************************************************** Slang Editorial[Intro: Sample + Cappadonna] Well now You always seemed so brave before What happened to you, eh?' You lousy bastards, you smashed our homes And you killed 28 of our family' Eh huh, huh, huh ha, ha, ha Thats how I be likin' my mic You gotta know how to adjust that shit [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I came to the fork in the road and went straight Right out the crack vial to the Golden Gate See the silver spoon in my mouth? It had cake My rap birth date, debut song was ice bait Read it like a novel, Donald Cappa Goines Striving, my duns need dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton, Californs I come correct, twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the Great Sitting at the table where the Gambinos ate Building, Wu-Tang Clan concentrate Bounce on a track, Donna crack it like a safe [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer Bees got the best stee [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I drip through the faucet, I never lost it Where the party at? Give me the mic and I'ma toss it Head crack, talk back, verbal attack Sidetrack, you get japped with my lyric impact Snap out of that, Cappadonna seven sauna Thirty three piranha, chaos like Gowanus Projects is rated X, I flex and terminate Sex MCs is wet, so I'm the right source to vex Indo mic buff, wheelie on the mic When both hands are cuffed Whoever tried to make you fall off, call your dog off Peace to everyday mutts living with rut [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killa Beez got the best stee Killa Beez got it locked D, got it locked D True Mast on the key [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous I rock tracks like a necklace Poppy Wardrobe, singing like you never expected I'm on a mission, flipping, what? Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony Sunz of Man and Killa Bee Can't fold under pressure Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what? Fancy talk magic, wise up Fly girls keep ya eyes up Track terrorist kiss Deep in the Hill, Jack battle with Jill Talk boss featuring words that kill [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna reality Set the black people free Work hard WTC My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna reality Set the black people free Killa Beez got the best stee [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Donna journalistic, writing wizard Protect my soul when the Devil tried to get it Seen my goal and stuck with it Ever since a kid, early in a bid, doing things you never did All up in a staircase a scareface was looking Wallet got tooken, free from the work release, Donna kept bookin Brooklyn bound with the sound, hop the turnstiles Fifty cents to kick it, oh, it's so wicked Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple [Chorus: Cappadonna] My slang is editorial explicit material Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Set the black people free [Outro: Kung-Fu movie sample] - Uh huh, huh. What about that girl? - Let’s have a bit of fun then eh - Right - Hold it - What, you want a piece of this too? - We’re professionals. We’ve killed a lot of people as a means of getting money. But this time we’ve killed for a small dowry almost nothing. We killed this young fellow almost for fun. He was hardly a man even. Just a young kid and now then you want to rape a girl? - We do what we want here killing or raping, rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Milk the Cow[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got My life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" And I did it, milky Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! [Chorus: Method Man] Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what? [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistence, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish [Interlude: Cappadonna] (x2) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! [Chorus] [Interlude] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch! *gunfight*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** ’97 Mentality[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggas Forever in it.. yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] My devastating hot '97 mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen on the TV screen Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromising Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel Instead of catchin bodies, niggas not keepin it real I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats on my man keep em bustin till ya gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn Donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggas get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic On a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? [Hook x4: Ghostface Killah] To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitutionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Run[Intro: Sample] "'Where you going? Aren't you scared we'll get you?' 'Look for me all you want—you're not gonna find me though.'" [Verse 1] Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site we hung tight Three o'clock in the night ounces of blow dirty kicks Money gets low in the street yo Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes You know the flavor Roughneck city; ain't nuttin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine Summertime in the courthouse, aw shit it wasn't mine Two to four, three to nine, Benetton'd it what We all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck Young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what We all safe from the po-lig, nobody bust FREEZE! We in the breeze with the blunts Nobody drop the trees or they fronts Meet up on the roof, look off the front, play low Watch out for po'-po', that's how it go, three in the whip We not that legit though, run for the gusto Peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin' the logo Run if you ever got somethin' on you son You best to run, be off the set Jet, bounce from the projects, season of the vick Weed in your piss and parole gots ta have it Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it Drop the clip fingerprints all on it Aw fuck those bullets, I'm losin my pants I advance my speed, succeed in my travel Dance on 'em, in a fucked up whip Make my heart skip, caught up in the drug traffic I absconded, surrounded by the outfit 120th tried to knock my whole clique Run! These black boys that take none Don't cop out to shit, take the three to six And you add that shit—run! If you ever pack a nice sized gun—run! If you sell drugs till your done—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard [Verse 2] Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked In the dark heads scramble at the six-ooh Spies lookin at you one two oh lookin too How you roll what you stole let me see you go nah fuck you If you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew We gather in the plaza to jerk through 360 with the crime wave, modern day slave Reversal on appeal, it's not real, plant that As a matter of fact we crackin down, us against Brown Run fast like you ran track Never look back push the Ac' on the sidewalk Crash, toss the heat and tear ass Zig zag 'til you reach your stash—run! If you sell drugs till your done—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard Me and the God back to back one eight-five with the four-five Survive that shit, you took case, even though I remember your face Even though we seen you rollin near Bowling and Greene kid This cream'll get you robbed, knocked if you don't run Don't grab my jacket dunn, get the fuck off, break North or go to jail Word life is trife, on the block it's too hot You got my man shot, nigga—run! We whylin on Staten Island, it's one thing bein in the bing And not smilin on the gate, it's too late Fate held you over, Jakes runnin for snakes The white rover with the plates burn down Gee street Comin from outta state, see me in the driver's seat Coolin without the ID, it's not me That belongs to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E—run! If you sell drugs till they done—run! If you ever pack a nice-sized gun—run! If you wanna still have fun—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard... motherfucker [Outro] Run, motherfucker, runEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Pillage[Intro: Sample] [Verse 1: Killa Bamz] Red dog ebonies, half Gotti and Lebanese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts Where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears Floatin through the Village, trapped in, designed to shine Pillage, war between the thug and the con As for the father reborn, castle in the mind Mind blind and captive, warfare be interactive Bamz is savage hard to substitute Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'mma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues Gotta prop the holes in my shoes, bare foot style Is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin Prepared for this war we assassins, but now I'mma chill For a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic Sources is similar to Voltron when we swarm Rock my red cape like Spawn Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah Know it's best to quote the topics Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail Like crews who soul miss, temple doors open And your death wish, peepin analyst Bamz who got the mad new shit [Verse 2: Cappadonna] The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno Acapella was take two, respect due No commercial I teach though, I reach those Higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd Down low is me, Bamz sugar free Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club Attack hate running with love, better grub Dick 'em down easy, past sound, pass out Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle Razor Sharp label, ferryboat Park Hill Gallo and the Sable Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King Two to four work release time in the bing Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox Bowl of rice Trump, poor people Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal The bible, the thirty-six tribal Trials and tribulations, survival Drugs as my retardation, masturbation False identification, one nation Blood, mud, water, togetherness Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug You bugged, kid, fuck offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Oh-Donna[Intro: Cappadonna] Tell Mel Shawn to come in Word, yo, one life to live It's on your head Just like my daughters That's my word! Polka dot Connection Shine just apostle [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship Like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The Y chromosome with the X that multiplies, yo [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Word on the block It’s the African Killer Bees Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff I pray like this, I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off Or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind, plus pack a nine Daytime outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Something precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one life To live, think twice (Think twice think twice twice twice twice) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, a-yo; we swindle, make moves, PJ out the window Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle Bruce Wayne digging graveyard rocks and swinging Multimillions, rap pavilion stay G'in [Hook: Cappadonna] This year, we throw darts in the air To let y'all know this shit is severe Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light Statueheads all up in my lab like mad Empty bags are lying in the yard, welfare Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck Sucrets fast Corvettes, Tecs on my rest Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox Big Ghost'll grab the jim and unfasten your box' You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf Yo, shame on, all y'all niggas on some Baywatch shit Sounding like me, sucking my dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon, Cappadon.. [Verse 5: Cappadonna] .. as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggas to stop It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop In a class by myself I hold the foundation Face to face, I make my affiliation Short and brief, I make out with the loose-leaf In the struggle, ten years after the beef I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin If it's not the felonies or the color of my skin I'ma keep switching my gear, again and again From the training camp I drive past V.I.N It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billing More sacrifices, create better living My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon Protect seeds, and protect black women Raised in the Pillage right now we just drifting Ferry boat niggas make a whole lot of difference Drama, if you slacking up in the business Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits [Hook: Cappadonna] Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na [Outro] A killer should not be known, he must be discrete - understand?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Black Boy[Intro: Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my word Aiyyo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast For that wack ass MC, talking all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggas keep trying to repent But we still licking off, we wild like 2 Cent Park Hill Projects, say it with your lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck something up Dead or alive y'all coming with us We live on the other side of the chart Where your mother met Poppa Wu [Chorus: Tekitha] Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Verse 2: Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Coming correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate In the rec room regulating with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Living life long time may continue to breed Never getting caught up inside the agencies For ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm taking this shit way back to Bill Bill In the projects where my man got killed [Chorus: Tekitha] Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rocking with y'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm getting it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitching Bloods accumulating, we getting impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understanding That's how I'm planning, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggas represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Putting in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement [Chorus: Tekitha] (x2) Black boy, in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Outro: kung-fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Supa Ninjaz(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body" [U-God] Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it [Verse 1: U-God] The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement For mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes [Verse 2: Method Man] Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye Full metal street soldiers, born to die Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime Niggas can't be touched here, the true and livin Night vision unseen, like Gene When I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted By tracks that be True Mastered, opposites attract Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase When the coppers give chase, I give em finger The only hip-hop singer, to tell America To kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya From this major misbehavior, heavy hands Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate Army tank, high rank, got the bank Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform Shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Dart Throwing[Raekwon the Chef] Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy [Method] The Iron Lung [Raekwon the Chef] Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aéropostale Sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My nigga drop lost a stripe like adidas Shit is deep, the bridge still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden [Method Man] I dig my life experiences, wrap it up In twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb To the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by association, stank bitch Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass Let them players flash, and trick on they cash On your funky ass I only buy shit that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys [Cappadonna] I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came Over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before But didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish And approach all hominyms, shit in your brain Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real Peace out bro [Method Man] Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw Down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right MotherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Splish Splash[Verse] I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme prostitute, rhyme slut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like ALIEN³ Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me Bitch, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wishEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Super Model[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)] Uh-huh We back up in this piece, yo Yo, Donna Snatch these birds for a second They rabbits (Groupies!) Straight up nothing but rabbits Word up, birds are free (uh) Word, it's like yo, whisper! [Hook: Cappadonna] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro CC leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Love you in your Nikes The sweet sea breeze Make me fall to my knees If it's possible can I get a set of keys I swallow your tasty's BBC's they come in all varieties Hire me, hire CC I'm a liar But gimme, gimme My middle leg get you skimmy Take this shit like a shot of Remy Bend over let me introduce you to Rover Until it's over, now you sober Put your leg back on my shoulder I'm a scrub like you And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do My new 75 wives's coming through One female that live near the Bronx zoo Had to be home no later than 2 And the 2 twins with the hour curfew The light-skinned females one's you call Boo THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Chocolate milk you look good in your silk Put your body on tilt take me for 2 G's Even though we not married I make love to you You can call me Larry Call me anything, don't trap me with the ring I'm a one night fling on the road trying to sing Yeah you a queen but C-Donna ain't your king My dress code switch it make you wanna swing A little episode I would have done it before but now you look old Sex on the first night that's how I roll Fronting on a crust being assed in the cold Try to play live what? Lady on a stroll Rack my Versace but can't pay the toll All Cappuchino women y'all got to go The love that I feel for women is untold Sweet or sour ladies if you got babies If you wanted to hit a nigga off in the eighties Jump in the Mercedes girl it's all true THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Knew a girl named Cindy, her sister named Don They used to come around with Shallah Raekwon A couple of years before the Wu was even on They love the way I dress captivated by my charm If you see me in the cut I'm just steadily calm It's a regular females be under my arm Ever since I got paid to start dropping the bombs I could take two women my nickname is long Crushing is involved I'm doing the James Bond Grant you a fantasy then I be gone That's under the hat the way I made you come back From the shoes to the hat All of my shit match I'm like a book of matches I'm always on strike, I'm double-jointed I can do it how you like Come to Keisha house yeah it's only right We can get together for a glass of ice And if the kids here something we can tell em it's a fight I love my 2 seeds more than my own life It's hard to escape punani appetite I see a pretty face I start falling in lust No matter what baby girl I just can't get enough Because THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU! [Hook: Ghostface Killah] She a super model, 33-33 throttle Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees [Outro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)] (Save it till tomorrow CC leave a mark on your tee-tees) I love grupies Leave a mark on your snoopies (Groupies!) Come here rabbits (Put you in your iceberg snoopies) Take a bite of this carrot Uh-huh, wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Blood on Blood WarYo, break that dutch down [First Verse: Cappadonna] You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard [Chorus: Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for [Second Verse: Cappadonna] All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track [Chorus: Killa Bamz] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Wu-South[Intro: Rush] Yeah... Street Flavor.. yeah.. you know? Yo, Cap, it's Rush... murder one, no love Call a nigga from North Carolina That's what it is, New York City... Bolo, what up? Cack-lack... [Rush] I'll break a nigga back, when I'm holding the mack Me and Cap bridging the gap, on one track The S.I.N.Y. and the Cack-lack I crack a nigga open like I'm drinking six packs It's on and popping in the bottom Stop a nigga in the mud if he got a problem It's dirty out here, walk around with so much ice I need a slay, Wayne Gretzky and they call me when it sudden death I feel like Rocky when he ran a hundred steps That ain't beef, that's pocket meat on your chest, boy I move keys like I'm on the keyboard Big Rush on the Triton, I got the license To pay a sniper when I'm writing On this microphone, I'm Mike Tyson How Street Fighter niggas call me M. Bison I stay high in my blood pressure, the slug'll dead ya Pack burners that'll give niggas the war, it's real [Cappadonna] Nickel plated tech with the shiny pearl handle Red infer' beam on the so-called vandal Original legits, still cool like Summer Sam You got a three hundred watt, with a low key light candle Burning up the jam, oh, Donna can't cook You and the dummy hit the head, Oh Donna had you hooked On the snub nose, because I never dug those Part time crime, bust me from behind Niggas that play sometime, most of the time With the nine, big dummy bullets are blind So to arm me and protect, you gotta move correct And play humble, as you prepare for the rumble Then glide like a snake, and let off like the bumble Two bigger trigger, I figure I got a lotta One tough, hit the fucked up by Don Dada I'm my all black self, with the 90 shot clip Waiting patiently for my posse to flip So I can wet something love-love, push come to shove-shove Might have to wet a nigga up with the snub bug Thirty eight pistol, handle rough like Crisco Cousin Cappa, shatter competition like crystal [Lil' Milz] If, life's a hustle, I grind it out So I can cop the big face, watch, diamoned out Eyes chinky in the Bentley, pulling up in the drive way Like Sinatra, nigga, I did it my way Repping East side, with guns on each side Last nigga tried, you know that he died Who real round here, blue steel round here Little ears on the block, get ya peeled round here I'm the man with the rock, giving feels round here If you want it, I can get that, hit you with a big pack Don't bring my shit back, six in your knick knacks Don't mean no harm, but I'm shooting with big gats This and a flip jack'll make your ass flip back [Jarmen] Yeah, fuck that, uh-huh, walk with me I'm good with thousand grams, and a well in the will While you polly in the hood, I'm on Federal Hill Moving and shaking, underground, using Jamaicans Moving these cakes in Montego, shoot up, ya naked Get on and beat it, charge money, son, it's large money Rubberband wrapped under the hard wood floor, money And I ain't gonna spend a red cent I'm just sitting on bread, try'nna get this red shit I live for them dead presidents, ever since there was facts, high paids I was try'nna get paid, nigga, I left 10th grade, for the american dream Hitting hoods hard with that heroine lean You only dream about my way of life, day or night I'mma get it, just as long as we poor, fuck the law [Outro: Jarmen] Yeah, uh-huh, Street Flavor, word up Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, give it up or get slumped, nigga That's how we coming through... Fifty one, thirty six, Bel Air Road, nigga Street Flavor...