gravity Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 visualizing the realism of life and actualityfuck who's the badest a person's status depends on salaryand my mentality is money orientedI'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made itcuz yeah we were beginners in the hood as five percentersbut something must of got in uscuz all of turned into sinnersnow some rest in the peaceand some are sitting in San Quentinover such as myself for trying to carry on traditionkeeping this wealth of essence street ghetto wessons inside uscuz it provides us with the proper insight to guide useven though we know some how we all gotta go but as long as we leaving thievingwe'll be leaving with some kinda doe soand through that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers or be some where stacking plenty paperskeeping it real packing steel getting highcuz life's a bitch and then you dielife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we get high cuz you never know when you're gonna golife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we puff lyecuz you never know when you're gonna go life's a bitch and then you diethat's why we get highcuz you never know when you're gonna golife's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lyeVerse Two: NasI woke up early on my born dayI'm twenty years of blessing the essence of adolescentleaves my body now I'm freshingmy phyisical frame is celebrated cuz I made itrecorded through life some godly like thing createdgot rhymes 365 days annual plus someload up the mic and bust onecuss while I puffs frommy skull cuz it's pain in my brainvein money maintain don't go against the grain simple and plainwhen I was young at this I used to do my thing harddropping foreigners take their wallets their jewels and rip their greencardsdip to the projects flashing my quick cashand got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hashnow it's all about cash in abundanceniggas I used to run with isrich or doing years in the hundredsI switched my motto instead of saying fuck tommorrowthat buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lottoonce I stood on the block lose cracks produce stacksI cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot backtime is illmatic keep static like wool fabricpack a four matic that crack your whole cavitylife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we get highcuz you never know when you're gonna golife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we puff lyecuz you never know when you're gonna golife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we get highcuz you never know when you're gonna goLife's a bitch and then you diethat's why we puff lyecuz you never know when you're gonna goLife's a bitch and then you die ------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xxlea Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 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.------------------People come into your life for reasons not yet known, keep your mind, heart and soul open.AIM: Xxlea77 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gravity Posted January 30 Author Report Share Posted January 30 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.------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xxlea Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 So true, can't forget MOBB DEEP either.------------------People come into your life for reasons not yet known, keep your mind, heart and soul open.AIM: Xxlea77 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gravity Posted January 30 Author Report Share Posted January 30 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.------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyours Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live onwhat.C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. DedicatedknowhatI'msayin'?Noreaga:Yo Pone I know you left and goin up creek soonYou know my address God write me letters keep me in tuneI still remember when we first metYo it was up north I had the Iraq flag your comradWith do bad yo Arab damn dun how you get caught?Sometimes I look back and think that the shit is my faultCause it was me God body had to dead that porkI went after him and clapped him up after we faughtThen the beef got deeper than what the clique thoughtPeep the bucket head leather walley head thoroughbredDoin' this with two shorties sleepin' in the same bedSo what up Pone nigga I can't zoneWithout you think about youUp at night without my airlightShine like broad day light to pay priceHook:So if ya heart stop beatin' I'll go back in timeMake your heart beat again real niggas till the endWe try to succeed nigga smoke weedContemplated dedicatedTo 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'llYou like the brain I'm like the heartYo from day one start you on walley clarkInside the park I told you Q.B.L.F.C. combine heavenlyWe formulateed this escalate just like a heavy keyEnough niggas slam down summers and winters bust a full court pressOur defence apply the bestRock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chestYo they bag Palm, L.Murder everybodyDoe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and MonteyLebannon, Little Worm dun, Little Jamal yo remain calmI know you blood dun but we can warmYo collide God niggas here tie hard like bye GodPlus release now my clique form like the teeth nowKill beef now make you dead like sea snailWe Averex down to our fuckin' feetNow jakes snatch my nigga Frank up off the streetsNow Votos Locos my niggas loco for dolosLight trees up yo in the future fuck with these upYou keep my tees up I K-Tone always squeeze uptalking:This goes out to all my niggas locked up right nowHookNoreaga:Yo for all my people locked up I got rock chopped upHold the block up until you pop upThe banks stopped uptalking:I don't want no more to drink man.Noreaga:Yo I was raised around planets and starsJail bars my vernacular repotoireLust double carsWhy it seems like everyone still ends up in Green RightBy all means right you get lock it really seem likeSome get hit turn blood and some quitYo guerilla vice gripLatin Kings ice pickGod's reppin' with muslums keep Islam safeWhat's your fate yo?What do you believe what do you know?Slow it down so reap what you sewHook------------------"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyours Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 [Nas] One 44, two 45's3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should dieWe shootin every motherfucker outsidePulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our handAt the same time everybody ranThere that nigga go, hiding in the crowdLet the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the groundBlood on the floorThen we shot some more Niggas he was with2 niggas hit, one nigga fellOne tryed to run, go get him son Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jailMust handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck aroundReal niggas do real thingsBy 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 Chevrolet6 tinted windows, and I'm on my wayTo get up with my hoes, I pull up to they houseNot a freak to be heard, nobody came outRingin the bell, where in the hellCould they be at, I'm about to leaveSteppin' slow, where my truck was atWho the fuck is that?Could it be a jack?Now pull my strap, it's my manAnd we have the same planThere them bitches goCivic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smileFuck 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 likeCan't find my man, heard a blam blamNow I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"He killed the hoes, took all they doeFire in his eyes, higher than the skyComin down the stairsNow he wantin mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same timemy 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 meatLift off his chainTook his shit, emptied out close range...Chorus (4X)(3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)------------------"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
