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Daz "Devil" from MCG'z
Please believe what Daz say/
in 97 had yaw geeked off Last Dayz/
in 93 ..... killin my enemy/
I had my nigga bangin honey, blessin henessey/
Killenium and now you niggas don't remember me/
Aint that a damn shame/
You turned your back on tha fathers of this MIDWEST GANGSTA rap/
When Dollaz and Cents, it put you in tha game/
AND YOU NIGGAS IS LAME!/
Yaw rap cat's is dookie to me/
half of yaw snappin couldn't fuck with Nookie "G"/
tha other half need to stick to producin tha beats/
or retire from tha game, go and (shoot?) in tha street/ (WANT BEEF?!)
Keep it real, go and K-Y-S/
until you muh fuckaz go and K my chest/
I'ma say my best/
about this MIDWEST GANGSTA shit/
A pioneer is tha motha fuckin thanks I get?/
If you snatchin up my catch phrase/
that'll shorten up ya rap days/
I'll leave you dead when tha Mak blaze/
you motha fuckaz don't get it yet/
you aint fuckin with tha triple threat/
niggas that'll clap K'z/
you niggas fuckin up tha market/
becuz you garbage/
you niggas might as well charge it/
you too (?????)gic/
foo, Garys hardest, from tha projects to tha streets with tha heat, (???) where it's dark at/
Lyin like my city neva heard of yaw/
that's tha quickest way to get murdered dawg/
I'ma Midwest G.angsta I.sland representa/
Daz close curtains dawg!/
I got 10 years under my belt/
Now who's tha underground rap king/
you need to go on with them rap dreams/
or get a brand new rap scheme/
Cuz we tha niggas holdin it down 4 Murder Cappin/
Chorus:
Tha Murda Cap be true Pioneers/
Been puttin it down fo' tha city of G.I. for years/
wanna know why we here/
to take our crown back/
cuz it's alotta clown cats/
claimin they started this shit/
but they done started some shit!/
First Verse:
I told you b4, where I'm from bitch it's durty/
an up North trip, can get ya killed, execution, no mercy/
slangin got them blows/
bangin huff and voges/
niggas wanna roll/
bitches buy us clothes/
these niggas is paranoid/
now that I got my function/
surveillance by 6-1's/
Thieves, Mob Axshin laungin/
flatline.... (have this?) S.O.S/
4 glocks, no holsters/ Chicago motha fuckaz... THA CITY OF GANGSTA NOSTRA!
Chorus...
Second verse:
I'll hunt ya down like jason/
on ya block paper chasin/
over 25, million to life I'm facin/
convicted felon, tellin shorty's this shit ain't right/
life is rough, baggin up to handcuffs my whole life/
this is how it is, when you live with tha have nots/
when I'm in tha crib, mama's fridge got tha pad lock/
tha dad baggin rocks/
many days, my pockets bled/
mama begged, "now I'm tha one my son depends on to get fed"/
BLOCK SOUL, flippin O's/
ain't seen no profit/
costa livin, dodgin prison/
got me comin out my pocket/
startin ova/
ghetto streets moldin me to a souljah/
just like it's suppose ta..... CITY OF GANGSTA NOSTRA!
Chorus
Third Verse:
too lazy to type lol. Listen for yourself
CHICAGO, THA CITY OF GANGSTA NOSTRA, WHAT SIDE YOU IS??