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Everything Is Everything[Verse 1: Cappadonna] All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song Took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CDs, you heard it through the grapevine Killa Beez [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Face to face I break bread every time In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend These crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my carrots Cherryheads, and parrots Won't live in the barracks, we Don Ho Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines Is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killa Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like We too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Streetlife like 2 Cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus* [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything Ain't always everything, and everything That you see ain't reality, they just illusions [Kung-Fu movie sample] – The other killers, have already shown up. Now it'll be your turn, to die too – We're ready anytime!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Check for a Nigga[Intro] Park Hill, Staten Island, New York City Check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Maryland, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 1] You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night With my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell I stroll well, I protect with the most Respected mic check, cassette full of life High technology, Gortek intellect Good for a million, one dart project Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass Quick competition, got you in a smash Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear I fear none, Dolemite strike three time Award mic fuck crazy vagina Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City Slang Nitty, check for me badly Mandatory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up The one man news team fast like a photographer [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Ohio, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 2] Straight from the heritage, public announcers Ounces of darts, he fucked you over I stole ya heart, so just in case You forgot about the face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver Masterpiece in the making, Asian African Egyptian Jamaican Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin? Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out This man is on fire, fully developed Dance with the organizer, chance me Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox Channel Fox, telecommunicate Match money like socks, summertime style Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous Kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Georgia, check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Verse 3] Outfits forever; new Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent Twist me in the city, elegance walk My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57 In Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds Design arts and crafts, used to play the field On the rap, drafted the devil Bass and treble, worldwide baritone Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics Splash out my dome, uncontrollable Staten Island untold feel it across the globe I expand, Cappa the man, head low Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty My stee' mary alley, follow my lead Not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin A war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid Better branches, turn your head twice One life, still gettin it right, then yo [Chorus] Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga If you in Manhattan check for a nigga If you in Queens, check for a nigga If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga [Outro] Check for a nigga If you in the Woods, check for a nigga Check for a nigga If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga Check for a niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** MCFBlack solidarity day, arrest sentence Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open up your life Let me swim with your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one, playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct Revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me [Hook] Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I can't dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end [Hook] Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course Whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold Never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength To go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education That money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** South of the Border[Intro: Cappadonna] RZArector in the shadow True Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow [Verse 1: Cappadona] Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts revolve around New York City Evidence are, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, '86 crime Opposites attract, my electrical shine OK Polly see me downtown with 2 peacocks with Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect with pros Drug slingers keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows my rap shot's hot But suppose you get caught up in the mix A non fix of convicts, conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 faced cliques be getting rubbed like Vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and Cotton ball heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the night time storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy, Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the Reel to Reel, we high hills deep Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family ain't complete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border [Break: Cappadonna] Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much French fries, not enough shake RZA blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out hit Madison Square house Roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the BorderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Pump Your Fist[Killa Bamz] Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play This competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit [Tekitha] Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya Is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit [Cappadonna] Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close But can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons That'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Killa Killa Hill[Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll Now it's our time to shine ya'll, yo, we did our time ya'll Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up We got it rough, on some guns bust Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up We still gully, and my whole click dead up Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s Shoot up your saloon and lay Through a poverty side of my life, we came from All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops Dressin' like gangstas, I've been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with rocks We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect Lively hood, and get Hollywood props I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic My mental came swift, that's the project [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out My niggas try'nna survive, whippin' the gauge out Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out [Chorus: Cappadonna] God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll God rules everything around us Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'llEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Young Hearts[Chorus: Blue Raspberry] You left me here, alone, with a shine All hope was gone I couldn't find y world alone How could I break my home Still I doubted you And still your strength enchanted me You was a father to my child and a man to me Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe With the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass Held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils Came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault That you wanted to bounce, now you telling me That you cleaned up your act, beep me every time But I never call back, that's how I felt When you was making me crack Me leave wifey for you?? [Break: Cappadonna] I'm crying I'm crying [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] You left me here, alone, with a shine All hope was gone I couldn't find y world alone How could I break my home Still I doubted you And still your strength enchanted me You was a father to my child and a man to me Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Shake Dat[Intro: Culture] When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water [Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers) (If y'all ain't wit) Yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast (If y'all ain't wit us y'all) Uh! Uh-huh, yeah (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Come on, come on, yeah, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo These thoughts is fire hot like uh! Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Yo [Cappadonna] These thoughts of fire, hot like sex Never fall off in the projects Original Don, rockin the world Catch in the palm, hold on to me Real rap shit, over here The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the hoes, and get lovely OTF, cases of bubbily Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no pity Get the cash, fuck that kitty After that, it's time to get dough (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Gimme a track, I lace the flow I go to places y'all can't go Overseas, me doin the show Playa hate me but we got the Mo' Test me, that's a big no-no (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! [Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers] Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go Wu-Tang, forever gettin dough All In Together, like at the show [Cappadonna] Love is still love, come on girl Give me a chance, I'll rock the world Shake ya ass, get on down (If y'all ain't wit us) We stay trippin, my part of town Sex on the beach, came with the piece (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) It's all good, you just like the beast Take ya time, ain't nothin wrong with the bump and grind Blunt in ya hand, dust on ya mind (If y'all ain't wit us) Enjoy ya cash, we all wanna shine Nine to five, not the part time (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Shake ya ass, baby don't quit Tight dress, yea you the shit Nice hair-do, heavy on the wrist Buck-head bounce just the twist Everybody do it, just like this (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) VA style, somethin you can't miss Wu-Tang, poppin the Cris' Down in B-More, ya name on the list Free for all, it ain't no pay Love for love, let's break day Everybody chill, it's time to play Shake that ass, shake it away Shake ya ass, I'll show you the way Uh! [Chorus 3X] [Cappadonna] Peace in the club, havin the fun Fuck all the hoes, not just one (Y'all got to go) Here with the dogs, we all want some Later for that, keep chasin the cat (Y'all got to go) Shake ya ass, bump in the back Live as a fam, don't smoke crack Summertime, don't know how to act (Y'all got to go) G-string, all up in ya rump (Never that!) Football style, brothers'll pump Pop that coochie, get in the front Ride that shit, do a little stunt Fuck these cats, is scared of the cunt (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Shave her ass, do it for a month FUBU city, nigga don't front Sweat to ya death, spark that blunt Whatever you do, never make war (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Wu-Tang niggas'll break that jaw Stay on the dancefloor, keep it real Shake it, break it, love the feel (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Sounds so good, it's sex appeal Cappachino put sex on the reel Shake it baby, you know the deal Uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) [Outro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers)] Yeah, uh! Yeah! You know the deal girl (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh! Give it to a nigga, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Do it, uh! Come on girl You to nigga, uh! (Wu-Tang, if y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh-huh, yeah! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Chk-chk.. (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh.. {*laughs*} [Skit Outro: Cappadonna] This is only my sophmore project, man But I still feel like a freshman You know, so I got anger I'm comin in, I'm comin in like one of the new jacks Just comin in Elmira, wit the D-suit on and whatever All wrinkled up, niggas throwin piss down From the eight galleries or whatever You know, but that's me right there So what, I'm just comin to representEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Do You Remember?[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, Ohh man, Yo Yo you remember when your girl used to like me and you Ahh man, It's all good though cause like yo Man, You my best friend my dude You know what I'm talking about, We been doing this for years Here you can hold my gazelles yo, Word [Cappadonna] Yo, Do you remember when we used to make zip guns, Shooting em Playing skelly plus balls, We be routing em Hop Scotch, High-waters, Pops gave us quarters Rock candy, Miss Terry with the cute daughters Spin the bottle, Catch kiss and get a little bit I remember when we used to carry little sticks Mad ribbons in they hair, We kept little chicks Block parties, Roller skating up and down the block Red Alert, Bambaataa, Plus Dr. Rock Gucci frames, No lenses with the big box Reebok's in every color with the slout socks Dyed hair, Lotto sneakers plus polka dots I remember when we never heard of crack spots Best friends, Little straws on the bike rims Tight Lee's, Bell bottoms with the stripe blends Halloween, Thanksgiving, Plus Christmas Now brothers acting like they never even heard of this [Hook 1: Cappadonna] Do you remember, Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up Bang-Bang, Bang-Bang Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer [Cappadonna] Do you remember when we used to eat beans and franks And Momma Love used to get on us to say our thanks Or when we used to play tag, Hiding under the couch Trying to get in rec parties, They was kicking us out And how about when we used to play hookie from school And somebody else parents beat us, And mega junk food Do you remember Kangol hats were stuffed with plastic And bowl cuts we had were shaped like a basket We used to be at the center squeezing a chicks butt And everybody that was corny we called em a duck Sometimes we beat box and we bang on tables Graffetti was everywhere, Plus the fat gold cables [Hook 2: Cappadonna] Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up Bang-Bang, Shoot em up Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Yo, You know what was real funny man Why all the time we used to have like holes in our knees On our pants, On our jeans We always kept holes right there for some strange reason And remember when we used to have the sneakers They used to like, Go out in the back And sometimes the sock be ripped in the back And sometimes in the front too And then the sneaker used to wear down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Don’t Turn Around[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, I wanna dedicate this song right here To everybody that feel like giving up Thought it was too rough for you or whatever There's no turning around, there's no looking back Chase your dreams, do what you gotta do I got your back [Cappadonna] Picture me turning around, cuz I'm already set In the game, and I'm holding it down I went from, rags to riches, riches to rags From Baltimore to Staten Island, slums, driving in cabs Never gave up on my dreams as a young teen, serving the fiends On my block with my Puma's and jeans Been many places in the world, used to be out in Queens Me and my China, AB, my doola since rock A couple years before Biggie and Pac I remember stashing cracks in my little shoebox Now I'm back on the grind, claiming a spot On tour with Ghostface, I love it alot Me and my whole team hungry still stuck in the grot Rather be out in the streets than being stuck in the box What up, I just here linger with my two foots up I don't have to play the six, now, I be in the cut I be lamping like a lamp post, you loving my touch Crack smiles at the hoodrats, they cracking they Dutch And it's music I for soul, that's why I'm never gonna give it up [Interlude: Q-Dini] That's right, you can't afford to give it up, cuz Don't turn around, ain't no looking back, you know This is the better life movement right here, you know Ain't nothing back there for us, we gotta learn From the things we did in our past, gotta push forward, you heard? [Cappadonna] There just ain't no turning around, no matter what happen Gotta push forward, knew my vision was clear ever since I first saw it Used to carry a stacks, but now I can't afford it It get real in my life, that's why I camcord it Sometimes I'm down on my luck, but I always fought it Constantly moving, I'mma keep climbing up the ladder Locking the evil out until my pockets get fatter Helping momma love, cuz you know that's how I do it And when my babies call, man, you know I jump to it And ain't no looking back, don't forget in past sentence Stay focused, maybe I can push another Benz Up on the radio, get a little more spins I keep writing cuz I'm feeling like I got the wins If I ain't home, probably next door at Trina Kim's Thinking about investing time into our future Still carry the torch and sing a song for Luther And through the process, I'mma steady, keep love my neighbor And give thanks, Jesus Christ, be my lord and savior [Interlude: Cappadonna] Uh-huh, yo, this one right here is for everybody That thought they couldn't make it Want to give up on their dreams, yeah Don't even worry about it, yo, it's gon' get better Just don't look back, man [Cappadonna] Yo, it's no more turning around, Popa Al told me Keep on holding the crown, I got my two feet Posted on solid ground, I know my daughter look nice in an African gown And for my seeds, yo, believe me, I'mma keep it popping I told ya'll before, quit can never be my option This one's for Bill Cosby Jr. and my man Cochran That's why I'm putting my heart, into another doctrine And still giving my best, that's why I'm steady rocking Loving my people, while I'm thinkin' bout Christmas shopping Throwing darts cuz we try'nna keep these albums dropping I ain't selling no crack and I ain't picking cotton Get a nine to five, what? Man, you think I'm stopping? I'm going hard for my people, gone not forgotten [Outro: Cappadonna (Q-Dini)] Yo, Dini? (What up) Yo, remember you used to be chasing them cars, man In the streets (I'm saying them days is over for me, daddy) I hear that (remember them days, when you used to come through To cut through the building, with the get ya on your side With the fucking...) Mask on... yeah, son Them days is behind me, I'm saved now (So I guess it's safe to say, we gon' move forward with this) Until them future songs, with a new psalm (Trying to Cappatilize) Off of everything we doingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Bread of LifeIntro: Cappadonna This is the bread of life man The bread of life Cus I'm gonna feed all of y'all I'm gonna feed all of y'all with intelligent lifespans man I'm gonna give y'all vocubulary veggies Word up and make y'all understand that Now is the time to come amongst this nation And end all devilishment 2nd Intro: Cappadonna You don't really want god in your life You don't really want god in your life Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X3 Verse 1: Neonek Pour my wars out basins My gates is filled with live grazes Live and die for the king Escaping hells faces Forces with chariots armed Dark horses God will make God ????? and face loses Seven months to bury the dead The lord said Make a feast for the birds and bees to eat flesh Shouldn't turn the man you are Consume you in your darkness Bloodbaths sealed with fire the lords wrath Man fainted Now they see the glory God painted Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement Swinging the sword against God And every mountain Unleash a vile plague on all you heathens who be doubting Lined up Split you in half and grind up I lined up split you in half and grind up Enemies are the most high dined hired up When your times up The lord made his mind up Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen Verse 2: Cappadonna I got pains in my stomach I just need to eat I can't take it no more it's like life in the street Got my hands shaking Stressed out for cess This rap is like coke My mother can't rest Times is hard GATS in the projects Niggas got jealous since my LP Made life better Now y'all hate me Putting my life down for G-O-D I rock this Only love can top this Laced in clean spirits Now I'm spotless Pulling out nots Now I make hits Throw jewels at you Reap the benefits Laid back love eat my tuna fish Like that y'all My God'll slap y'all Devils in the place Angels'll trap y'all Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X3 Verse 3: Killah Priest As the full moon follow my passage Enter my tomb now strike the matches Light up the room Open my caskets Theres my Mummy Covered in maggotts Say the words bring me back like Lazarus Came to pass like the old lady who read my tarrots My GAT spit Still I shed the tears of a saint My hearts passion Painting pictures that's mad graphic After my words are said My paper burns up in ashes All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper Cold winds beat upon the window shutters We break bread 8 Fed's came in and bust us They rush us They took me I screamed to my dog The Sun Of Man must suffer They kill me Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life(You don't really want God in your life) Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X2 Verse 4: Cappadonna We always in the struggle Making those Wu-Banga's We hang like hangers It's the essence of hip-hop Live in the present Write rhymes or Hasson'll never test this Eighties fundamental God is essential Rents due plus the greatest lesson is don't owe Pray with the flow and cruise through the avenue Blacked down like some of the Jews do Guns kill so do a missle All praise due May the father be with you A child need milk These needles are specially built to open your mind Now is the time oh Lord place your hands upon us It's the meat by selling bricks To building cocaine weak People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches Cats and dogs Cops roll like Bozz Hogg In the jungle Where every black man is Tarzan We are gathered here today In the name of this rap We coming in peace So nobody have to get clapped Hook: Cappadonna The bread of life Drop jewels and take flight In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight X7 Outro: Cappadonna You don't really want God in your life The bread of life You don't really want God in your lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** If It’s Alright With You(feat. U-God) Yeah ninety six Park Hill style Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn Politic Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks You catch one trying to pretend you could win Headlock show the block kid counterattack Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil My technique is speak have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggas can't stop Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him Chorus: If it's alright with you it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms These ninety-nine powerful circling swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic acids Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and coming with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Love Is the MessageIntro:Raekwon(Cappadonna) Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business Know what I'm saying? Straight up (Love is love) Yo, don't play with them shits up in here Them shits is dangerous Verse 1: Raekwon Hey yo Hey yo Hits Sally Timbaland grand finale Damn imagine bringing back Alam skin bally's Glass of this Leather dick down status That's crabbage Can't see the real so you average Drip cammo Who carry Van Damme ammo Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo Chilling with niggas who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees Tuck these rugers in your lands Cemented Bent out of shape mend it Represent Spin been through it god Hold the Mac splendid Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti Rob me God'll act ungodly What never been done before It's real son you gum it out Run it in the gun store Verse 2: Cappadonna Everyday all day Fat like Bob Rockaway Dipped in the latest spot me right away Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay Darts in your area that's how I play Nobody else shouldn't really have a say When it come down to this Shaolin, USA Represent fully give me your air space Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face Make room as I step up to the plate RZA create sounds of earthquakes Make no mistake kid y'all just faking Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon WTC rush like Regan Crush your little song while you on your knees begging Interlude: