2x)

And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps

But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept

'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright

And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might

Wanna do a dance or two

'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew

No matter is you or your brother's a star

He could pop you in check without a getaway car

And some might say that he's a dummy

But sticking you and taking all of your money

It's a daily operation

He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station

Mad brothers know his name

So he thinks he got a little fame

From the stick-up game

And while we're blaming society

He's at a party with his man

They got their eye on the gold chain

That the next man's wearing

It looks big but they ain't staring

Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother

They'll be long gone before the kid recovers

And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck

Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep

Ten brothers in a circle

Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you"

If you don't run out your dues and pay

Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day

See, they were on the attack

And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?

Make it fast so we can be on our way

Kick in the rings and everything, ok?"

The kid was nervous and flinching

And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin

Closer and closer, put the gun to his head

Shorty was down to catch a body instead

Money was scared so he panicked

Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic

But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped

It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep

The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger

Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure

He's near the peak of his crazy career

His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear

But as we know, the things we do come back

And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract

'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so

He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows

Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst

His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it

You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset

Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."

[gravity]

This next track is not as classic as some of their other shit...but when they performed it at Westbury Music Fair (mid 90s) right before they broke up for a few years...they killed the place like a muthafucka:

Artist: EPMD f/ K-Solo, Redman

Album: Business Never Personal

Song: Head Banger

Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!

(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

[Hit Squad] The head banger

Parrish Smith gettin wreck

[Hit Squad] The head banger

Verse One: Parrish Smith

Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks

as I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots

of the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strap

Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)

Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James

To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)

Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts

Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart

Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?

Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz

I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete

So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP

from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET

The Bozack, I rip up flows that

make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT

Hardcore no R&B singer

Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

Erick Sermon break it down

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse Two: Erick Sermon

SURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin

But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin

A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil

You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBEL

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk

Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt

I got the power, to ramshack a stadium

WUBBA WUBBA, even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)

Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior

EPMD, YO, is in this to win this

A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS

No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully

You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody

YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus

Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers

Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin my steel

Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal

As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER

Cause I could be a head banger

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

K-Solo!!!

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse Three: K-Solo

I'm the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)

My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger DIGITAL

My gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get mad

and pissed cause I can make him my TARGET

Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic

Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)

So back up off me, here's a clip

For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME

I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box

I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield

More rhymes than music's, my solution

Subscribers of my style here's a contribution

Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin MC's like cars

and drivin MC's away

Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave em EMPTY

Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck

To come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOW

Back on the scene is the incredible one man team

When I get mad I turn GREEN

The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later

And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

Redman get down!

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse Four: Redman

SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up

I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT

Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me

A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI

My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant

shit that I kick backflips any four bitch (yeah)

Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH

to an incredible nigga with a *nickle* nine on the hip

I always got played by a honeyDIP

But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH

And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)

I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum

Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore

Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK

Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet

And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your

ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figure

Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK

Yes the Redman that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy

Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy

Lullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABY

The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school

and still holdin my jewels!

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

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"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't

fly."