I got my back on da wall like a hustla smokin like a muffla waitin for da customas i got dat dat wait dat been pushed up state for fiends cant wait for enemys hate for for me to make dat cake or drive through da state for PHX AZ what i came for rock my chain for hooked up wit game for headded to da ______ shotgun in da range for i can make change more and my shit been more bitches screamin my name when i open dem range doors ________________ so tell dem niggas ta picture me rollin
Now pussy playa haters say that I'm too raw with it but y'all thinking cause I be talking shit them hoes say that ****** cold as hell Fuck what the punks are talking 'bout I wanna get up with that big balling bitch cause ******s feeling what I'm on as well Blunts got my mind in the zone, the one that's rocking fresh pelle pelle she took a shine on his 'bone somebody beating up the block on fresh rider rims if its me hell you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone, hoe thinkin' I'm in love with her cause she took me shopping and trying on cologne so I left her on the line with the tone, got up with this other bitch bought my weed cause she firin' up her own So hurry up with the philly bitch, I'm really sick off of some illest shit here goes a rusty razor blade but still it split and fill it with that killer shit so I can really trip, its like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips And mac-10's, I lit the B from the back end straight to the chest and it got me sprung My lungs started collapsing, shit ****** what's happening? the cess got me tripping off the drums and guns ready for action Let it swing or either up a things try to be tough to bang and scuff and hang suffer pain left damaged than you a bogus motherfucker man just to be standing bang I'm too strange for for motherfuckers to compete with I'm on some infrared heat shit with a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit, well if its a freak bitch she can suck a sweet dick 'till she's seasick Blocking ******s off like an eclipse when smoking with devils put your hands together like you know the host Cause ain't no ****** that can resist the words from the twist leaving ******s comatose from my overdose
Chorus:
I don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it we overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees and snatching fe's now that I'm up in the game I don't put the fuel on it, take a pull on it we overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees ******s rolling me B's just so they can hang
Verse 2:
Can you figure out the cause and effect? ******s coming on your set thugs coming out their draws with a tec victim bleeding from the neck shirts is getting wet shorties yelling threats looking for the one who called for the deck Now their airing out the hall in the spot, hitting stomachs leaving ******s pinched up bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from the glock searching for the one who called in the shots, hypes calling for rocks Going all in the socks of the recently deceased from what released from the chrome piece to the dome piece Visions in my mind being increased by enemies wit some beef but when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snapping hard enough to make a ****** try to check his own chief violate him but can't annhialate him [ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ]
Picking up his own teeth and its on with the microphone deep simulate him when pencils penetrate him Nerves still jumpin' cause adrenaline pumping is a motherfucker hit them with the steel bloodsuckers murder by ? if as making sure every one of you hoe stud suckers And I bullshit you not if it was full clips 2 glocks you would still die or you'll get too hot cause when my fuel kicks you'll drop Hypes tricking on you tell me where he at bitch and you'll get 2 rocks (okay) cause when my tool click you pop Killers have ******s start shit I'm hazardous making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath Yet disaterous, smoking on half and hash fuck up its cancerous best ass in this bitch and I master this Its hard to believe I'm busting like an 8 ball cause I'm in the zone twenty two and cold shit up the sleeve its hard to stay calm I'm thinking about the bitches that I'm fina bone Hitting my enemies and competion with leaf I roll that I'm damaging flow that can and will leave thick ladies franicking people in the industry panicking I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling now its possible that motherfuckers could start vanishing Fuck the anacin I be toking plenty and (?) for stress and flowing over notes Them studs thinkin they can get close I know I got you tripping over what a ****** said off a overdose
Chorus
C'mon and toke on a dub with me I love cities with parties that full of bitches that let me rub titties Be able to pack a slug with me In case we get in some static and gotta start leaking blood from stud skinnies so don't ask if its the bud in me because for some reason I be smoking some weed and get too wicked and raw It could be nickel or sawed-off the weed choking me the potency will have me rocking mics and giving your bitch dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law you're looking in awe took what you saw Get the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer then got to biting and formulating some shit you called your own but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw to put it simple you ain't cold enough tripping out like you can't control the stuff lacking rhythm like you known to bust in a different zone from us you ******s need to sit the fuck down get a swisher and roll us up If you think I'm speaking too bold, what's up? I ain't even on no hoe shit Twista's mob is so thick I'm the type of ****** you should wanna get up close to and take a smoke with If its static then check your clique, my mind's so sick I be tweaking when speakin' and releasing energy to show I know the ropes Cause when it comes to this rap shit ******s will choke 'till I'm ghost while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose try to put me to the test gimme some budda blessed I'll show you who the best release a vocal trilogy...
Tha summa was 1987, I was king of graff/ Wild 100'z, 119th Tha Ave/ I had tha South locked cleverly, I was stocked heavily/ shoe polish, white lines, hello my name is thick as my game was slicka/ didnt need a black book/ I could lay out a piece off a memory/ a half hour flat like it was 10 of me/ and still have time to flip my enemys names upside down/ if you was toyed, then i was penalty/ ................... i was addicted, but everytime i'd stopped those flames requindled/ becuz tha fame'z wat i was mainly in 4/ one day my nigga'z gave me info/ i was number 1 on tha vandilsm'z guest list n cop'z is restless/ that'z when tha phone rang,(riiiiiiinnnngg) it was 5-0 son/ wrong numba, Shit, it'z about ta be a long summa............