Raekwon Who? That nigga right there? Son he trust me watch this shit right here Hook x2: Raekwon We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out Throw the heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me Maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Verse 3: Raekwon Dripped out dip promoter Dead arm that nigga trying to get up over Thinking he clever but he rolled up Fronting on the God yo Acting like that cheese ain't right Aight that night dunn rolled on the mic Jumping out the Lex door suede Lugz on Looking like he worth ten thousand on the arms Cuban connect I had it smashed This is Godville kid we real Staring at his steel dunn ask Jewels that he rocking Bone bracelet Had laced kid screaming on his neck lex rocking Nigga had a fat lab Hundred bag Tools you had Ohh little wifey had it all with a fat ass What you wanna eat boo? The rents due Niggas wanna get you You need to put a laser on your shit boo Sat there bluffing Saying nothing Looking at bird pop shit Acting like she bugging Verse 4: Cappadonna 18 karat gold and fresh boots Me and my team regulate to the roots Big pockets Blow mics out the sockets Condeminium Karl Kani denim Where the honey's at? We be getting up in them A whole lot of dollars and real scholars The Wu got knowledge Represent 5% 100% pay attention To the stretch Lincoln Drinking Evian Don-Don Stay calm under pressure Break the sound barrier Big Wu Tang trucks roll in your area Wallabees for life We too hype One ring with the ice Don't stress it What? Love is the message 18 points on my brand new record Dart clapper Ran like a snapper Watch out for Cappa Make way Y'all cats ain't ready for me and the DJ Interlude with Raekwon talking and Cappadonna shout outs Hook x2: Raekwon We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out Throw the heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me Maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling on your ladies Outro: Raekwon Du-du NUMBER 1 Dance hall storm Yo yo yo yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Stay Shining[Intro: Cappadonna, (Digem Tracks)] Yo Digem, (Yo, YO) Yo, Thanks for recording this joint man (No problem my dude) Cause no matter what We gotta stay shining, Through it all man, My heart is broke It been broke for years, But I'm gonna keep on pulling through yo [Chorus: Cappadonna] Without the suffer and the pain and the hurt and the sorrow How will we appreciate tomorrow Without the tough times, Heartaches, Bumps and the bruises How would we still love the music Without the ups and the downs, And the ins and the out yall How would we kill all without yall Follow your dreams keep glowing, Let the love start flowing Keep shining, It's God's perfect timing Young ladies in the ghetto keep climbing Young brothers in the hood stay grinding Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying, Why these Devils keep lying Why these Devils keep lying, Why these Devils keep lying Why these Devils keep lying, Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying Keep shining [Cappadonna] I got a cross on my back, And my hands is pierced I'm down with a hard team and my mans is fierce Got a cable with a crown, Lord prepare my table In the presence of the enemy, I never pretend to be More then I am, I'm the truth in the way I keep throwing love at you, Til my hairs is grey Allah holds me, Brought me up out of affliction Keep me safe from the heartache and crazy addiction From the streets where the shorties be killing each other Yo they wild like savages, Don't respect they Mother They be selling crack for babies and cheating each other Dumb, Deaf, And blind ass thugs, They still my brother Wake up little homie get your mind out the gutter What you know about grinding for that bread and butter You's a stupid motherfucker, You don't know what it is Now you think you thugged out cause you shooting at kids Got them cracks in your ass like your ready to bid Yo you living in them streets cause you can't get a crib Let that teach your ass a lesson and shape you up Before them Po-Po come around here and scrape you up I think that crack gone kill yall before that dust I came to shed a little light but your mind is stuck All you talk about now is your nine and truck Little homie, Keep shining [Chorus] [Outro: Digem Tracks, (Cappadonna)] Hey little homie, Little momma No matter what you do,You be yourself (And keep shining) Digem Track Productions Cappadonna, Peace to the Middle East We out yallEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Got to Find a Way[Intro: Cappadonna] Knowledge is the knoalition, also too respect Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence Such as the sun is the foundation of the solar system And the Asiatic black man is the foundation of his family [Hook 3X: Cappadonna] It's nice to be important but it's even more important to be nice "Got to find a way" -] some kids [Cappadonna] That's my word, check one, check two Donna makes one sacrifice, what? Started to change when the days got strange No more hand-to-hand, strictly campaigns It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy Champagne, caviar, psychology Practice to be me, strivin for equality Buildin, I believe the children like Whitney and Walt Disney "Got to find a way" -] some kids Uh, uh, it's like that y'all and you don't quit Shit that make you fall in love with it Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] In the Days of Our Lives we could all feel the pain When all of this children trapped in the game Playin hookie from school, just ain't the same When the guns get bigger, I worry 'bout the kids The knucklehead ones with the elevator, bid Trapped in America, it's hard to escape The Projects, life is like the Planet of the Apes When all of these kids be buggin wild off the tapes It's your mindstate shorty, tellin you to be late Do your homework kid, keep your mind out the dirt You're only eighteen and you don't know who you hurt I love you like a little brother, here's a razor Carry that wise son, treasure what I gave ya Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] Long time no so, long time suffer As the days get tougher, rougher on Don I wanted help but first let me help myself Have a care of my family, black libarian lady Run right beside me, no public assistance Long distance, I touch man, woman and child Diet and stretch, architect with the finesse Chain heat, brain stained with the horror I'm a father of two, Wu Killa Bee lethal I worked hard for mine, intwined up inside Energy junkie, fertilize this twice, enough spice I teach Lo, say no to drugs, say yes to more money I'm a Transformer when your days get sunny I'm your number one performer, pray for the all time great Take a toast if you love Ghost, I'll be there Beware, take caution, often I've seen these streets are gettin mean Less rest, put the whole world to a test Try to survive, archive five, strangle with lies Last days of the hive, it's the Second Coming I'm a secretary of Wu, official article post up More dictionaries, read heavy notes, both coasts come together Never be blind, protect all of mankind Chorus 4X "Got to find a way" -] some kids (to fade)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Criminal Mind[Killah Priest] I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons Dressed as a gladiator, inside God's ring The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl He went for my Adam's apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do [KMC] We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual I pray to lord, to bless my soul You come too close, our thoughts is cold We're rough with the AK, so if you not Make way, some of these get murdered We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for? Bust mine, somebody get murdered [Cappadonna] Yo, it's New York in effect, it's time to get ill Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real I've been sleeping all day, now I'm finally woke And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope I'm a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind Yo before I couldn't see, 'cause I used to be blind Now I'mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine A'udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon's fiend Jails can't hold me, it's no cure for this I smacked ya'll devils, outta my myst Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard Can't destroy my heritage, we the armor of God Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad [Scratch Samples] "Lit rings"... "Bangin' in yo hood" "See, this the pusha" "Goon's Squad visual, this that.. "Fire, fire.." "It's defenitaly still" [Rush] Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it? My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot? Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die Revenge I cried, try'nna take the crown from my Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace Who want peace? Change ya culture to kosher Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster Dead or alive, only the illest survive Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand You over the hill, still too, old to spill I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck Run the respect, like I'm standing here with a tech What you expect? Me must stand, the next man The best man will die with his dick in his handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Pistachio[Cappadonna] I was born on a sunny day, Birds chirping The doctors putting they work in I arrived during hard times most certain Grateful never hateful, I don't have to debate with you I brought this to get you back in the groove This one is for the Arabics and the Jews Listen to my song, Slang Terra-Don Show em how to be strong, Never stay in the wrong A doctrine to hold your towel tight I speak light, Never speak white, I'm from the project If you don't live there you don't know what it's like Where I come from these streets don't give a fuck about you Stay low, Get your own paper, Absorb the elements Remain calm and intelligent, Come on God, That shit is irrelevant My mind build escalators inside of your head like television Hella vision, I could feed you with the street shit Our niggas get hit with the heat quick, The beef is thick He got hit with the police sticks, Reach for the splif Before he went down he peeped on his kicks [Chorus: Cappadonna, (Lounge Lo), {Mega Don}, "King Just"] We write lyrics (that the streets like) {We don't come with that bullshit} "Cause yall niggas thinking it's right." [Lounge Lo] Life's a struggle, To me it's like ohh God And I'm tryna live in a place we know it's so hard I reminisce on birthdays and old cars And tell Momma I love her whenever I go far I set my kids like, Daddy be back soon And if it go well then the stacks'll be back soon Spread love to fam cause your friends won't do it Gotta go, Stay on your roll, Go out and pursue it You damn right I wanna see Alvin do it And sugar-booger-daddy watching you so you better get to it And realize what we're living for, And the stakes is high Your young, But we all need cake to get by So listen up to what your Momma say, But make your own facts Go and tell your brothers Daddy did a song with Uncle Cap Rocky and Kim, Lama I love yall And nothing till the day I die is ever above yall [Mega Don] I done got money with some of the richest niggas But the feds turn killas into bitch ass niggas You know, Sit up on the stand, Star witness niggas Run off at the lips, Sam the Bull ass niggas It was all good just a week my niggas I remember the days we clapped heat my niggas And to think, I even took a bid for niggas Loaded forty Glock, Half a brick for niggas First time felon for the clique for niggas And this the thanks I get, Bullshit my niggas I did it all, I would've even died for niggas It hurts my heart, Sometimes I wanna cry my niggas With these words, We might even spread apart But this dart, I'm pouring out my motherfucking heart At the end of the day, I truly love you my nigga But today, Mega Don, I'm no longer a nigga [King Just] Leave me alone, Yall niggas don't know me I'ma kill yall niggas, I do my dirt upon my lonely Slim, Skinny, And boney, One with the Stonies Paid my dues so yall niggas own me School kicked out for pissing in the staircase School of hard knocks got caught for selling hard base Who you think helped them wash their money They left their man behind enemy lines, All hungry The winter war was for sure, I live next door Bullets spit, Hit the bricks, Ricocheted, We laid on the floor I could've sworn my deal was gonna feed the hood And me and my baby Mommas was gone be good Antwon my baby boby, Ason my pride and joy Coshy Moshy you my Heavens to Merca Troy Don Kinish, Mr. Brick, I will murk your boy Cause these starving artists the hardest, I stay unemployed [Chorus 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down[Cappadonna] Yo, You can't keep a good man down I been through it all, I step on the ground Even my best friend turned they back And my label mate brothers wasn't cutting me no slack Nobody gave a shit they wasn't even checking for Cap Taking my kindness for weakness, Peep this the weak shit Stealing my songs putting em out on the sneak tip Label could never hold me, The Devil can't slave me I'm thankful for everything that God gave me I never really want shit but I'm happy I done shit I hope to keep my life free from the guns and clips Plus I'm still tryna get Momma out of the bricks Come on now, Tell me that you praying for me You should of known, That Christ was staying with me Win or lose, Adding on to life be the life I choose I use to sell crack, Now I'm just dropping the jewels Why is life gotta be so hard, Why the street try to leave me scarred Why is everybody looking for God I had to leave Park Hill, I'm a traveling man I don't stay in one spot that's why I travel the land Whether I get a deal or not, I'ma still deal with the block Yall biters try to steal my spot, Duplicate my music Take my slang, Take cheap shots at me while I'm doing my thang I'm more close with my seeds, A little older now, I learned to forgive While yall kicking dirt on Don I'm building a bridge Treading through the waters, Yall thought I would drown But you can't keep a good man downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Coast to Coast[Chorus: female singer] Welcome to the West Coast Where we ball, ride on fags Sittin' back, cuz been working right (Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce (Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce We've been working right (Calico stand up) [2Pac] Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' Ridin on these niggas cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder by I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin [Chorus] [Rush] Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow Weed's federal, better roll in the tape Your armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the bass But to be quite frank, taking over this world I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch If I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea Surf the world to find material, harder than me But I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me? Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit Knowing they ain't done shit, except go when the gun spit Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night And ya'll sucka MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it's no sweat Whenever I'm around you, your mind is weak I speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk shit Yo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk shit What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone You can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell Spit my name, can't beat my tell, nigga, what's felt? To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don If you ever front on me, nigga, I'm breaking your arm Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone Fuck all of the fly shit, ya'll Hollywood...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** My Kind of Bitch[Intro : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! [Cappadonna] Yo I love a chick that's ghetto and pop guns for niggas Suck dick and plus buy nigga kicks Now, that's my kind of bitch! She fuck real good and she know how to kiss She live a double life She call police on me if she get strife That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit' She like Timberlands and Nike Tatt's on the back Hustle and sold crack How you like that now? That's my kind of bitch When I was a broke nigga She was tryin' to get rich She be hatin' other niggas But eat pussy real-quick And still never treat me like a trick That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit Now... That's my kind of bitch! [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit [Cappadonna] Hold it down For the Don' when she flex my whip Even though she on the strip I ain't gonna flip I put hickeys on her neck Hickies on her clitoris on some real nigga shit Got the cure for your bitterness Hit you with the biggest dick now That's my kind of bitch She cheated on her man and she called it quits Made me eggs in the morning and she made me quit [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! [Cappadonna] She hold my cock when I piss My mic when I spit My hand when I trip My pussy when I skip Now... [Hook : Cappadonna] That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh That's my kind of bitch! Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** The GritsIntro: Cappadonna This album right here This is the Yin and the Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear a lot of um... A lot of love A lot of hate You know what I'm saying? Cus it's like come on I got enemies I got frienemies And those that pretend to be's HOMOCIDE HILLS! That's the grits THE GRITS! The barracks baby word up Verrazano bridge Yo yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I give a speech like Martin Luther King Let freedom ring Forget a bow ring It's a black thing Holding me locked up With brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted Most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home Africans With jet black Americans Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans Deep in the street Thugs carrying heat The rest of the projects surrounded with gates Middle class families are moving upstate While the younger generation selling cake Trying to immitate mixtapes It's all final Big locks on the Verrazano Get fined BB conduct On some King Tut Poverty struck I seen the right to enter Uhaah took My cup runneth over Stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold world got my girl scan Fight on the sand I'm allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils in the eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all know I'm going out like PLO Whenever I go uhh THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Verse 2: 8-Off] I start the slaughtering Make all eyes start watering I know an 800 number you can get your coffin Start ordering The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any king Faking ain't counterfeit Money in the bing I do a sting with two 9's under my sling Anybody you bring Still won't do a god damn thing You nothing but a... Onion in the rain I floss rhymes I loss rhymes I got it like that Y'all bitch niggas I toss times I got rhymes that'll still rock you Cats that'll spot you Told you I chill Lay off a shit I still shot you The only thing I'm unable to do Is do what I got to Look in hospital Brooklyn apostle Lyrical gospel Still fortunate to scorch your shit Paying for the cost of it Your whole style remains wack I know It's awful kid THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I play the back like back in the days Give thanks and praise Watch the frisk raise Reunite Take birth trees to upright I forget a fake MC's My songs the Bible Survival in the man The lost lands No radio play The Pillage is banned Like a foreigner don't understand Y'all some flan cats eat pig Reneg real shit from digs Hit you off with the packages And facts on tracks Y'all talk but that's put that back We dealing in the orphanage Way surpass your image I'm a chemist A dual dentist Treat my heritage like friendship I be exit I rock a gold necklace And restless It's always hectic Staten Island shit Bad habit shit Made me twist it One twenty disctrict shit Pillage be the senate Throw darts like Masons Garment Rennaissance Patrionts Hold the blood like tampons Baby conduct Put your fist up No more struggles 100 dollars for the hen' dog 200 for the bubbles Less troubles Pill-Age Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage This beef will never we engage Buck buck buck buck buck THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Outro/Intro to 'Super Model': Cappadonna] If you fucked my little ho Yo, let me know that then(Exactly) Let me know cus I definately let niggas know When I was banging they ho up I was like yeah yeah You thought she was in love with you and I tried to tell you that She wasn't in love with you and I blazed her Then I called you The next day and let you know And you gonna be like 'Yo, let me get my bracelet back'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Slang Editorial (remix)Thats how I be likin my mic You gotta know how to adjust that shit I came to the fork in the road and went straight Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake My rap birth date debut song was ice bait Readit like a novel, Donna Cappa gone Strivin my duns be dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton Californs I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the great Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate Buildin Wu-Tang Clan concentrate Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee I drip through the faucet I never lost it Where the party at Give me the mic and I'ma toss it Head crack talk back, verbal attack Side track you get japped with my lyric impact Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna Thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana Projects is rated x I flex and terminate Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic When both hands are cuffed Whoever tried to make you fall off Call your dogs off Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo Live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous I rock track like a neckalace Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected I'm on a mission, flippin What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what Fancy talk magic, wise up Fly girls keep ya eyes up Track terrorist kiss Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill Talk boss, featurin words that kill My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Work hard WTZ Donna journalistic Writin wizard(wizid) Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it Seen my goal and stuck with it Ever since a kid, early in a bid Doin things you never did All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin Wallet got tooken Free from the work release Donna kept bookin Brooklyn bound, with the sound Hop the turnstiles Fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid Tabernackles catch fire within the apple Tabernackles catch fire within the apple My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Set the black people freeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Savage Life[Sample] Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X But they didn't love Malcolm Niggas love everything but themselves But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes Love to see niggas act Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit But there is one thing about niggas I do not love Niggas are scared of loving themselves [Intro: Cappadonna] Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about Everybody put your blunt in the air like this Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building Throw it up for all my dogs in there Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on [Cappadonna] I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind I scope clubs out see what a savage's like Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life To animals my words be the words of Christ The unordinary life, Sensational with it In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips And I can't quit now son you must be silly I ain't stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy Yeah, Creep with me my nigga Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] You wanna see what a savage like But we're living in a savage life They just wanna stomp your life Niggas wanna stomp your eyes [Cappadonna] Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend We doing a bid here, My projects is mean Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow Came back with the hid-i-dro Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough Big Don from Dirty Island Scrape you off the ground something violent Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream Go savage in the hood for CREAM [Chorus] [Cappadonna] We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying Some of yall people relying on religion I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high Far all the times that I couldn't cry