melichacha Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 Tight new song:"Gravel Pit" by Wu-Tang ClanCheck it out... it's pretty hot!! - Meli - ------------------ "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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyours Posted January 30 Report Share Posted January 30 Originally posted by melichacha:Tight new song:"Gravel Pit" by Wu-Tang ClanCheck 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! ------------------"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gravity Posted January 30 Author Report Share Posted January 30 Yo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on PathfindersWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'allLyrics: Raekwon, GhostfaceYo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI'm slammin you like the LexSo now I'm out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don't die Guess downDrawers Kani!But yo I'm makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup Hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo' bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORTGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the bitch labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldn't even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need someKeys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I'm with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in BoJanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM!So now I'm lampin in my man's LandStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallahCigarsAND BALL HATSOutro:Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yoWhat 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 strangersYeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yoMoney clothes, designer hoes and shows y'allThat's how it goesWhateverWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell?You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell31st chamber y'allSo 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 AllahA little hundred dollars and that make you a manKnowhatI'msayin?You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word upNiggaz don't understand how life can be so shortCome so fastWith the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone babyStraight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dustReturn to the casketThat ass is out Son, word upWord up, get evaporated, straight upWord upLose all your strength niggaCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent JasonHeartbroken, we soakin wet thoughKeepin it real for my peoplsYeah, yoAnd my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here babyBecause you're in my arms nigga, word upI never let you go babyYouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word upFor realKeep shininReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggazBig Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer systemThe RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-fourWord up, RZA, he's my nigga babyYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys nowYaknowhatI'msayin?Word up, Big Booth represent the QKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on floatGZA, word up, Master KillerThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector DeckDirty BastardU-God, word up babyKeep it real SonKeep packin them gunsWord up------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyours Posted January 31 Report Share Posted January 31 Originally posted by gravity:Yo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on PathfindersWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'allLyrics: Raekwon, GhostfaceYo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI'm slammin you like the LexSo now I'm out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don't die Guess downDrawers Kani!But yo I'm makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup Hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo' bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORTGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the bitch labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldn't even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need someKeys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I'm with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in BoJanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM!So now I'm lampin in my man's LandStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallahCigarsAND BALL HATSOutro:Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yoWhat 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 strangersYeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yoMoney clothes, designer hoes and shows y'allThat's how it goesWhateverWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell?You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell31st chamber y'allSo 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 AllahA little hundred dollars and that make you a manKnowhatI'msayin?You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word upNiggaz don't understand how life can be so shortCome so fastWith the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone babyStraight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dustReturn to the casketThat ass is out Son, word upWord up, get evaporated, straight upWord upLose all your strength niggaCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent JasonHeartbroken, we soakin wet thoughKeepin it real for my peoplsYeah, yoAnd my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here babyBecause you're in my arms nigga, word upI never let you go babyYouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word upFor realKeep shininReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggazBig Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer systemThe RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-fourWord up, RZA, he's my nigga babyYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys nowYaknowhatI'msayin?Word up, Big Booth represent the QKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on floatGZA, word up, Master KillerThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector DeckDirty BastardU-God, word up babyKeep it real SonKeep packin them gunsWord upTHATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT------------------"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kitty19 Posted January 31 Report Share Posted January 31 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!------------------*kitty19**turn it around baby* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kyours Posted January 31 Report Share Posted January 31 bump------------------"IF YA HEART STOPS BEATING ILL GO BACK IN TIME MAKE YA HEART BEAT AGAIN REAL *IGGAS TILL DA END"...........tIzEdDy_RiZuXpIn<~~~~!