House:
(Damn, 5-0, shit gotta think fast. GOtta get tha fuck outta here "You gonna answer tha fuckin phone or what"? Naw don't touch that shit, it'z built like dat, fuck it.)
Tha name i made in tha streetz is now a name to strong to mention/ i was drawin tha right shit but now im drawing tha wrong attention/ it seem'z my graffiti most flaunted made me CPD'z most wanted/ I'm ghost wanted in particular by this plain close cop named Irgown/ and right as tha nigga'z he play goin/ last year he caught one of my peep'z and pushed him off tha L platform in front of a train and now his leg'z gone/ and i already got two strikes for tha same shit/ here's a felony, that'll make my motha's brain flip/ in tha judges eyes, ima youth of trouble'd calibur/ fuck community service, i'd do a couple calendar'z/ i aint built for that, i aint got that kinda frame God/ my brains scared, visionin that time behind insane bar'z/ cage memba where it'z trife/ shit i wish this fool called (rrriiiinnnggg) wattup Va! Meet me at tha Pool Hall..........
Pool Hall:
(Yo pull ya shot nigga, "I got yellow on tha Corner. Wassup wit this taggin bullshit?" I'm sayin man, i aint sweatin that shit though, they aint gonna catch me alive. "Yo you aint makin no money off that punk shit." It aint about tha dough man, its about Hip Hop yo, its Hip Hop. "Dude u lookin like shit, with paint chips all ova ya fuckin leg'z" It'z aite though, I'm too cleva, they'll neva get me....)
Caught tha after math, while creepin home, it grabz my mind/ i'm facin 10 yrz of math combined/ and garuanteed to serve half tha time/ that'z 5 yearz to many for a supposedily graff design path of crime/ i need to lay low, and what would do me some good'z, a couple of day'z of street separation/ i'm sufferin from sleep deprivation/ incarcerated nightmare'z got me wakin up sweatin in deep perspiration/ /i lit up a bag of boon/ that'z when it hit me, starin as tha cloud shaped weed smoke, in tha air i saw loomed/ i'ma do tha illest piece, then close every window in tha room til im consumed by tha airesal fumes/ maybe jail got me suicidal , or maybe this'll make me an underground legend, a sewer idol/ no regretz n no sayin goodbye,shit i'd ratha be this way/ this was tha sweetest way...to die, die, die
Feat. Nas, T-Boz
[Nas]
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost
I was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping
Oh shit, this little ****s thugging
I mean, I was thirteen
I was no singer, knot on my face
But no chose another time and a place
That I would revenge my last fight cuz the same shit
Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night
Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting
Hit 'em, slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife
My product give another ****a advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?
How many *****s do you know get two
Besides a ****a who snitch to skip a life-bid
Be one in your crew
I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple
Folks, take care of your brothers, *****s do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It not your enemy you get you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
[T-Boz]
Mass confusion, in my head
Killing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
Cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us
[Scarface]
I know you hate me, don't you
I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came
You probably rather see me die in the game
You probably rather see me die in a plane
Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough
I get my money shit changed
And *****s start looking at me different than this
I'm down to play the real ****** shit to get with a bitch
But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this
You going good is what you come up against
****a you get what you get
So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence
But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench
I'ma starter while you riding the bench
You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints
Something to go by, to let these ******s know I
Don't believe in letting shit slid, ****** gonna die
Best friends since high school seniors
The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us
[T-Boz]
Mass confusion, in my head
Killing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I’m hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us
This Ones for those on the dead end street
hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
the next second you can star of the funeral
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
We was Pirex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
Quick snappers the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a tru hustla
cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I aint tryina brag but
fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
when hurricanes would Come id run next door
to my homies house his name is huet hodges
we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck
cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
and in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
Im not sure exaclty what my religion is
I just know I thank god for my little kids
this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
then they arrest us after we done make it big
they take our money our cars and our houses
now tell me whos really sellin the ounces
and any cash that we might have hidden
goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
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