All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side A nigga get savage when he gotta survive [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Life of a Lesbo[Intro: Cappadonna] Uh-huh, yeah bitch! Same struggles, uh, everyday Hold this, come here girl Hmm... give me a kiss, muaww! Heh.. [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I know these two fly chicks, that used to be legit They said they don't like niggas no more, and plus they hate dick With all due respect they wanna love and trick And I don't know if it's a good thing, or maybe they sick And I just can't understand, whatever happened to the plan You used to walk like a woman and dress to the T Now you try'nna be the man that your father used to be Actin' like you got a cock and you love pussy You and my baby mother did it, go 'head push me And believe me, it's true, I know your whole style boo You eat rats, bitch, you got worms deep inside you.. [Chorus: Cappadonna] Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh) Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that) Life of a lesbo [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Even though you independant, and you makin' the big dough Hate your own father and you used to be ho Bitch, it's alright to cry, chick, here have a shoulder 'Member you was 13? Now you much older Used to be a hot chick, now you much colder You love other bitches, girl, you don't want a soldier To all the fly honies that's livin' it well Used to be a lesbo, but think you want dick now Ya'll best to stop frontin', cuz you really want both Me and my ex-wife came down Tiffany throat I fucked both of those bitches, then I went broke [Chorus: Cappadonna] Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh) Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that) Life of a lesbo [Outro (during Chorus): Cappadonna (sample)] That's what's up... yeah Yo.. you know me, 1, 2, 3 chicks, it don't matter I did it all... I love 'em Life of a lesbo, let's go Uh-huh, this one right here go out to all My homegirls up north, Bedford Hills Albion, knawhatimsayin? Rosinger, haha, hold ya head up That's my word, yeah, this one go out to Candy Apple My home girl Sugar Walls, Eye Candy Cinnamon, Passion Fruit, Melony, Water Melon Yeah, life of a lesbo... uh... uh.. (We got eyes, but we can't see We have ears, but we can't hear We've got a tongue, but we can't speak We are living men, but we are dead mentally)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Vegan[Intro: Cappadonna] Crazy shit Riding on the side of my horse Desperado style [?]more my zigga[?] [Verse 1:Cappadonna] Killers for life, ain't no hope Police in the building, yeah we never shook Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look Acid, E pills, Molly and [?] food The young could have taken a little time to give a push The homies that's rapping, mine is a weapon Get it on the streets, you don't have to be at the sessions Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans We’re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington ID's good if the police try to flex again Can’t stop us We only in the hood when we pop up Chop chop up packages, show'em rough [?] he's black down, black truck Black niggas, pro-black as the fuck Africa shit keep white Nobody move,nobody get bust Nobody in the building And nobody getting shot [Verse 2: Turnpike Ike] In this shit there has been a slight change of plans Cause y'all niggas never really stood a chance And this year watch me do'em for the fans Do it for the kids I’m like DJ Lance Rock, sometimes life is topsy-turvy Me, I'm tryna get it early As long as fiends snorting [girly?] I’mma grab the world in a short curlies My M.O. is to get this dope So I need blow like the drip of snow Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes I’m grilled like Michael Jackson’s first nose Yeah, niggas in the hood say I’m on fire Nigga I’m in the hood like carbon fiber She can be talking the Aston Martin I still give her the boot, Doc Martens [Verse 3: Amar Divine] We design, find and restore energy We define our time through our melodies Nah I ain’t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me Listen to this industry Niggas out with this celery. no flavor Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch Understand how they do surround sound [?] Just to make your things move about like modern kings Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw All my [?] better leave their business card You ain't got one man, you ain't about shit This is a new day, dawg We figured it out New age program Money makes no [?] No physical effort, work for no man See we enterprising nigga, this is just us And if you ain't there, well then nigga this is tough luckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** If You Don’t Stop[Intro: Cappadonna] Never seen nothing like that... She got a body like.... whatever Might have to just, try to like slip her my number In her pocket, like, bump into her Like I'm trying to pick-pocket her Diggiler, huh [Cappadonna] Beautiful black woman, red, yellow and white women I got the right woman, some niggas fight women I build foundations up, and I invite women I entice women, I love nice women That's gentle and kind, yo, I stimulate her mind And she stimulate mine, until she real freaky Women that love sex get real sneaky She had me crying when she crushed me, I should of known When she was with that nigga Jay, and she was fucking with me Never sold pussy to me, I was fucking her free Taking her garbage out for her, and sucking her feet Slobbing her down, hold her by her waistline while I'm crushing her cheeks When I'm done, I wipe her down and massage her physique My ghetto princess, ain't nothing sweet She straight lied in my face, yo, this one is for keeps Called police on me, plus she be fucking my peeps What kinda nigga want a bitch that cheat? [Chorus 2X: Born Divine] If you don't stop, with the games you play Girl, somebody's going to get played And it might be you... and it might be you... [Born Divine] One day, lady love caught me, tried to extort me For my heart and every peace of property Yeah, she necessary, but secondary to my garden nature She keeps her pussy like a soultaker Sexy fly black diva, with connect like genova Connections, my murial extensions, lights on in the Ac' Hoop' dog, not tinted, but I'm all up in it Sweating hard like a race for the senate She said she love my long verse with the hook in it To hit, marvelous, and she got hard when I spit Realest shit, not a trick Or your, average chick, she on her time Nine to five school, slow grind, no money And she never mind, she put in work for the kid That understand how I live, never sweating for time Plus she got her own crib, you little devious thing That came from my rib, you even got a man at home Laying up, in your bid, paying your bills Cuz you all up in this here, like some whisper it's Shaton You all up in this here, and I dare you To spit and tell the day that I raised the dead I bring the truth to life, girl, you like a best friend But you somebody wife, we gotta stop So this the last time tonight, so meet me at our spot So we can get it on, cuz a mountain to mourn When I hit to dawn, your boy Born [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** RevengeIf it's possible I'll step in your obstacles [Hook] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips [Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout [Hook] [Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle [Hook] [Freemurder] Yo we always had a eight on us Cold hands slingin niggas gotta pay on us Co-froze our whole shit so you can skate on us Niggas don't freeze long, start to rain on us I'm the type tah hold the mac with one hand Squeez that shit till the gun jam Flow sickly rhyme swettin I'm too ill Get blown quickly for two mills Ice pick ain't too real sing your nice six swing to kill Who runnin with the kid that brang me the pill? Who runnin with the kid I'm like stainless steel Frail nigga on some high and might, break your grill Showtime there's a joke time I poll on the box Poke lots of little holes in you like four little dots Become my doja and baloon swallow them rocks Shit out my profit hole by tommorrow you drop [Hook] [Cappadonna] There's a place out there where the enemies lurk In the woods try to burn down mamma's church No love, they came to spread hate The angels floried inside the pearl gates The world got dark, a earthquake Trembled the underneath of the feet of pedestrians Rain, drops fire and snowflakes Destroy homes that contain the mad evil All of God's children ran towards the ??? For all of those who did wrong to the ??? Their souls were cast out into the deep Bodies of the unholy covered the street And all of God's creatures ate them like meat Oh father have mercy on the weak The ones that can't see and the ones that can't speak The ones in the projects smokin that leaf Who lived through slavery, families got beat Bit by the dogs, shot by the police Screaming for justice, screaming for peace Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast Third world countries plus the Mid East We all gon die if the battles don't cease [Hook] X4EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Big BusinessFor real, for real... Yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land... Verse 1: (Cappadonna) I'm goin' all out, I love trout Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up, I tear mics up Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules I'm crusin' with the angels Goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that Graduation hats, bigger stacks Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic Hold ya'll like the Atlantic Pillage at your service Clubs start to get nervous Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips Packed with the info, join the revolution Slang prostitution, even if you boostin' Play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired A Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside Chorus - O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through Watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this Live this, thats how we conduct big business O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga When we come through, might have to jump on you 'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this Give this, thats how we conduct big business Verse 2: (Shyhiem) I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty Shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about Ya'll niggas is pussy, thats why ya'll get atein' out Niggas hate me now 'cause I be so jig my A.K.A. oughta be Shawn Carter My heart bigger than my ego, eho I put my heart on the line and hit both free throws Yeah, build with a parole hole Guzzle the old Gold with no bag, on the bliddock Holdin' the gliddock, you can't fuck with this shit ock Locks it down like JT from the mothafuckin' liddot S is for my Sons, H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns B is for the blood, bandanas, and the bidd-uns C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon We a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike I roll with niggas that stay in jail like Iron Mike I get hype, and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit Chorus Verse 3: (Cappadonna) God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling Felt like the Angels were fallin' But with this God given mic I restored the faith My love for the prophets keeps me safe See, I don't have to worry 'cause I know God is great If it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates No Bill Clinton, no United States Peep it, explore my mind like a secret If the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it So I give thanks and praise to the almighty The spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate All-time Cappacino the great A role model like Treach and Pepa Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett The way I think it, my songs speak to you You better stay focused and the beast won't eat you ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Tell the Truth[Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll [Verse 1. Lazy Bone] I'm praying on my mamma, on my grandma Imma live more I swear to keep it real -????????????? (until I'm dead and gone) Imma represent the struggle And Imma stay humble so until everybody rumble But you gotta hustle Imma keep it hood 'til the day I die An I'll make sure it's understood that I never lie I never make a deal with the devil and exchange for my soul The vanity, the sanity for fang that I know They get blind by the bright light, sold by the fast cars Lost in the night life, burned by the bad girl (Ain't this material world, such an infurious world?) But everybody wanna live it And they don't really care what they got to give up to get it The industry's infested with this evil with this spirit That's why this song on radio you'll probably never hear it But I still spit the real [Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, Imma keep it real with you You ain't building with me then I can't chill with you My mind is on getting that family right The industry don't care about your family life I pray to God that we always keep the family tight Tell the truth never sellin' out for the loop Never lie but I still wanna get high So hooded with it that's how we getting' by Yea, and this deceptional world I'm an exceptional pearl I'm always gonna be street, I always live what I speak And I ain't sayin' that I'm perfect But wickedness can't defeat my spiritual purpose I'm in a God, yo my soul ain't for purchase Hoping that I pray that everything was worth it [Chorus: Jay Rush] I swear to tell the truth I swear to never lie I swore to keep it hood until the day I die The praying that I fail The praying that I fall But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me I hope I hope I hope I hope I pray I pray I pray I pray That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Spit That G[Cappadonna] Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this If you got big dollars, Spit That G KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G If you gettin dough or whatever Whips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That G This is how we do it Word up, it's like this, check it out Check it out, yo [Chorus: Cappadonna (all)] If you got ladies (Spit That G) If you got endo (Spit That G) If you got currency (Spit That G) W.T.C. (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) More sex and money make the world go round Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now [Solomon Childs] Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff worker, R.C Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters My voice box run through tracks like wild cheetahs Champagne and catfish at the club, Geda's Janet Jackson figures, I'm on now Gucci sweaters for all of my niggas Calm braided, chrome rims Ghetto birds with pink Timb's A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's Sponsored by the Clan, see Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry Now tell me this ain't the thug life [Hook 2X: Suga Bang Bang] Talkin bout the good life Livin in da ghetto, wild [12 O'Clock] What happened to the fist fights, the MC battles, nigga? Slingin newspapers on the Verrazano Narrow Gettin off the fifth train on Carol to get wet Summertime sweat got me rockin short sets From the loaf tops, no socks, Hawaiian suits Tied nicely with the wooden spoon for the scoop Young girls playin double Dutch and hoola-hoops Cap'n Crunch and Fruit Loops, camels and goose boots It was the FUBU, the stripped Lee's, the Hoopty's Five dollar bag of weed's a real bag of weed A ki was at twenty g's, hurled one at dope fiends O.D., niggas throwin bricks at my click Now Giulianni got the state N.Y. locked like cuff Black Bad Boys gettin rich like Puff The Excursion truck need two spots on the parkin lot A stash box for the top, the lock [Prodical] Brook-nam, grace and charm, remain calm with chron's of Lebanon Black man author, green Leprechaun from Lexington P. Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun Smack the taste outta ya dunn, ya fam's on the run Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction Hype discretion with the right connection, recitin lessons But my wea-pon reign automatic projection Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection Old gold complexion, Sunn I'll swoll to perfection Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends Twenty-one-two, I get that money with the Wu Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew [Hook 4X] [Interlude: Prodical (Timbo King)] Eh-yo, let's talk about it (Let's talk about it) Eh-yo, we be about it, be about it Yo, we be about it (Killa Beez) We all about it, yo we all about it We all about it, we be about it Killa Beez, yo we all about it [Timbo King] Yo I slap money for the love of rap money Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom Watch and learn, block got lots of germ Straight like that, bake cake, ate like that Love to kill, I just hate like that Yo these guns yap bodies on it, ain't nobody want it Wide body six-hundred, brand new papers on it Front roast up, corner thugs roast up Mix the black with green, watch me mack the scene As a matter of fact, them caps gon' bang Brook-lawn pack those things, crack/cocaine [Chorus] [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Eye for an Eye[Intro: Money Grip] Uh... the pressure... Uh, this means war, yo... [Money Grip] I wear a size nine in my dress shoe Coincidently a nine's in my vest too, come and test two Big guns, hammer cock, go Mustang, yellow is banana top fold Cristine pics, six mean whips Three chicks, mother knowing, six mean tips Rock a nigga crew, silly, boom bye bye Black suits filling up the room, guy die Blunt and dry tied, getting sky high Lakers set a black code, doom side five Blacks back 'em up, like a stocked up single Cops packed 'em up, in his pocked up mingle Old school, new school, need to feel though Show, how I throw tool, niggas peel though Aim to cook a nine up, and get an eight spazzled Lame niggas sign up, and get your safe crashed though Who is that man, Mr. Gat Man Heat holding, do a nigga through his cat scan [Real Life] Flame thrower, who to blame, and your name don't show up Throw up, I'm blowing the dutch, my guns bust And you fucking with the wrong nigga, I blow a nigga Strong arm nigga, Vietnam nigga for sure Ain't no chore for the thing that I got, twin Glocks Forty five calo' slugs in hot rocks Fuck the cops, and anybody try'nna stop my team I rhyme hard for the love of the cream My sixteens, ain't nothing to doubt, gun butt, up in your mouth Real Life, up in your house Fuck an ounce, I need ten bricks, alotta chips Niggas think that they can pull my suits and do the steeze You'se a bitch, son, I'm try'nna get rich, now break your self Before I take ya health, it's gonna take a lot shoves to stop me And I ain't rocking or dealing with none of ya'll So respect these bars, or I'mma catch you at the park [Chorus 2X: King Just] We gon' live, die, get by, high Before I take this in, I'd rather a chair and fry Why, M.C.'s, always wanna try Homicide Hill, nigga, eye for an eye [King Just] Aiyo, I touch down, clutch crown, I brought back the New sound I see the circuses in town, you clowns Automatic live rounds, spit for my crown Living adverbs and nouns, my metaphors astound Leap over crowds, with one single bound If you need more, this the record store where it's found Yo, the low light, lounge, nigga, ask around Used to talk about me, now you wanna give my ass a pound Who select you clown, let loose the hound Fourth down to go, hit the hole for the touchdown Shake down to slow down, your projects to a ghost town Three mics, three strikes, new pitcher on the mound Rumble every round, still get beat down Your face lift is now pararrel to the ground Catch me on the rebound, if you can Mr. J-U-S, fucking your girl on candid cam' [Rush] Yo, I blow styles like Nikki Bonds blowing trial Guilty of a filthy freestyle and foul language Perfect strangers, mark this rap scene stainless Without a blemish, spend this from start to finish The mad chemist, create a rhyme like Frankenstein Then energy ever line without the lying We fertilize letters, bring words to life Preserve the life, to burn all you parasites back biting You hate hiking on my style, niggas wanna dick ride? Play the gate up, stay wearing knee high Might terrorize tracks, with terrorist traps Ask someone real, if I was kept sealed And if revealed, skills explode like Oklahoma Put the spicy niggas in comas, sniff the aroma The sweet smell of success, farewell to your flesh My style's so sick it was put on bed rest God bless, if you try to test my commitee My hood is all good, but then again it's all even I see you live a little stable, violate and shit'll turn fatal Meet my trigger finger friend napal Clown, you walking on shaky grounds The shit's violent, and niggas bust lyrical roundsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Life’s a Gamble[Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, when we writing, yo, shit is like the vice laws Fighting everybody wet, Lex dog, vibe on biting necks There goes the new hammer, microwave blamp, from the stove to the roads Down in New Hampshire, brolic size, wallet guys Frame broiled shotties, with the Ducati's, my pockets is set Now watch what you rep, I've been buying niggas heads Wall crawler, Captain Caveman, in the hall scrawling Money is stacked up, better than yours Do with the rappers, clap niggas, slap 'em, and car jack 'em Everything niggas is serving, is crack, what, preferebly Kelloggs You just a goldmine, yup, cereal bowls of heroin Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds, say something Niggas fronting while we doubling, pump 'em And lay 'em right in front of the steps The new Mark Cuban, Mavericks, we moving like Arabics Faces is wrapped, crosses on like Catholics Blend to the music, it's all in the game [Chorus: Ratchet] Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game [Verse 2: Ratchet] Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines Posted up on the strip, fishing like bitches hoeing Blowing like Jesse Owens, run laps around these tracks And I stay up in the hood like, weed and cracks Damn right, I still pack the strap, duck if I whip it out But if I whip it out, you're people will be picking out A coffin and a tombstone, park 'em in the graveyard Prayers and a leap of faith, probably couldn't save ya'll That's the path of bravhearts, clap you in the hallway Turn two o's that soft, into three the hard way Move the diesel all day, shut it down in night time That's when the undercovers buy, in night time Move to the forefront, Ratch' had the store front First I had two goals, now I got more front Bitch I been G'd up, put a O in front of that Keep them bitches ski'd up, blowing off each other's back [Chorus: Ratchet] Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Heavy white ice, gold ornaments, hustle and life Hustle and light, good wit the pill Be at all the tournaments, stroll in the beach Out in Luv Allah, we love all of ya'll Killah Hill, Staten Africa, rap massacre Make a phone call, have niggas get at cha Rat ya, two double nines in the back of the Acura, it's a Don thing Don King, Don bitches under the ring We don't ever sing, raps get cut in the bing Posse up, see me the Beemer or Benz truck Reppin' that W, it's trouble for you Knife through ya bubble goose, veterans loose, 39 on the deuce Pick it up, stick it up, niggas is thinking to bust Breaking these states for they cake, you know what it do What's up, Goldie? Niggas wanna march, hanging wit Jody Street Flavor click, roll thicker than shit We the upmost, faggot niggas get bitched Smacked wit the toast, crackin' the line in the coke Niggas'll cutthroat, cutthroat, infered on top of the scope Crack in the dial, mixed with soap, Killah Island...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Somebody’s Got to Go[Intro: Cappadonna (Lounge Lo)] I'll break that nigga face in, right there (I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle (Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers (Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles (Right right) Nigga, we eat tracks for a living (Tell him again, Don) The beats ananymous Ya'll niggas is taking up space, straight up Snatching one of ya'll niggas up from the background Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets The new movies that's out right now, with the fucking... People on the juggle, straight up and down [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Ayo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of To send him, I hit 'em when I'mma getter The fat rhyme spitter, heavy with the flow Somebody got to go, somebody got to know I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster Five broker, face poker African rice, fish head, a little ocra I get folker, Staten Oprah, CD poster He's a vulture, knowledge culture Eat kosher, end of the day, do what I'm 'posed ta Somebody got to go I get closer, the show roaster Lounge'll rope ya, Stone Gang niggas'll smoke ya Somebody gotta gosta! [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go" [Verse 2] Somebody gotta go, I spit flow That shit that make you wanna get dough If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow Ya chick slow, might see Don with a thick ho My click come you better be out T.