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gravity Posted January 31 Author Report Share Posted January 31 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 goesBrothers are amused by others brother's repsBut the thing they know best is where the gun is kept'Cause in the night, you'll feel frightAnd at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just mightWanna do a dance or two'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crewNo matter is you or your brother's a starHe could pop you in check without a getaway carAnd some might say that he's a dummyBut sticking you and taking all of your moneyIt's a daily operationHe might be loose in the park or lurking at the train stationMad brothers know his nameSo he thinks he got a little fameFrom the stick-up gameAnd while we're blaming societyHe's at a party with his manThey got their eye on the gold chainThat the next man's wearingIt looks big but they ain't staringJust thinking of a way and when to get the brotherThey'll be long gone before the kid recoversAnd back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neckClaimin' respect, Just to get a repTen brothers in a circleHad the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you"If you don't run out your dues and payGive up the Rolex watch or you won't see another daySee, they were on the attackAnd one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?Make it fast so we can be on our wayKick in the rings and everything, ok?"The kid was nervous and flinchingAnd little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchinCloser and closer, put the gun to his headShorty was down to catch a body insteadMoney was scared so he panickedTook off his link and his rings and ran franticBut shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and steppedIt was nothing, he did it just to get a repThe rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger fingerRolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figureHe's near the peak of his crazy careerHis posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gearBut as we know, the things we do come backAnd Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, soHe pulls up in a jeep with tinted windowsToo late, Shorty was caught in the midstHis time ran out, his number came up, and that's itYou know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upsetSome brothers gotta go out just to get a rep------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gravity Posted January 31 Author Report Share Posted January 31 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, RedmanAlbum: Business Never PersonalSong: Head BangerTyped by: dj.flash@pobox.com[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?[Hit Squad] The head bangerParrish Smith gettin wreck[Hit Squad] The head bangerVerse One: Parrish SmithKa-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocksas I chill, and bust grills you take snapshotsof the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strapKid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse JamesTo hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb chartsBustin ass daily as I compose like MozartJust stand, say you're mad damn, why him?Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty BenzI'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleepI'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concreteSo get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIPfrom the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGETThe Bozack, I rip up flows thatmake an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THATHardcore no R&B singerRoll 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 SermonSURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workinBut sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpinA real Damian, Omen possessed by the devilYou dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBELChanged my style, so I can freak the funkYo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the bluntI got the power, to ramshack a stadiumWUBBA WUBBA, even Judy Brown the PalladiumYo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)Sometimes I curse but now, I show behaviorEPMD, YO, is in this to win thisA brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESSNo jokin, I'm gettin paid fullyYou wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam GoodyYO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckusTalk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckersWalk like an Egyptian, rough crackin my steelPlus I'm goin to court, make my own appealAs taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGERCause 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-SoloI'm the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh)My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger DIGITALMy gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get madand pissed cause I can make him my TARGETBraggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my micChoose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)So back up off me, here's a clipFor uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF MEI'm sure you know the deal that my nine can boxI knock punks out quick like Evander HolyfieldMore rhymes than music's, my solutionSubscribers of my style here's a contributionLet's say you want a shovel layer parkin MC's like carsand drivin MC's awayTanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt meI break the steering shift and leave em EMPTYCause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truckTo come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOWBack on the scene is the incredible one man teamWhen I get mad I turn GREENThe Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here laterAnd 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: RedmanSURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you upI take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUTBecause I can Jam like Teddy if you let meA Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCIMy style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevantshit that I kick backflips any four bitch (yeah)Deduct and I dip then I SWITCHto an incredible nigga with a *nickle* nine on the hipI always got played by a honeyDIPBut now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCHAnd swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dumRemember Redman, last album I was HardcoreNow I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACKCause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moetAnd what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is yourASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figureLike A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNKYes the Redman that's what they call meWicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsyLike AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazyLullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABYThe Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new schooland 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"------------------"The world is a better place because of those who refuse to believe they can't fly." 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