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead Throw darts, come off the head, break bread Park Heeze, get greasy, we doin it easy Brains in the 5 yeah they always please me Try but can't freeze me, I'm too hot for MTV Burn ya TV, niggas cee me as P-I Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard Chicks give me head, B! [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go" [Verse 3] Incredible flows, athletical blows ACG's on my feet, supply heat Fry beefs, all my guys eat We in here, Chambermusik take your cream Honor Management, live your dream Somebody got to go - get that steam Clear the block off, run fast, hold your bean Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen Rated R, hood superstars, great green in jars The streets is ours, we beating the odds Roll out, heat in da cars, from deep in the garage Put beef in the broadz, put skeet in they bras Me and my man, yo, we just cheating the laws [Hook: Sample] "Somebody's got to go" "Somebody's got to go" "I can't stand this jive no longer" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's—" "Somebody's got to go"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** War Rats[Verse 1] Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage Live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against Pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation Cats got the puff powder dance Underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot Speak at the ones on top At the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real Whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you The struggle is official with this Chill cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers We rock those real black leather bombers For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills Ya'll better be still My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin I put the work in, any predictament In fact it don't matter to me The rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency But rock beautifully, no security with me Hard times and prophecy One idea, two children and three for virginity Pure energy whenever you confront me I'mma take yours, star wars [Hook] Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam (repeat Chorus) [Verse 2] The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now Let the Teck blow now More Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies Blocks where the Babies pick locks And Women make love to other Women It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons No more cold war, it be the poor ones No radio play, from the hallway to the doorway They banned us, cease to understand us Rap criminals segregated, player hated Underrated, project recipients Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer Photographs with the Hummer A young dumber, bound to get dumber I speak the real CB, pillage monopoly Talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB O.T.F., a bag of Uno Sixty I love how the weed get me See me whole style tricky Gats under the table, the tables turn now Life is too short and too foul Fake Brothers will get exiled Staten Island style, chicka-Pow! [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3] I drop paragraphs of information My mind starts racin' I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed I start to attack on every track when I react Dancehall style, ain't nothin' nice I came to regulate, Cappachino the great Comin' from all sorts of angles I close in, my team be the chosen Authorized like a hat tucked in You get sucked in, catch a repurcussion and crushed in Paralyzed, open your eyes, it's us again O.T.F. hit you like the blow of death Pulled while you was 'sleep With or without the gold teeth Crunch and lounge, Q guardin' the door It's like Comstock, we in the Belly similar to clock Boys to Men buildin', in the street Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat Thugs smoke leek, it's like the penile in the ghetto Palmetto, chocolate trees, crying Babies Rabies to the ringworm, take a turn and get burned Tryin' to be this, realness Shaolin barracks is very high tempered Sensed it in the water sorrounded by the fairy boats Hallways with pissy cut throats We forever live, gotta protect the orphanage The beast men, learn to fight back with the poilcemen Star Wars...Star Wars [Hook] - 3xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Save the Children[Intro: Cappadonna] Whateva, whateva man I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up [Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X) [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the +Black Boy+ video? Bring +Run+ back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks [Chorus 1.5X] [Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I sold my bread So ya meet my new friend, Mr. Up-On-The-Ten Then are ready to bust, let me load again And the play gon sting, just like stealth bomber Refuel the jet, because me loose me venom Jewels we do, and refuse not to sin And when I come hotter, don't work for Jah Hittin though we gettin, well that's the word is dark Brother gettin children, some lovin the hard [Chorus 2X] [Culture] A mighty God is with us [Cappadonna] Intelligent minds, encounters of the third kind Trapped behind enemy lines, youth life on the line Devils keepin us blind if it wasn't for Divine Contracts wouldn't be signed, save the children It's like a chop shop inside the buildin No second guessin, I'm confessin In the club females are undressin Little ones with the sexual affection need correction too For too many years, shippin us upstate Plantin drugs on us, the children ain't safe Broke down our families, then they build gates Sow holes in our brain like life is an earthquake Stole our language so we couldn't meditate Even in the schools where the teachers taught hate Falsify history, everythin is fake Use your third eye when you dealin with snakes Let freedom ring, Born Love Allah, see the king Save the children is the song I sing While I'm layin in the struggle absorbin the sun rays Holdin the children in the last days We're livin like slaves, modern day style Save the children, make em cry for me now Save the children, make em cry for me now [Outro: Culture] Cry for me now, no sight killin Yagga yaw, them try kill me now Yagga yaw, dem cry for me now Save the children, Dem cry for me now Ya all pigs, you nah You ya, yea yea, God is with us Bad man nah know, cry for me now, blaow! [Skit Outro: Cappadonna (?)] Yo, man, I ain't got nothin to say to ya niggas, man Word up, just get the album or get the fuck lost (Be like, fuck it I'm done) Yeah, (God bless, good night)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Struggle With This[Intro: Cappadonna] (... it's like I'm back in the guts, the worlds The streets, the projects, it's always a struggle No matter what you do) Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this [Verse 1: Cappadonna] All ya'll fake ass niggas, what you know about this? Album after album, like I don't give a shit And you still writin', you ain't flippin' no bricks And you got a big mouth, but you ain't go no hits You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover? You never had a whip, you never had no chips You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits Smoke greens with ya'll niggas, come on, get a grip Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?) Deep down inside you wanna be like me And get a little more fame and a little more pussy But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt That's the reason why ya'll niggas can't work.. Yo, yo, come on, ya'll, struggle with this [Chorus: Cappadonna] We up early in the morning, and all night We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life! [Interlude: Cappadonna, (King Just)] Yeah, come on ya'll, struggle with this Come on ya'll, struggle with this Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math') [Verse 2: King Just] I'm rarely seen, cuz I'm out, chasin' my dreams Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen Mitch Green niggas all get punched in they eye Challengin' the champ, like I won't take their pride Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried Comply, or you'll be assassinated I'm dated and faded, download it and save it I made it, easier for the media So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia Stay weeded up, like the kettel gettin' headed up Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine Optimus shine, here to decline your slot time Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine And if my ass get left back, I'mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines And define definition of an M.C Tempt me, I ain't got a lot to give, I got plenty Since you went from 103 to 104 Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more From shore to shore, I laid down my law And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie I ain't gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular I could see through binoculars that you've been watchin' us Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant [Interlude: King Just, (Cappadonna)] Come on ya'll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right) Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up) K.J. all day, Donnamite (get fucked up) Come on ya'll, struggle with this [Chorus: Cappadonna] We up early in the morning, and all night We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life! [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya'll struggle with this [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I've been strugglin' a few years, now I'm back All ya'll stupid muthafuckas best to learn how to act I ain't here to rap with you or here to clap with you Cappadon', I'm just back on the map with you Plus I'm gettin' it hot, ya'll hatin' ass niggas not gettin' a lot Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block Know you can't get down, nigga, what you got? Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block With the Glock, told them niggas in Crimestock Hold ya head, it's gonna pop Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top Like one in the dome, nigga, we refuse to stop Don't get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop But the heat's still rising and ya'll gonna get it It's me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted And my goretex shit with the FUBU knitted And I'm coming back for all ya'll niggas that shitted Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off Run from Don, I tear the wax off Osama Island, nigga we been wildin' Struggle with this, come on ya'll, fuck talent! [Outro: Cappadonna] Struggle with this, put that work in Come on ya'll, struggle with this Homicide Hill, come on ya'll, grizzly Struggle with this...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Born in N.Y.C.[Cappadonna] I was born in New York City, September 18th In a Jewish hospital in Brooklyn, my body was clean I was known as a bastard child, and my pop left early Muthafucka, I ain't know his style I was raised by my step-dad, that's my father A good married man, plus kept a revolver Taught me not to hit ladies out, I don't really need 'em Never trust 'em hoes, know how to read them And my step-father split, I was out on my own I was only 17, but I thought I was grown I sold crack before I got my hands on the chrome At the same time, I had chicks giving me dome My girl claiming she virgin, not wanting to bone I did a one-to-three for cracks, and I came back home Seeded my girl up, but I was still on the roam I was out in Body Brighton, straight marking holmes Me and my nigga RSC, that's my doolah debt brother We held each other down, watch out for undercovers Eight months later, got knocked again Praying the lord lift me up, I got dropped again Cops took my crack money, stopped again Then they put me in the cell, and they locked me in My good girl turned savage, and she whopped my friend I did the bid, came down on work release Cut my girlfriend off, start working the streets Hustlin', doing whatever so my seed could eat My girl didn't get along, we always had beef Me and my seed relationship started to get weak Rapping at the same time, started to get deep My life got crazier, then I out stand it A year and a half later, my crib is surrounded I slipped off lovely, now I'm up in the Bronx One the Grand Concourse, that's up in New York Police scaring my mother, and they was calling the fort Harassing my peoples, cuz they want me in court So I turned myself in, they staight sent me to Sing-Sing I ain't new to this shit, though, I be doing my thing-thing So I did my violation, kid, nine in the mohawk Where niggas cut niggas and them dogs show off I bugged out for a minute, they put me in the box Kid, I did my time in jail, I carried my ox Never fronting where I come from, I carried my block Now I'm back on the set, and my darts is hot Same time my Wu-Tang niggas started to pop I was battling these MC's, way before that joint called Ice Cream Land, and you couldn't understand, how I claim my spot Razor Sharp Records signed me up, straight off cop I was shooting videos now and mixing the drinks Me and my dogs Rae & Ghost dropped a joint called Cuban Linx Mad groupie love, minage's and minks On the down low, my rep started to get bigger Everybody that didn't know me was like "whose that nigga?" Next thing you know, here comes The Pillage Hit you in the head, ramsack ya village Way before you rappers, turned into killers The Five Percent Nation had the game on Knowledge of Self To showin' all of ya niggas how to get the dollars for delf A lot of ya'll smart niggas went to college for health But I'm ghetto all of my life, my cards were dealt Might slump you over my paper, fuck the belt I'mma keep spittin' my darts, til my words are felt Poppy Wardrobe King, ya'll ain't know how to dress I told ya'll in Winter Warz, I was Staten Island's best Never told you the story though, I was taking a rest How I started blowing up, niggas getting upset Yo, I'm known as Original, in my projects I'm known as Cappadonna, in my projects And I'm try'nna write something, my readers could digest The Yin & Yang came different, I began to fall Problems with my click, it's no longer all for all Me and my Baltimore niggas, ready to brawl So we slipped up in the gate, like Taj Mahal The Clan was on the stage, they was holding the ball Then Ghost gave me the mic, my verse got avoided Me, Dust Dap' and Ed, was paranoided The money might of made it, but the money destroyed it The rumors circled how the Clan, they dissed Summer Jam Rose up against the system, we all got banned Some of the lost generation don't know who I am I'm on that Theodore shit, like I told you I can From crack sales to grams, the guns, the fams Weeds, the ecst' pills, plus crushin' the fans I see where them idiots be tuckin' they hands That's why I'm always on the grind, never ducking my plansEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Mamma[Intro: sample] “What ya said to me… about me…” “What ya said to me… said so…” “Said so much… said so much you just up…" [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you For helping me write this dart And if it wasn't for you ma' I would've never had a start Cause you taught me how to read Taught me how to take my time and never speed Taught me how to hold my neck back when my nose bleed I love you Mamma, espescially for the fact That you ain't have to take my shit While I was in the streets, whylin' out, jugglin' bricks Hustlin', sellin' crack, catchin' 'em vicks I love you Mamma, cuz in the Bricks That's just how it gets [Chorus: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me, yeah, that's what's up You taught me how to keep shit real and when my gun bust Keep it low, keep on the go Just incase keep peepin' the Po Mamma loco, yeah kid yeah that's my true nigga I beat ya ass for actin' up know what to do nigga My moms and your moms might've went to school nigga When Pops left Moms was the disciplinary She taught me how to love them women and pop they cherry Take money, cut time and stab Jerry Plus I remember what you said to me Mamma and I don't have to worry Dear Mamma, after work meet me at the Ferry [Chorus: Cappadonna] Dear Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart [Verse 3: Cappadonna] You know I love you Mamma jJust because you my true team You rose me as a real King somethin' for the Queen That's why I always stay focused, keep my nose clean Watch over my family, whoever intervene Fuck all y'all niggas, tryin' to stop my dream Block my cream, Mamma I'll pop my steam Just how you taught me, Mamma bail me out Jakes still caught me, Thank you Mamma, I'll make ya a lil' coffee The things that you said to me, it hit my mind softly You a strong woman, and Mamma won't abort me We used to live in Brooklyn, but you SI New York'ed me [Chorus: Cappadonna] Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that Mamma, I'm really missing you, I really miss youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** I Don’t Even Know You[Intro during Chorus: Cappadonna] Uh, yeah! Yo! [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Peep the scene, remember Cappadon' from Ice Cream I got my nice clean, my ice beam, my nice jeans Pillage For Life Team, we fight schemes, we bite Beans We mic fiends, we the light means We be ignitin' the scenes, we be enlightin' the teens Spicin' up my mental cuisines, my blunt steams My stunts screams, I hunt the princess and I hunt Queens Get a Dutch and I dump my greens No seeds in my weed, it's like tangarines But I'm spaced out, muthafuckas, and I'm dope fiends [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, I'm back on the set, like me and the kid LuLu Fuckin' with the ill hoes that eat doo-doo Dressed up Manhattan style, walkin' the poodle They put period blood inside noodle On a curious tip, they drop voodoo That's why when we see a bitch, man, we like "Yo, bitch, who you?" You know my style, my whole crew keep a nice shoe Original Don', slut, do you [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Yo, I'm a hot piece, my top piece, they top crease I knock beef, I drop teeth, I lock heat I boxbeats, I rock cleats, I stop sheets I pop a ecst', and I pop treats, my clock beeps With the pussy, my cock meets, my block creeps Shockin' ya peeps, my police gut is wop ya niece We big niggas and we like broccoli's Never let the Ox' leak, we top cheeks [Chorus: Cappadonna] I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know you I don't even know youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Hustle & Flow[Cappadonna] I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough Used to sell tour raps at the 1-6-Oh Got caught wit the raps up under my coat Feds locked me up, on the Staten Island Ferry Boat Alot of niggas used to stuff they raps wit soap Yo, I hustle all the time like I'm pushing the dope Got rap like an E pill, rap ecstasy Yo, the rap shit, kinda like sex to me When I bust one nut on the M-I-C Hustle for the neck nut, never hustle for free Yo, I flow wit the hustle when I spit my G Aiyo, I, am, hustle & flow I'm a hustler, hustle mad rap wit GZA We shoot you wit that shit, that make you shiver Fiends line up, flows that attack the liver Suffocating in your vein like dirt in the river Nigga taught Cap rap, that broke the cow's back You high all night like where those dudes at? Narco's on our tail, running fast in the building trynna block our sale We got raps coming out our ass Hustle and flow, nigga, rap in a stash Bring those bottles back, get that cash Rap re-up, two get a nigga three up Hustle all night, baseheads still be up Staten Africa, niggas catch malaria Raps stuffed in my sock, watch out nigga Yeah, he's the carrier I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough I, am, hustle & flow I do whatever I do to get that dough Sell rap under the trees, in the Congo Some Puerto Rican stashed rap in the bongo Don Kaneesh, sell raps, take the risk I got lawyer, track down all my shit So just in case you wanna cop more heavy None of ya'll rappers don't have to worry Cuz I'm good wit the hustle and my flows is crack Yeah, I'm talking bout rap, jeans, hoodies & Nikes I see the pigs coming when they flash the lights Now get dough, I am hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow Aiyo, hustle everywhere, hustle rap like ki's Anywhere I hustle my rap, I watch for D's Dickhead niggas try to bite my steeze Stop trying to sell your raps around my blocks Yo, your shit sound garbage and you making it hot You ain't hip hop, nigga, ya'll rap is pop Yo, my flow so good, I might get me a spot Niggas don't want me to come up, the hustle is lethal I sell it to the kids, I love the people My shit sound crack like cooked up blow I told ya'll, I am hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow I, am, hustle & flow Hustle my raps, kid, everywhere I go I, am, hustle & flow Do whatever I do, to get that dough, hollaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Speed Knotz[Intro: Cappadonna] Hold me down yall Smitty, Yo that Smitty right there Ohh shit they murked Smitty, Yo, Get up Ohh shit, Yo, Niggas murked Smitty Staten Africa, Put your hands up [Cappadonna] The wrath of God through a deadly mic, I bring life Touch the blind and bring sight to em Killa Bees on the swarm I get Devils to fight through em Staten Africa, It's no turning back, It's a massacre Fire and Brim Stone, Ja Rule Thirty-six chambers of bangers unite for the fight Get your mind right, The armor of God crush your phasod Allah Ho Akbar, Hit you real hard, Snow flakes the size of ice balls Graffiti on the walls like hieroglyphics, Time ticks Nobody know the hour, God Cipher Divine, Fetal through the lines Knowledge of signs, Chaos of the world, Famine and pestilence Burn an incense, It's intense, We found the evidence And finger prints on the army tents, U.F.O.'s in the conference To guard my circumference, Spear forcefully Watch out, Spies in your house, Yo you best get out [Interlude: Cappadonna, (Sample)] Come on, Uhh, This one is like a fresh salad (Shaolin shadow boxing, If what you say is true The Shaolin could be dangerous) To all of my dun-duns [Percise] I don't like to bend my knees, I spit metaphors and similes Against wars, Rims, And Bentley's, And although they do tempt me Still I practice self and represent what is left Of the truest E-M-C-E-E I don't look down my nose, I never mug, Frown, Or pose I just take control of the dispersed black soul Then cock back let it go, Didn't re-cop at a store Just let it bang, Spit the slang, Never let these niggas know In a freeze I go face, Even when the World got me dazed I show face And never would I ask for your praise, I'm too humble and soo shy But never take my kindness for weakness I'm still rep'n South Side til I die Cross my heart and swear to live, I gotta do it for the kids And the greatest of all time and don't know what time it is I use thirty-six chambers to wake em up Labody and Cappadonna slap you with nunchucks like pssshhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** A-Alike B-Alike C-Alike[Intro] Wut' up world this is Cappadonna I'm back in the buildin', I'm chillin' Big up to my offspring and all of them Starlita and my little daughter and all of them, Starsia Ya know what I'm sayin', Caprice My homie squad, little Garret Jr Ya know what I'm sayin', original Tayzeen, Angelo Vaughn My man Supreme, ya know what I'm sayin' We in here, straight up, yo.. [Verse 1] Somebody gotta tell me that the world gonna end Everythin' we doin' now gonna come to an end God created us likewise, men and women Three fourths of earth's surface has got shit swimmin' in it But now to self preventative truth every minute The mind is infinite, I detect no limit Can't poison the gods, we see through your gimmicks Mind detects mind let the little star shine A-alike reflect light got the cure for swine Educate, wise up, never fallin' behind Love hella right, yeah took a fall one time But I'm back to retract all the right and exact Add on to light bill power, niggas subtract Got caught in the serious act, Allah akhbar I've seen sins and they're foreheads scarred Tried to take away my happiness, but I studied too hard I'm like new music right now, good in the yard Hate the belly in three separate rate in our squad 360 degrees we form and revolve All the way around the world then them back in them tall?? carts Bringin' in the high science like good report cards [Chorus] A-alike, B-alike, C-alike, reflect light Young brothers growin' up gotta respect right You can neva' be a part of this, with you to neglect tight All you gotta do is read and you could perfect sight [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] Let your mind absorb the energy as I convince thee Dig deep down inside yourself and set yourself free Get set yourself apart from which you used to be And get used to me, yeah I speak the truth from what I see Understand clearly, say it loud so the planet hear me Hip-hop nigga for real, knights and all that Do-rags tied to tha' back, know you could feel that Baggy jeans flow that'll rip the cordless Fit yo' hat shit that make you get on tha' floor quick Hard knock life, Rock the Bells kinda vibe Like Vibe magazine, mad colors and rides Killa bees on the swarm, all my brothers is wise You know I love hip-hop and it gets me high So when the zoo lit, all my fans know when I'm fried And I'm still somethin' where the beat's at, so I could build somethin' Few thoughts slayin', I'mma start to kill somethin' No matter how it go down, I keep the feel jumpin' [Repeat Chorus 2x] [Outro] To all my dawgs man, just pumpin' that iron Word up, keepin' that rice in that pot Single arrowsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** My Gang[Born Divine] Yo, your boy Born back, one hot track Another masterpiece for all my hood niggas The sting in the street, trying to survive, man We gotta get right and take care of fam So we hustle son, and play the block heavy I never snitch and never ran, when the chops sweat me I earn my stripes, listen, from the streets to prison Niggas know me, dog, and my divine mission I got the game now, like me and money green On the compound, yo, this a lock down And yea as clear as dawn and harm city Born Reppin' B-More for life, with that heat drawn I'm bout to take off boy, light years gone Lightspeed on, I breeze by, like whooo The way you going, to the top, man I can't stop fam, can't you niggas, tell? Look at this cartel, we moving weight now My CD's jamming like they told vows My flow so different, with so many styles Plus my voice ill, you boys better chill Cuz my fam kill, shhh, don't squeal Wheels peel out, and the darkness appear Like roaches when they see the lights You better get it right, cuz we ain't come to fight, ight? [Cappadonna] Sick with the flows, I spit for hoes I grind everyday, fuck cheeks in they holes Spark my yae, I'm still ghetto, with t-shirts Jeans hard and stiff, I don't give a fuck Shit, my Skwad is thick, we don't fall back Fuck, we in charge of the shit, fly suit, red Havana Joe's Muslim oil, I'm hood, nigga, what? Man, you know I'm spoiled New York City, what, you know I'm loyal Baltimore City, I got love for you Popped off the first time that I ever saw you Murdaland mixed with New York music It's something in the cosmic, making me use this I move slick, jump over cunts, prostitutes bitch Get up to my hair, the grooves is a bitch The Better Life, more papers, hoes and fishsticks Biscuits, sneak 'em in the club, icepicks Me and Clayborne, yo, we keep us a nice chick The police they ain't got us in they vicegrips [Little Clayway] Chilling in a nice whip, staying on some real shit Look kid, we got skills to pay the bills, and eat a meal, for real Even if a nigga gotta get killed I'mma get mine, fuck standing in that checkline, waiting on the government I'd rather grab the tech nine, fuck, go through hard times All the time, it's rough on the brother Got the d's, to stick up hoes and my baby mother Not a lover, I gotta use the rubber with the chick Can't trust her, child support sending me case numbers Game is sour, streets going under Uh, money is power, we ain't getting younger Yo, I'm like a lion with a five day hunger And I shine like the sun, in the middle of summer Uh, give me a beat and I flip that Start a record label and show you how I did that Give me some dat, you know it cost niggas some stacks Plus a nigga did it from scratch Used to be pushing them cracks, when a nigga had BBS's on the Ac', caught a flashback Grown now, speaking on facts Still talk slow when I rap, my nigga Cap My nigga Born in the back Wu-Tang, Clayway, what's fucking with that? [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] My gang gon' kick ya'll ass My gang gon' kick ya'll ass My gang gon' kick ya'll ass And stomp ya'll niggas out [Outro: DJ Fontane] Yeah, the Better Life Movement Masterminds Productions Your boy DJ Fontane, Clayway Records You know how we hold it down Wu-South, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** That Staten Island Shit[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, Check it out man All yall dudes, And all yall chicks Pay that money at the door, Getting searched Don't try to place the razor under the sneaker Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo Cause I can see you, Diglah, Yo, Check it out Up in the club like what You know what it is man, Me and my whole clique, Yo [Chorus: Lounge Lo] It's that club type shit, That make you nice It's that Henny in that cup without that juice and ice It's that gang banger shit, That make you bleed This that Staten Island shit, Yo that smack a weave [Cappadonna] Ayo, All in the club like what, Balling it up Bebe Con Dunks, Strut when I step in the cut Got my eyes on honeys and I'm feeling they stuff Me and my man Luck Star yo we back in effect Got them hard ass beats like we packing a tech And everybody in the joint steady breaking they neck Got thugs in the back mixing greens with wet Moe spilling on my clothes and the party is set I go for real all night til the sun start to rise And I'm back on the block again flipping them pies Me and my man Luck Star bagging all of the chicks While they getting they eagle on yo we hop on they tits Make em lean back some more on they can hop on the stick And nobody can stop us, We caught in the mix Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks Grab sweeties by the waistline, Rubbing our shit Come on tell me that you like my moves Go baby girl, Tell me how you like my grooves Got baggy jeans on with my Timberland shoes Ride honeys from the back and they loving the cruise Step right to my business, Any shorty I choose Put it all up in her dress with she shake in her shoes Me and my man Luck Star stay thug'n em out Kiss em while they on the dance floor yall Straight bug'n em out Got haters on the sideline, Cussing em out Can't wait to get em home, Start bust'n em out If they don't wanna act right, Start smut'n em out Make em drink more Henny, Start gut'n em out Rock a big fat chain, King Tut in the house You can't knock Don, That's what the hustle about [Chorus] [Cappadonna] I need a chick that can shake her ass, She know how to move Got plenty of cash, Got the glow like Stacey Dash In the buggy eyed Benz, Keep a Glock in the stash Rock Perry Ellis, Liz Claiborne slacks With a body like Eve and her ass is fat Always down for a nigga, Never giving it up You know her stuff stay tight while we living it up Take trips out to Paris yo, Sip'n it up Dine at the ill spots, Yo we tip'n it up I take two or three chicks, Not giving a fuck Call little clay waist, Start pack'n the truck It's like that, Take a cruise and I'll be right back All the chicks on the block wanna know where I'm at I like em classy, All the way down to hood rat With your Timberland boots on, Scarf to match Army fatigue with your tight jeans, Face is means Getting the type of chick tryna make my Queen And it really don't matter to me Cause I'm looking at your ass and that shit got fatter to me [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo, Throw me that four-four Booger Foot CityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Street Flavor[Intro: Cappadonna (Rush)] Uh-huh (yeah) uh-huh (my fuckin' Street Flavor) Fuckin' ping-pong head (Ratchet Rush) Street Flavor (fifty-one, thirty-six) Street Flavor Ya new neighbor, nigga (give it to ya niggas one time) Betcha jump up on my dick now, shit is bonkers... You fucking idiot [Rush] Wicker man, trigger man, post on top of the hill Get a Gram', flip a grand, try and hop through a mill If I blew the steele, concealed at the top of my sweats I pop you for real, aim for the top of your chest Fuck the respect, power's all I need today In that LC Lex so I can speed away, you know? I don't think so, I didn't expect you to You got powers, plus cops posted next to you Listen to the cash flow, rap flow like Fidel Castro, asshole, dude you get in the shell Oooh, we sippin' the L, cee-lo, blowin' sticky-sticky Navigator posted, sittin' high on them mickey-mickeys Watch 'em drop fifty in yo city, from that icky-icky Calico, strip 'em shells through your whole residential See only presidents be blowin' spliffy like a rasta wit me That chopper with me, pop a copper just for actin' iffy Leave 'em stank and pissy, Cali pearl handle murder murder Burn by my sermon, I'mma hurt 'em when I turn it on 'em Steady serving on 'em, swervin' 'on 'em in that fishy-fishy V12, Lex drop, blow ya top, tippy-tippy [Cappadonna] I destroy mics quick, leave parties crippled Get down on the track, just sweat and ripple Start commotion when I rap, my steeze'll get you Only if you hood for real, my steeze hit you Butterfly fuck niggas, bees'll sting you Niggas that sling dope, I hope the d's don't get you Stay on the low, kid, breeze with the pistol For all my real niggas get g's with the pistol Hold your hood down, nigga, cheese is the issue Raise your guns up, nigga, squeeze and let loose [Rush] Ready quickly niggas know I gets busy Made 'em lifty-lifty off the ground When the pound hit, at a miscy muffler's rap It ain't no sound bitch, now remy marty, marty crown With the light Bacardi, now I wanna fight somebody Nigga, pass the shotty-shotty, twizzy twelve gauge Mossberg with the stocks off, shoot ya block off With the mack when I pop off, fuck the drop off Take the paper straight to papi papi I've been cookin' cutter that's pitching on your blocky blocky Snitches try to stop me, sending word to the copy copy But I'm never sloppy, so I beat it, nigga watch me, watch me Like a big screen, fifty inches in the living room Just consider moves, that I make, type forbidden dude Niggas tend to do, what they see, like a baby baby Sonny acting shady with three eighties on they lady lady Maybe they won't play from a distance, lizzy long range This is strong game, like Gotti tephlon frame You stepped on chains, just respected to the Pocono's Cappa smoking bones, of that sticky-icky malibu Bizzy green as a moon, no, we gon' throw it up Put it in the air, Don pizzy P, Mo' it up [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, nigga, Street Flavor 4-4-3-3-0-6-9-7-6-2, nigga, we do what we gotta do Ratchet Rush, nigga Don Don, what's up Goon Squad Hooligan...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Cap’s Back Again[Malcolm X sample] When you study the historic nature of revolutions You may change your goal and you may change your mind Look at the American Revolution in 1776 That revolution was for what? For land Why did they want land? Independence How was it carried out? Bloodshed Number one, it was based on land, the basis of independence And the only way they could get it was bloodshed You don't have a peaceful revolution You don't have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution There's no such thing as a nonviolent revolution [Cappadonna] The hard times, tough pain, heavy rains coming down on me (Cap's back again) Up all night, sleeping in the streets, life ain't treating right (Cap's back again) A fatherless child, escaped from work release, and plus blew trial (Cap's back again) Reptiles in the BM-Dub, lizards and fake wizards (Cap's back again) The dirty staircase, pissy hallways, I'm in the grind, always (Cap's back again) Twisted ass record deal, spiritual albums, I feel like Malcolm X (Cap's back again) Cab driver status, wild baby mothers, two sisters and two brothers (Cap's back again) Two tours with Ghost, the chrome toast, no calls from Rae (Cap's back again) Fall off, then I get back on, ya'll best to be warned (Cap's back again) From bum to rich, broke, back to fly again, baby what's what? (Cap's back again) The ill rapper, try'nna feed my triplets and still flip on this shit (Cap's back again) From New York to Baltimore, I'm coming hard, no matter what, kid, I still want more (Cap's back again) Cats is still sleeping on me, but so what, cuz these streets put a beating on me (Cap's back again) Two Benzes, Cadillac truck, head in the whip, still living it up (Cap's back again) I'm in the projects for life, pain so deep that it cut like a knife (Cap's back again) I'm going all the way with this, and to them stupid reptiles That admit they did this (Cap's back again) None of ya'll cats can see me, ya'll got it mixed up when you see me on MTV (Cap's back again) Forever pushing the pain, never fall back, it's like I'm pushing the train (Cap's back again) Fronts in the mouth, ACG's, golden brown army fatigues (Cap's back again) Momma in the housing, I'm trying to make thousands, what you gonna do now? (Cap's back again) Fake cats never show 'em no love, when I see 'em, yo, I'm throwing slugs (Cap's back again) It's all over for dudes, the time is now, Staten Island side chika-pow! (Cap's back again) [Outro: Cappadonna] Ping pong with this... It's how I be beating your head against the words... Diggaler, Deini, yo... Respect the king..., the first... Uh-huh, Staten Island stand up... Straight up and down, right here This is Tyzeen street music Crack barrels of rap... get 'em... yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Money, Cash, Flows[Intro: Lounge Mode] Walk with us... Code:Red, speak up [Lounge Mode] I'mma set it from the front of the door and let it be known That I'm, settin' it straight and I'm comin' back home Cuz I told ya'll, the tank top hustle a lot But I'm a little dude and I still muscle the block [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, we comin' for the blocks, the aves and the streets The team stay on the grind cuz the fam gotta eat Dimes get bagged and sealed like it was work And ain't nothin' safe get ya teflon shirt [Remedy] Street life, drugs shit, money comes in bundles Thug shit, and terratorial rumbles Guns and in vintage, Don sweaters We love phat whips, exotic bitches, new Code:Red leathers [Cappadonna] Aiyo, my hood hate theyself The bitches love Don', cuz they mate theyself And niggas can't snake me, so they snake theyself And they just pussy to me, they rape theyself and they take theyself [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, it's busy on the strip and they ain't too much rule So how many M.C.'s must I consume? Open up a nigga like a pussy womb So nigga, call ya orangutang Goons and baboons [Remedy] Who the fuck are you? That'll crew with me and two Maybe more, can't come, fuck, kick down your door, son You can have beef and not know it Some gas in a bottle with a rag, then light it and throw it [Cappadonna] We love, grindin' the honies and makin' the moneys Toss it up, lovely, breakin' the twenties And broke crews for a rap song, bakin' the sunnies Lay back lovely, shakin' the bunnies [Lounge Mode] It's the reason why they put me here, to blast off Cuz the rap game suck and I'm ready to crash course With an O-1 'Rari, smoked and tinted Who you know that shoot best when he's smoked and bented? [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Remedy] Yo, I'll jump in my whip, yo and run you over Pass the weed and the Dutch to the ciga-r roller From the Stat', with the shoulder strap holder Fuck Beans, fuck Free, fuck The Roc and Hova [Lounge Mode] Fuck the cops and The Roc, I'mma do whatever I come through rock a little wear, shoot who ever It's a Struggle, that's why I told ya'll I bubble Buck a thing, bust a thing, if you see I'm in trouble [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, I spit like a baby, a dog with the rabbies Bowlin' hot gravy, get spilled we too ill With the pill, emphatic slam Crunch to the Lo, to the rap, from the Stat's who I am [Cappadonna] Code:Red Entertainment I'm not just a client, I'm also acquinted Real respect real and it's all non-tainted Handcuffed in the courtroom, bitin' the plaintiff Run from the arraignment [Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo] Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches Money, cash, flows and bitches [Outro: Lounge Mode] Yeah, man, aiyo Slash You tell Jay, right, that we gon' get this joint poppin' right Lo gon' come with us in a minute, call Shockey up And then we gon' rock it out, knawhatimean? So, just in case, you got bucked, you make sure he got that thing And we gon' move, let's go baby, right here, move..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Blood Brothers[Intro: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! (Staten Island niggas) Blood Brothers! [Verse 1: Cappadonna] All y'all hatin' ass MC's Run 4 Cover Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother I'm a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters And every time you see me, I always got the butters And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow Travel across the globe, show after show We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal And there's a bunch of y'all niggas that's feelin' the O But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so I clap one of y'all niggas and leave you flat And the rest of y'all bitch ass niggas'll fall back It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth Cold stab y'all niggas, what the fuck y'all talkin' about? [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! [Interlude: Cappadonna] Homicide Hills, Staten Island That's what it is [Verse 2: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, Cap, what you speak about? Niggas still frontin' Like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin' What? We blood for life, we thug for life Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night? Mama Love always screamed on us And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack And we ride together, rhyme together Eat together, talk shit and sleep together In the Hood we pack eat together What you think? Y'all niggas keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up? [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! [Verse 3: Cappadonna] What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all Pop off 'til I get along with y'all I'ma stay strong with y'all Knucklehead niggas, Shaolin volume two Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga But the hood is redder Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike's on kid the green leather I ain't sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together And my big dick go right in ya heffer [Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode] Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu! Blood Brothers! Suuu!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** One Way 2 Zion[Intro: Culture (Cappadonna)] Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa Keep ya head to the sky (Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Some things might just change, right? Keep ya head to the sky) Ya hear? [Cappadonna] Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God But times are hard, take a look around Poor people treat ya brother as a equal Snuffin to be found on the ground These ain't the faces of a clown We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach My mind is still in reach Never too far away from the pains of today And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away Before we come together and pray, God is the way One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay Children away from judgement day I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Some things money just can't buy Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky [Cappadonna] Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother If you can't follow, mind's are hollow Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry I'm like the fort singin on the ferry The fairy Godfather from Park Hill Trynna to rip the face off a bill Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information What out for Satan, waitin for you, hatin for you You a thug or a blood, get ya mine outta The Flood It's mine, I'ma flood, tryin to show y'all love I'm trynna rise above, ain't no time for crime These the bad days of time, under oath I can't lie And if I die, rhymes will spend you on right Be strong, keep ya head to the sky [Chorus] Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky (Whoa, whoa) [Cappadonna] Divine, I can see in ya mind Choppin wit ya mental, praises been due Thanks praise what I've been to, it's real Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal With God I'm survivin, it's not about drivin the Benz I got the ends, but I still need friends, so I can share my love Forget a club, brother push come to shove I'mma cry for my mother in the Hill, helped me to build On times are to ill, only she could make the black man chill Even not to steal, drivin through Park Hill Most of the time I was high, wildin for a small piece of the pie Me and Ghost sat down and ask ourselves why Did time in jail, when everythin else seemed to fail Most started the bail, it was hard to get the mail And separated from my seeds, now I'm tellin the tale Cuz in the fire I preceeded to burn Then my father bless me wit another turn He taught me to be more concerned Like a grandmother makin me learn At one sixty, that's how it it is It's not about show biz We deal in the orphanage, keep ya head to the sky [Outro: Cappadonna (Culture)] It's a privelage, keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky (Buck buck buck buck, whoa) Keep ya head to the sky (Why? Keep ya head to the sky) Keep ya head up (Whoa) Keep ya head to the sky (What? Buck buck buck buck buck) Jah Selaseai (Buck, you will make it) Keep ya head to the sky (You know you been Whoa, whoa, whoa, you been partyin You been eatin pork, keep ya head to the sky What? Whoa) Blood to see, we out (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Gods who respect (Whoa, you, whoa) Check it out (Buck buck buck buck) You know No hatred, no hatred, go head (You made it) Just keep ya head to the sky Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky (Buck buck, whoa, whoa, whoa You know you made it, whoa Whoa, keep ya head up, whoa Keep ya head up high) YoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Growth & Development[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, yeah, summertime, New York City, stand up Staten Island, stand up, whoo, yeah, it's a beautiful thing Gotta bring the colors out now, I got the Nikes The new things, two bangers, shit is banging song Ah, yo, yo, yo [Cappadonna] I'm in the hood once again, and I'm loving the vibe All my veteran muthafuckas, we be keeping it live Even down on G-Street, we be sick with the highs You niggas is growing up now, they slick with the five This kid got shot yesterday, Tamik died Yo, my projects is warm, but it's cold on the outside I'm still in the building, I live like I'm homeless Though I love my children, so we reunite once again I'm a lifeless feeling, yo, love for my fans, bring spiritual healing With the wisdom, to manifest the best, I feel blessed Living in the place where I call my rest Piss in the elevator, shit on the steps, help you appreciate your last breath What's up next? Call me collect Yo, Staten Island, Wu-Tang Forever and we paid our debt [Chorus: Cappadonna] As the night shine, and the people slept I came back in the game, I paid my respect Growth and development, bought me a check, yo, my mind is set As I sat by the window, and I find my texts Yo, my cab popped off, I got more assets And I love my seeds more than I cash my checks God save me... whoo... hook up with Don' [Hue Hefna] Dog, I'm from the same damn place where the Wu was built Where 2 Cent, Rakio and Boo Boo was killed Same hood where them crooked ass cops killed Kase And the judge don't do shit but smile in your face For the world, why should I, the only way I'mma get drafted Is by them baskets, playing ball til I die Temperature's, I rapped though, never had a jumpshot Fourteen years old, pro basing for one Glock Focus on the fortune and the fame, the glamour and the glitter Here now, I ain't joking with you lames The money was the first love in my life Fell in love with law, but look at Todd G like my wife Been a long time, I'm getting it right In a better position, an opportunity to better my life Freestyle, better off when I write I'm a lyricist, you one hitter quitter Like Whitney and Mike, the rebirth, now we getting it right Hue Hefna, Cappadonna, Q-Dini flow Spitting it right, yeah [Chorus] [Lahluga] Why them blind eyes think they can see, what's really happening? Build with the O.G.'s, Dini, Donna captain Y.G., Louie the God, swift and changable Dance with the wolves, but yet, we still remainable I rep peace, don't eat red meat, like beast When the beef's all over, still the truth be speak Put away the heat, teach on peace, move by feet Walk across the hot desert, your style is weak Number 7, old two step, that's what it do It's the hood classic, like a barbeque Misunderstood too, like the God son do Saying whose who, stay focused, but do you Even though I move different, I respect the Wu [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Get Away From the Door[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo! Get away from the door Everybody get the fuck back Staten Island, stand up [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right Sold crack for a living, now I could write Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain Crackheads goin' insane Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this? We came a long way, fuck cheaters We don't wanna bust the Heaterz No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah) Park Hill be the real niggas and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun) [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow! [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Why it gotta be like this Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggas carryin' ice picks Sometimes, niggas we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you Niggas throwin' up signs, niggas shipped to Bellview Son, don't let coke dog smell you Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you I got caught up in the grind but I fell through Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you.. And this is dedicated to all my niggas in the ghetto Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto I'm in too deep and I just can't let go Catchin' my pain, real niggas that respect dough [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow! [Outro: Cappadonna, sample of Louis Farrakhan] It's my world! Fucked up, stick 'em, ugh 2-4, Graveyard Shift The names and the faces have changed But the game, is still the same…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Bartender[Chorus 2X: Rush] Bar-ten-der, let me buy a round for all my ladies Bar-ten-der, let me see what's kickin' game can do [Rush] Yo, the first night I seen ya, I admit Girl you had a thug on some "i'mma buy ya shit" Mama, if you need spice, I can re ya up I can be your sugar daddy, ice a g and up Or I can be that lost love missing in ya past Or that tingle on your tongue dippin' in ya glass Sittin' like a billboard, modeling the kiss Buy a shot of crys', a bottle for your click Followed by the slide in the leather hummer seat Any words given to ya, promise I'mma keep I'mma stay a thug, any drama found Guaranteed to hold my momma down I can make ya wrist freeze quicker than a cop Lose me when your close, sick of when you're not Liquor in the drop, rubbers in the glove Bubbles in the tub, now show a nigga love [Chorus 2X] [Cappadonna] I love it when I'm wit a fly chick Skin so pretty and an ass so thick I'm always in the club, I ain't worried bout shit Dipped on the regular, you see me with a bitch Even if I'm smoked out, I can't be scoped out Drink for the ladies when I pull my notes out Dressed in ya tight ass shit, the nipples is poked out Honeys lips was glossy, order the Henny's in the glasses that's frosty You never lost me, I was crushing them other hoes, what you expect? When you see me at shows, cracking mad bottles of Mo' See act cobra, she really freaky She look good, but she really sneaky Hit 'em with the apple martini, that's creepy Until she gets sleepy, that's my agenda Aiyo, bartender, order a round for the hoes that's going down [Chorus 2X] [Rush] Yo, now the question at hand, is, can I be ya man Take you to the beach, have sex in the sand The body should be banned with ya honey glow and tan If time is money, honey, you're worth a gram See I can make you love me, love me long time Can my tongue tangeray, and how I bump and grind The pleasure's all mine, forever and a day My foreplay is like a torpe', when I jay Fiesta, you got the look, I wanna know better Bartender, every one Henny and Amaretto On the house, cuz this could be my future spouse Got me cheesing the cheese, like the cat and mouse But no doubt, I get the job done like Big Daddy And we can both gangsta lean in mean caddy Cuz you'se a fatty, and I'mma fill ya cup Cuz I wanna sex you up [Chorus 4X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** One Night Love Affair[Intro: Cappadonna] What's up, now, write a love song [Cappadonna] The first time I saw you, it was love at first sight No DJ, the crowds or the cordless nights It was just me, I stood in front of you with the ice You had rooms at the hotel, I asked you the price You smiled at me, it was ever so bright I got your name and your number, called you the same night Me and this other chick, we're just having a fight You said hit you up whenever, you can make things alright We hit the club out in Towsden, Yellowman performing I held your hand tight, made your feelings start pouring Every hour's incredible, not a minute was boring That's what I like to do when I ain't out there touring [Chorus: female singer] Babe I hope you're calling me, tonight I wanna be with you, oh yeah, hey baby I just wanna lay with you tonight I wanna be with you, alright, hey baby [Cappadonna] Girl, I'm all caught up in a one night love affair But I be acting like ya'll don't care And no matter where you at girl, I'm always trying to be there Creep with you, even if it's only for the weekend Down in Baltimore, the fly spot eating Sometimes we be together just talking that love shit Like when I meet chicks at the club and shit It's not the same, I crush those hoes, I ain't playing games Cuz I don't want niggas to know that we on the low Sex on the roof, sex at the most Sippin' on Mo', you know you love how Original flow We caught up in a one night love, and I can't let go [Chorus] [Cappadonna] You might see me in the mall scoring Butter Pecan Ricans, with the fly Chocolate Deluxe Money ain't a thing, I might still spend a few bucks But you know Don, I wanna crush til the sun come up Breakfast on the beach, baby, the eggs all done up Hold you by the waist, while I suck your whole tongue up I'm caught up in a one night love, all strung up I might run after the chicks, sometimes it just wait Chill at the crib, and take 'em out for a date Keep it on the hush, and whatever we do, girl It's all between us, we got a good understanding We don't need trust, we laugh, you tell jokes, sparking a Dutch [female singer] Oh, love be, so special, so let's make love tonight [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Season of Da’ Vick[Intro: Cappadonna] Season of Da' Vick... [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about So yo, stop all the ego trippin' Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it The analog rapper start riftin' Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' Three chicks walked across the street switchin' You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition Don' came around the block with the deep dish in This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... The streets is still watching... [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga We came that liquor Weed, digi and cars we just that particular Put down ya darts it the extracurricular Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us [Verse 3: Lounge Mode] Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains Like guns, like M-1’s and nice change When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang And I was brought up to, respect my elders Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig Respect my moms and respect my kids Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke 'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride Two in the five, push like eight in ya side Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... Yeah, muthafucka...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** If it’s Alright With You (Park Hill) Pt. 2[Intro: U-God (Cappadonna)] Got shit, man... yeah... (yeah) What you want me to do? (Park Hill Projects, in effect Smackin' ya'll with the mic check Big Donna Jaybird, from around the way Straight up and down, check it) [Cappadonna] Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe King Splash a technique, every time I speak is sweet Do my thing official, be on the block with Blue Lampin', like a lamp post, playin' my post Donna begotten, 160 Park Hill, 36 rotten chambers of hell Yeah, it ain't hard to tell Acapell' drippin', it's the all time great Flippin', just to give ya'll the best on tape Check it, every morning when I wake up for breakfast I be thinking, what's gonna be my next shit Pop out the woodworks, gifted with the art Watch out for Don', let me shoot my dart [U-God] Water buffalo rhino, Staten Island, Verrazano Shake the ground decent like, three sticks of dyno' Damn, I'm nice, brought it right, fight back with tight grip Weed burst, the mic scar, ice packs and ice pick Fraudulent, sword swingers, door ringers My top style's the Moscow, I'm Stone Finger Exercise gun lip, message of a wreckage Fifty shell hot track, leakin' out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg bolders Cold Shop of Horror lyrics smokin' in my hosters Whippin' board, lingo 'Tang, hurricane, the holla Daily operation, bullet train, 'Tang off barber Eight seconds of horror style, wild buccaneer Round table revolving, on ten musketeers Think you, got all the riches, think you, polly with bitches You can run the fuck up on it, gotten with the kitchens, now [Cappadonna] The shit that I be writing, is hype and plus that The same muthafucka from the Island of Stat' Got you trapped inside flavor, locked down inside sound P.R.K. Tical, Masta K, the pronoun From the lost and found village, it's the rap Jesus Christ Pinned upon a record, mic nailed inside my right It's who, I the vessel, chosen, the rap slogan Walk up out the throne, black royal to be fockin' For outcome or ever, when words are put together Dug deep inside your mind, like new Donna did the treasure The map of Staten Island, X marks the Park Hill Fuck you with the skill, Donna business before pleasure Niggas out for Donna, then they wig gotta be measure For guillotine, routine, you heard and never seen Bloody mass murder, situation unclean When I blindfold your rhythm, ducktape around the microphone Wigs are getting pushed back, heads are gettin' flown Screams and yells, niggas is thirsty for acapells I meditate, coordination spark you like a jew-el When I show articulation, you format a rap status Man show articulation, those who violate the grain Is gonna meet the amputation, mind state minister Black Killa Hill Nation, father of Staten Island Bet the rock, nomination, down before the street And I ain't got no invitation to a Wu-Tang concert Killa Bee cookout, all praises due When I take my rap book out, I'm representing For all my Staten Island niggas From RZA Rah, all the way down to minor figures Stapleton, Now Born, West Brighton, the Harbor Peace to Method Man and my dunn, Dizzy the BarberEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** We Know[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] Aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, wassup? Wu-Tang, So So Def thang I know y’all ready for dat [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know [Verse 1: Cappadonna] This years money and thug affiliation Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation No busters, niggah what no imitations If one things not for cash and gold rings It's real shit you can feel shit, no basin' Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin' This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know [Verse 2: Da Brat] We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno Get fucked up, can't you tell by the way I talk It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks (queen when I crock?), pop any nigga like, red (buck?) I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray And when I slay niggas, I brutally burn 'em I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving? Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us On the lose like mine and passing others? Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him Were's the blunts, we can't live without 'em We know how to get the money and hussle, we know How to split a nigga dawg, for fucking over they're dough We know, not to let a motherfucker get to close Cuz in this world we know, there ain't shit free so why work nigga? [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know [Verse 3: Cappadonna + Da Brat] We know this trouble, like we know hoes We know the style, like we know clothes We count bank, can we get dough What? Money and fast cars We can't let it go, Dupri and cappadonna kid We got the flow, shot callers Ya better be low, so what's on player? Your money with the Wu, it's all about paper What the fuck you wanna do, champagne all night We know the Streets, like we know heat We know what's right, like we love ice We know what's ill, like we're getting bills What? know what's love, like it's love is love Push, come the shove (What's ya'll gonna go with this shit?) Yeah, player—it's the Wu Four of us buyers, money on the label (Yeah) No fucking around, Gats on the table Getting money for life, That's how you say it's stable (Uh huh) [Chorus: Cappadonna] We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a TECH, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know wack And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platinum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough—we know, we knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Grungy[Cappadonna] Yo, Check it out yall, Yeah And you don't quit, Yeah, I keep rocking on Keep rocking that shit till the crowd is gone Poppi Wardrobe King, The suits and ties The connect down in Baltimore, Pounds and pies Bids in the city jail, Plus the state bids Child support wars, Crazy kids Cab driver with the black Range, Better Life nigga Theodore Unit, Down with Trife nigga You might see me in the hood chilling with a white nigga Pushing something big with a tight insignia I'm a Wu-Tang reject, Special Ed with the pen Tore Tokyo down, Got my yen Disappear off albums and I fade off pictures Always getting stuck with these stink ass bitches Mad styles, Niggas is jealous Jumping all on my dick like a frank with relish I bleed pellets, Spit sperattic Crack a nigga cabbage open, Leave you stroke'n on the mic Darts lop sided and broken, Niggas is Hoboken Soho, Hoiten, Skimahorns at the top of they head I'm the last one to get that bread Jay Bird, Bags of herb, Coke, Crack, Dust Back of the bus, Back out of the cuffs Back in your wifie's butt Six-three ACG's, Valor's and stuff Keep grinding til my head hurts, Tours is ruff Whores never get enough of the team You better protect that neck motherfucker when you get that CREAM [Chorus: Cappadonna] Ayo, My turban is tight like, Selassie I the first Better yet like Sizzler Calungy I grab the mics and then I bungy A lot of yall niggas ain't grungy [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] One, Two, Yo Cap my style is crusty, Like Sicilian pie square sliced Understanding Power God Muslim, Son I'm nice I left my kufi in your cab, Here's your turban This is my philosophy like I sample Weldon Irving Rappers know that wack compared to King Solomon Not grundy, I more grungy then an age infected dungy All we got in common, Venus, Birth, And methodology Giving all you dumb thugs a model for your psychology World traveler, Cryptic script unraveler The predictor, A Psalmist, A dead rapper embalmist Joe Cotton, My tongue's symbolic to a dagger Jay Bird you built a house that sheltered many of swagger A lot of these cats they lack the pain in they voice The fuck you been through, Yeah I was homeless, And Planetless But never ever poemless, Or talentless I made a compact with God to expose your cowardness [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Adams & Eve[Verse 1:] [Capadonna] I’m kill this track Like you violated the family I rock off of any beat These rappers not jammin me Do it like the Indian, guerilla or animal No matter what you pull out I’m still going handle you Plot and planned on me I’m harder to fade Mosh ink and mark go With the sharp flow I'll T bomb everything Like last soap and weasel Avenue crew shit, niggas got diesel I’m charged up All of my hoops is in the house Groupies wanna crush Play mad junk, get knocked up They get you locked up Might be up in the gym But yo i’m never stuck I tell the truth and i shame the devil Yeah And keep an insane watch With a crazy bezel Cause the time is now And I gotta stay ghetto so when I leave Everybody know I was sterile Bomp, bomp Gotta represent you [Verse 2:] [WonderWoman] Intoxicating The state that I leave you in I’m like a hallucinogen That rub I put you in Every bar, every verse that I hit you with Depicts a lyrist so extensive and proficient Yes I’m coming with that street shit Realistic O intense my heat text is 101 As vocalists is dawning Melting tracks like hot wax Plastic and molten lava My mental revolver Turning a glutton into a starver Better check that 36 chamber Leaving cynics in the mental clinic Have your thoughts rearranged And reversing stereotypes Yes it’s a dangerous combination No need for further explanation Ain’t nobody got time for smiling and faces Portraying roles that’s going place em We about to settle these cases Motherfuckers be on the lookout For a nigga with black hair [Verse 3:] [Capadonna] You can never keep a good man down And my flows unstoppable I step on any obstacle I keep boppin it I shoot from the top of the stoop Drivin the booth Hoppin the coop Take a break or shoppin’ it too Coppin a suit Knockin the booth nigga We killin everything Like we coppin a shoot Rot epinephrine With eyes that cut 10 Niggas betta run I’m bout to turn into a nutso Keep wildin’ out There will never be enough I got the new york fitted on Dutch is green White t-shirt, act, levi jeans Popin wardrobe To all ma niggas that ride doe Clean as a in [?] Deemin respect Hyenas invest My team is the best We beat it to death Yea motherfucker I be feenin for meth Cleanin everything like I’m cleanin the tech Me and my niggas come thru Like we genies in rap [Verse 4:] [Amar Divine] Feel like a thousand days A thousand nights Could write a 30 set collection Tribulations of life A mello-drama drama Mellow cause I stay with marijuana Semicolon, comma Pause that consult the lama its deep Coordinates is seldomly reached Beyond you mediocre thinking Intellectual geeks No describing these streets Explanation on my custom Yo liposuction, titty implants and cell abduction Don’t be cloning it You want the sperm out ma dick We do arithmetic Figure this shit Dominant, you recessive Stressing cause my flavors impressive The rest is only the ingredients to why your oppressive [Verse 5:] [Solomon Childs] I’m Blake Griffin in the optimum Ain’t no saving them Grizzly winters and summers Dead bodies in the hummers Shooting at the undercovers Why my brother wayne on nightline Fifty babies round my way dying Two to the head, one to the spine, jeft at the crime But I did the time, I ain’t give the feds no answers Runnin with niggas, that smuggle brick in da bra As well as their grandmama’s pampers Will kill your girl’s sister’s boyfriend like a [?] [?] suin in them red socks You no rasta cause you got dreadlocks Orange juice, moscato, moet, rasta boy Blowin that stick wiz kalifa, duckin the reefer In the six series, playin in the [?] Bumpin in that [?] murder inc Gadafi Capadonna street dreamer Monopoly The revolver is a bad bitch, Nicky swayze Shot with snow bunnies In the pum pum jeans shorts Daisy, coming out of baisley Surfing that osca pollo like them donnias And get them desert eagle red sonias It’s my time nigga word to gano, gone yo [Sample] Get that With ma lyric impact capadonna [x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Stories[Cappadonna] Little Mike with the big head, He used to come around Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed He wore them all red outfits, His color was red Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne Nose always running cause he sniffed cocaine He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck On some South Shore shit, Like they ain't give a fuck Now I ain't supposed to tell yall they sell guns round here That cripple made dudes, And some got diarrhea Jugs on every block but we live out here And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, And Pop Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun Or get caught with that shit then you fucked up son [JoJo Pellegrino] Ayo, This one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique My G's from Gee Street, Stack G's on some G shit Narcs are circling sharks, Them Gee Street dicks Five bucks fills the Dutch, Them Gee Street Knicks Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits Yo, I smells a, Someone a Gee Street snitch Son slandered my name on that Gee Street strip Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very hype But every night the block smell like chicken on the grill You ain't chef'n hard for real, You had ten grams B.C Before cooked, You wound up getting seven on your scale You shook, Stuck like the elevator doors Stoned like Scram, Leathafase and Kawz, What [3rd Diglah] Yeah, Yo you's a lame bitch Claiming you thing, You sang snitch Meanwhile meet with the Marshall pointing at named pics Your street credibility's shaky now You better relocate before them hood dudes eat your face But it seems you ready to meet your fate So I'ma guess that you ready to die, On some Carlito's Way So now you back on the ave, Two-five in the stash Looking for someone to blast, So you can see your grave Can't make no money now, Everybody's acting foul It's all cause you didn't have no money for trial We're not done yet, You see your way And yet you got gagged and hog tied, Corn chip You a Frito Lay, You better move out quick yo Leave those trays, And get snitching out your life son True G's don't strayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Cap Is Back[Intro: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Guess who's back? [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I don't have to tell y'all niggas how it is in Da Struggle Police chasin' me down, niggas start to bubble Cracks and Blood niggas in the huddle It's rainin' cats and dogs, and kids in the puddles We still in the game like Poppy, Chad and P-Double Hard-headed niggas causin' the trouble Stank-ho niggas wanna see niggas behind the bubble So they could start fuckin' ya man Space Invadin' ass niggas takin' up land Tryin' to understand my ill pain No matter what you do I'mma still gain in Da Struggle (Fuck you, double, niggas shoot dope in the game This shit is serious) [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyo, it's not a game You play chess with life, end up in the flame Y'all snakes is five dollars and I'm about to make change Out of devious chicks and niggas that lack brains I'm on a whole 'nother level, kid feel me Yeah, nigga, it's the real me The project roaches, hoodrats, the broke TV You can't see me And let it be known that, any pretty ass chicks, nigga? I want that Voodoo ass bitches get thrown back You can't dethrown Cap Stay focused on the regular Be in the Hoopty with a shorty on the cellular Lovin' my project like Nelson Mandella Or the church love Christ, just pass the paper Everything be alright, from Da Struggle (Uh-huh, you two faced motherfuckers) [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Interlude: Cappadonna] Y'all don't like me and I don't like none of y'all niggas [Verse 3: Cappadonna] You don't have to ask twice, I'm still in the Hill Been all around the world, it's hard to pay bills What you think? That Da Stuggle ain't real? Rappers don't murder shit, niggas won't get killed? You just a baby on an E. pill And I'm ill with the skill Shake the po-po off me Runnin' fuckin' the ho's, fuck how y'all niggas feel I'm too official Any time, nigga, I could come get you You shook while you got sickle Brothers amongst brothers Stay to make babies but they not wit you Bleed with you, they snitch for the police too Reptiles in the Benzo The come adept, what they still do to ya clit Struggle with this [Interlude: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna] C'mon, c'mon Y'all comin' real fast, push the love, I'm killin' you To all y'all niggas out there, yeah Go with y'all man, go with y'all [Chorus: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back And the bitches in the club said Cap is back I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back [Outro: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode] Right in ya balloon you two-faced bitch Right in ya balloon, we got Skeero with us Yeah, I used to love y'all niggas Skeero is wit us man, yo, how ever y'all wan' do it man Now when I see you… When I see you I see you, you could be me man ain't nothin' man Niggas speak in codes It's right hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Broken Glass[Intro: Cappadonna] Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah) Hold that nigga.. [Verse 1: Cappadonna] It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire Latches, start to unlock when I rock You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block You can't stop, bouncin' and movin' Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods People from all over flood the street like cars To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer? It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost? Look at this.. [Verse 2: Cappadonna] I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this More hits, no water hits, unrecord this I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire I attack microphones and set 'em on fire Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) Watch everything and search those bitches [Outro: Cappadonna] See you, word up We don't get no prop-love Rump-a-pump-pump-pump Come on, can I say it? Pass the tape, get the fuck up What, what, Homicide, S.I What, baby? The hustle... come on Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good? You fuckin' faggots! I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed no more.. We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real! This album right here is called "The Struggle" Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word.. 2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Three Knives[Intro: Cappadonna, (3rd Diglah)] Let's mosey. (Yeah, Yo) [3rd Diglah] See me son, I'm secular rap, I'm second to none They call me 3rd Diglah, Respect me dun It's been a long time coming but I'm here now Make way I got no time for your funny style Fake ways, Jake prey on us but we duck down, Stay low Gats don't sit in the pocket money, Cause they blow Aaaa-Ohh, Who got a problem with mouth and they go Keep talking rip you apart, Like you was Legos I tangle for the cash my flash is something furious Yea-Yo is the path, I get cash for rapping serious Stay low with the crabs while my swag keep cabbies curious I'm smacking on these fags and the game envy is serious Me and my camp low, Move out like a stamp go All around the World and I-yi-yi-yi, I spit that gat flow [Lounge Lo] Nobody never told you how I be the building And burning piff with my niggas and a couple of children Getting gwap, Tryna stack my cheese, Nigga please This is fairy boat Lo, That be shooting the breeze You know my O-U-T fit nice on, My boys they whyle out And blam when they lifting they right arm All up in the ghetto in night bombs, I right wrongs I'm House Gang just like an urban icon Catch me on a bus with my chain and my ice on I'm looking real yes like I'm getting my fight on I'm nine-eleven, Who be throwing them pipe bombs A nigga from the Stat that be making his rights wrong You know the kid hard, Never do light songs I roll with the Stones but on the road them white cons Lingerer zoo part two with a nice blonde Fuck around say something, You end up your life's gone [Cappadonna] New York City, Power-ffinalia We come through where the feds'll tell ya We the largest rap group that ever lived Shaolin for the kids Round house, Black belts, And beards Verrazano Bridge talk, Moon walk Thrity-six clips of hard shit, Hard bricks New York City and Shaolin, Niggas'll get hit with hard licks Throw your towel in, Five niggas whyle'n Nigga we keep on style'n, Cut em up into a half a gallon More money, More murder, It's the beat swerver Diglah with the fly handle, I break beats down and I dismantle Anyone of yall niggas'll get shot, My mic is the Glock Words'll pop in your head like various speed knots Come on with it, Come on get it, Long did-ick Cappadon of the fat outfits, crazy fitted Straight Park Hill, Bark is ill, Sparkling grill Niggas with the hood shit, Taste the skill Shaolin slash Wu-Tang, Darts'll bang Never forget where you come from, Respect my game [Outro: Cappadonna] Yo let's move, We gotta be out, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Walk With Me[Cappadonna] Excuse me over there, with the high heel shoes You looking real good, you got me in the mood I'm trying to be nice, not trying to be rude You could ask anybody, I'm a hell of a dude But anyway, baby, I love your skirt We can exchange numbers, that won't hurt I'm from the hood, but I don't hang around with dirt You might see me on a Sunday, going to church Come on girl [Chorus: Skinslaya] You're the kind of girl, I've been looking for I don't think I have to look anymore Walk with me, talk with me [Cappadonna] Look baby, all I really see is a queen Don't walk away from me and be all mean Like one of those chicks with low self esteem Too much drama, smoke all that green I used to be the move, but I'm older now Attracted to a woman with a certain style And you look like, something that could meet my Earth For real though, something tell me this could work Come on girl [Chorus] [Cappadonna] My love, you're like a dime that I saw in a vision I stopped you, baby, I'm a good decision Walk with me, learn how my ways are humble Anybody mess with you, I'm ready to rumble I peep love in your aura, mine's a match A lot of dudes hurt you before, but they ain't Cap However you lost, love, I'mma bring you back I'm telling you, Don where the love is that Walk with me, come on girl [Chorus] [Outro: Skinslaya] Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with me Walk with me, talk with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Vibes Cartel[Verse 1: Cappadonna] You heard other raps before, but kept waitin' A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan I'm still debatin' whether I should build or destroy What the Earth keep on shakin' I'mma keep on makin' Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement There's no replacement from a slew of great men I'm about to break in Damage every snake and Gin, you can't win I'm the truth, you a fake friend Realness against falsehood, do it again Get money, work hard, don't become a victim Mind your own sick wisdom Study math, get your friend some Never quit 'till you get done God over fiction, this is my addiction Anytime, homie, I'm about to spit somethin' Traded crack for rap, and I'm a rich sucka J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts Through your mind, body and soul Let it be told I ain't nothin' to play around with Baby, I get down quick Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss [Verse 2: Wonda Women] Send in the stunt doubles I have no time for the petty, little power struggles No time to tussle I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused When I come around They say it's business, never personal Balance the scale, tell me what's the worse of the two? This industry's unjust and corrupt Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust It's blasphemous, let the church say "amen" Keep repentin' your sins Say a few Hail Mary's, turn around, and do it all again Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win [Verse 3: Desert Eagle] Yeah, they call me the black [?] boy, boy No, it's not a game, not playin' with no toys Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch Let's take him to the building to get these packs off In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off The V82, better tell 'em that crack course The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg [Verse 4: King Magnetic] Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought Iron respectin' for all, I'm straight checkin' your hog Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog No instrument, so-called [?] No cold incidents, no more [?] Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads S.O.S., that shit's beef Turn [?] and miss me Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D's and OG's that sip beer Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough And I'mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies So if you don't do the math then you learn trickonometryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Da Vorzon[Cappadonna] I came up from a tough time, now I'm finally back I got love in my heart and I changed my rap I don't worry about dudes talk behind my back Because I'm good with the music and I love the track It's me, it's big Don and I'm so full of life Still praying for the day that God give me a mic I pray each and every day and I pray at night I got music in my soul and I love to write While brothers kick dirt on name, just for spite I do what God tell me to do, shine my light Ya'll suffer for mad years, been beat wit many stripes I know what the ghetto like, tears cover my face to the sample of the pain I inherited the streets like crack cocaine All the while, yo I kept surviving it, money Stand away from the knucklehead niggas and dummies And still mama love me back And I ain't perfect, but I was blessed wit a good heart I know how to work it, face it Most of ya'll gon' die over money While I'm laid back chilling, where it's nice and sunny Now check it, I ain't the type to hang with the crowd You might see me at the spot where the music is loud Classic R&B, a little jazz, spoken word Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird Trying to take my mind off of the herb I sip fine wine, when I was young, I used to do mad crime Now daddy's all grown up, yo, and time is precious I reflect back on my seeds and all of my records Feed my family with this shit, they gotta respect it You gotta love me or leave me alone, there's no half stepping I grew up and I found out, the mind is a powerful weapon, and love is the message So ya'll can stop fronting on me, you too far in the game For ya'll to keep stunting on me, Cappadonna the first fruit Straight outta God mansion, never stuck in '86, I deal wit enhancement Brothers make music and they steal my advancements Cock suckers sit in a circle, watch me rap Ya'll niggas don't owe me shit, but I'mma pay ya'll back [Chorus 2X: 3rd Diglah] To all my real niggas, this is real hip hop And my niggas locked up, that sell that crack Get ya mind right, get this track To all my niggas that bust they gat, nigga, brat-brat-brat [Lounge Lo] I said the last time I stepped in the booth, I had the deuce wit me Told niggas, send the shit down, because he shoots wit me I'm in the building where them niggas, they pump hard And give money, if cops come, yeah, and they run hard Right where the stash at, yeah, I'mma blast back I'm so old school, dope bomb in my ass crack I left the past and the present, I'm past that I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP Fuck you, boy, take a walk and go ask Cap And I be lingering, just where the cars be And doing my numbers at a show where the stars be Representing my hood, the good boogah get burnt out And bitches called Sugar get turned out Bring your hammer, the finger blam like Yosemite Sam And if I can't get you, my Stone'll give me your man [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Get Mine 2005[King Just] I'm like the phantom of the opera, last of the lobsters The trees from the rasta, the smoke at the Oscars Blaze at the Emmy, yo fuck the nominees Starving artist, nigga, who spittin' rhymes like these Please show me, youse a nigga 'pared to Kobe Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bevery Hills, ask a foley Fast or slowly, I leave your shirt holy Or push a 500 like co-d, life acapulc-ky Now ya'll niggas playing low key Be the fake baller, and that pussy broad owe me Rap trophy, got it, in every fucking lobby Hit you up, my product, and we gotta split the profit Put a record out, and I'mma stop it West in the bank, I got it, KJ drop Nigga cop it, I ain't got too much more to tell you Bring ya Rambo life to Park Hill gun play Act gay with features, and your punch lines You want, permanent punch time from Optimus Shine We the guidelines, promatic, calling you back And let the world know, who taught you how to rap, you hear that? [Money Grip] One, two, three-in, lump out your chair Three, five, seven, me'll leave out your hair It's no use, call the cops nigga, know it's loose All I'm leaving them is pulp, playing no juice Empty out the safe, and it's condiments Nine caught 'em til, sun light shine through 'em Son school 'em, I order more rounds for ya Oreo's with a little short sound for ya Excuse you, why you steppin' to the don, for? Gat palm, crack longer than an encore Free and bust, try to indict, me and Crush Cheese cops, cuz I'm in oh-deep, got Comcast, love the way I harm tracks Put you out there, know we got contacts Cap peeled, tell me how that blast feel That steel, got 'em laying in his last meal Bezzy, vest make me look top heavy Don't wonder on the war, you are not ready Listen how I abuse tune, leave a body in ya backpack It's gotta be a boom-boom [Real Life] Mr. John Machanro, pass the dough with a fast flow Fidel Castro, with the lasso, roppin' you 'victs It's portable, sick of the Source, I'm rip 'em off From long range, scum stains on your corpse Fear, now get in, where I fit in, stay fitted Real Life means real living, Any Give Sunday It's a gun day, one way I'mma pay ya all back someday, dum dums spray I can walk the walk, and talk the talk Fifteen downs in the State of New York Fucking ya whores, ya'll here suck on tour I'll be waiting down south with a nine into your bulge Rhymes pour, since alotta shit change in the game I'mma re-arrange, mask style, things ain't Gon' be the same, Homicide range Real Life, nigga, respect my name [Rush] Yo, only the strong survive in this wild world of raps Where pussy cats bunt for my rockwell raps You can't hack this criminal style of combat That came through, got 'em and drew on horseback Raw hide's the way I rip guys, and then slide Roll up and snatch yo shine, like it's mine Yo this mine, nigga, like the thoughts from my mind Slid your river side, like the crimson tide You out your line of scrimmage, I'm blind to your image Bust nuts on yo hype, all night til I'm finished This not what we finished, I hold the world record For knocking off eight M.C.'s in twelve seconds You flirting with a loaded weapon, that splittling backs Like a mack eleven, while you blastin' yo gats at heaven I'm living like you owe me something, but really You don't owe me nothing, I'm taking everything coming Call me selfish, and I leave you helpless Rotate two, and predict your pelvis I smell shell, hit these rap niggas out there Sniffin' in my kitchen like it's cooty in the air You'll find nothing here but, hard rock niggas Hard cock niggas, rob-ya-block niggas Peel your ho niggas, steal your dough niggas And when I blow nigga, I'm bringin' more niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Raw[Intro: Cappadonn] Hood Life Nigga (yeah), Virgo Power (They ain’t nothing sweet over here) First cluster of stars in the universe (Frontin’ n’ stuntin’) Mile wide [?] (...I’m wildin’ out) Imma get this paper by any means necessary (...live this life like it’s my last) Best Believe (ego trippin) I’m on one (wildin’) [Verse 1: Capadonna] I’m in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it Blunt side with Diesel Always got stink on it Concrete babies Pampers don’t fit em Whoever don’t belong here Somebody goin get em I be in the projects, slums and the alleys 15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys 125th Street rappin at rallys But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge Young n the restless Never on the guest list Scared we going come in the spot And straight wreck shit Child support getting paid Before they accept it But my pressure going buss If I’m feeling rejected Rap extremely good And feel like i’m breathless I do it for my family And that’s why i’m blessed with it Chicks keep hatin’ Cause they see my success with it Pass it to my man Cause he never fuckin mess with it [Verse 2: Amar Divine] Vibrant lights Silent moon Watching over As we step into the room Stars applaud They in support of what we do It's only gods involved Feel it when we come through Thunder in the drum A bolt of lightning out the tongue Imma hit the [?] of every function We admit, immaculate spread Hammer suckers submit And even now the niggas game Me some shit so righteous Used to gettin’ loaded in cyphers Mads getting [?] its the survival of crisis Hold up the format and nobody like this Won’t catch us in your average cyphers We writers professionally Came to knock you off your pedestal All that rap criminal shit Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true To rhyme like a vehicle Move to forward tell the industry Real niggas backin them up [Verse 3: Lounger Low] Yo hip hop lingers on My man Angel Lue I’m still rhyming direct From the 1s and 2s I’m in the hallway I’m in the doorway I still keep a skip by the steps Man, all day I’m a yes man Fuck best man Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with Yes the Klan Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man And I remember the first every Summer Jam King Just, KRO was the opener And we came A hundred and some niggas Broke as fuck Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it Feather don’t know when Them Staten niggas around wid it Rap money Crack every real night Bitch give em the money I still know the real rights Hip hop pumpin Hip hop jumpin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya’ll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin [Verse 4: Don Shae] You kill then you shot Malcolm X in the frame Damn man These killas go’n murder to the game Apply heat to beef Like a burger to the flame Murder the game Brah heard you can do the same I’m Hussein on the script But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip Brain’s what I hit You lames go’n be sick Like dysenteriae 4-4 to bury you The more, the merrier Let’s build a wall I’m daring ya Rest in Big Pun You ain’t killed a monkey You’re a gorilla He ain’t building shade tho Lettin em chains blow Sometimes I wear hard Yeah sometimes I halo A death sentence In the form of a union I suggest [?] Cause we normally shooting Leave your chest [?] For more recruiting Like the label advance Sink your ship like a naval advance [Sample: Lord’a mercy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Feed My Folks[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, yeah man Big up Wah di bloodclaat Big up to all massive Burn Babylon Crews worldwide [?] family [Verse 1: Cappadonna] The gold carpets Platinum colored hair All black on Holding my Grammy in the air Yeah; I fought the good fight Everybody know I was there Since '98 I barely had another good year Homies changed, homegirls changed The wifey changed, the world changed Sippin on this nasty champagne I’m on the campaign but they don’t know my damn pain Still grateful for my blessings thought I can’t complain I’m still chillin out Yeah just do the damn thing I do my duty yo Overseas up in Paul McCartney studio Yea me and my man Simon Hot gang international Slip into Bulgaria and drop math too Droppin shit with Meth and my whole crew Fucka ya’ll [?] Shakazulu Bam bam, boom boom African moon The rich dude right here never left but coming back soon Just on my zigga tho Same nigga bro When I was down it was the biggest joke All I wanted to do was feed my folks Somebody said yo I'ma sell this dope [Verse 2: Nakeeba Amaniyea] Somebody nah put no gun to wi head Fi do Babylon words, Babylon words, yeah Fi wi go sell out wi self fi some bread Still they feelings hurt feelings hurt And if them tink a small ting When court a rise up like dirt, up like dirt Nobody nah put no gun to wi head Fi do babylon words, Bablylon words [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Hey yo I’m back from the slums I’m back on that newness And I do give a fuck about who’s more exclusive Whatever is conducive That’s where the juice is Throw up your dueces This is a Wu blitz Soundboy a go dead if him eva try fuck with Champion sound murder everything that come round it Cappadonna and you know I’m African crown quick And ganja man know him haffi let di next pound slip We do if fa di youth Dem haffi mek di black graduate Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip Dis di youthAmerica black and dats di greatest Martin Luther King him a di greatest Malcolm X yes him a di greatest Garvey a di greatest Selassie a di greatest Every African wi haffi jump off di slave ship And dem a make it Farrakhan make it Elijah make it The Christ make it Everybody make it Wi nah go take it nuh brutality We haffi rise up Gwan put on you hoodie Some [?] a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie Burn Babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie Speak the truth to the youth They make system nah soosh me Lick off dem bumborass if nuhbaddi try push me A nuh bush weed only good broccoli Walk in massive Staten Island posse New York City, WTC C.A.P. dem nuh ready Nah dem nuh ready Dem fassy deh nuh ready Wu-Tang are ready Killa Bee are ready [?] dem nuh ready Babylon nuh ready Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready [Outro:] [Gunshots] Brockhead (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Anotha Riddle* promotional EP released on Razor Sharp Records in late '97 Chorus: U-God Hysterical lyrical launch, anotha riddle A miracle little by little, fits right up the middle *repeat 2X* [Cappadonna] Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got My life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money Be gettin me high just like trees in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside is where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" And I did it Chorus 2X [Cappadonna] Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I broke resistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, your darts are soft While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for city fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Dream[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr. sample] I have a dream, today... In what will go down in history As the greatest demonstration for freedom In the history of our nation I have a dream... To make justice a reality for all of God's children "Tell me, this is a dream" - The Delfonics sample [Cappadonna] Of a big house, too many whips Mad wives and kids running out, what's that all about? Of me taking trips, overseas Getting my stacks up, cuz baby, now I'm getting big cheese Triple platinum sales, walking down the isle With my cream in the background, what, I'm hearing church bells Of getting back all of my paper That Razor Sharp stole from me, yea, kid it's only one me A crush and an R&B chick, she looking real thick But she was only after my chips A free of momma love, out of the slums Invested all my property into my daughters and sons Of connecting the dutch, with the haze Feeling mad tired, from guards, I ain't slept in four days Of hooking up with all of the top rappers Just came home from this club called Cappa's Nappy [Chorus: Cappadonna] Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this, is, a, dream [Cappadonna] Of receiving awards, for the best album of the year And oh yeah, for still having the best broads Of doing my thing, everybody hating But once I hit the top, they be up under my wing Of producing these tracks, that sound phat Starting my own label, now, nigga how you like that? Of my baby mother's hurting theyselves Thinking they was jerking me, but they was jerking theyself Of all of the police that like my style They wasn't feeling me, but now, they loving me now Of being down on my luck, heading for the come up Living in the hood, but yo, still it's all good Of my brothers locked away, they came home Don't give a shit about slot time, they carrying the curf' phone Of my people, stop busting them slugs Start united our people, stop fucking with drugs What up? [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna (Martin Luther King Jr. sample)] Dream, this my last dream, this one is for you Keep the mack milly by your side, don't let nobody stop you Dream, me getting on Me and Quazolla, gotta get that corn Me, keeping it real Staten Island, what, slash, Homicide Hill Do what you do, don't forget about your people They won't forget about you And everything is all good Afraid of God, man, do what you could (I have a dream that one day This nation will rise up And live out the true meaning of its creed We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Role of Ya Lifetime[Intro: Cappadonna] Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City Slow your roll, it's my word Slap all ya niggas, I hate ya'll Aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck Cuz my niggas be on the block, ready to rock We got big bags of ready on us, one Glock Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff Me and my thug niggas, too chipped off Staten Island be the land of the lost You can't front, you can't floss S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick Feel my pain, if you know about this shit Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress We keep ratchets, and like niggas up north, we fuck a fat bitch We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish [Chorus: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime [Interlude: Solomon Childs, (Cappadonna)] Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie You can't hold me, fake ass niggas owe me Big Don from the group home Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone All ya'll hatin' ass niggas, get one in your dome Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech And run around the blocks and demand respect It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb Staten Island niggas be the most superb Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb [Chorus: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetimeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Soul Food[Intro:] Nothing like a home cooked meal Yes my word is my bond Feels so good to be back in the hood It’s a place that I can never forget [Verse 1:] [Capadonna] Everything dip in my heart My brains is numb Computers taking over They controlling the young Out here grinding Hard like it never even profit Still they’re not stoppin me I’m doing the monopoly Yeah I move privately Stacking for my Cs Never sloppily, yeah I hope they’re not watching me Familiar faces Fandom or fortune Travelling more often Hating ass, grab ass niggas Want me to fall off the wall Take one, put me in a coffin Six million dollar man, steven austin Yeah nigaa tell your story walkin Before I put two in your foreskin Backin atown now i’m in low in the [?] Switched my gear round Now i’m back in new york again State recording, only stay for a short rate Speeding through the [?] mistakes yeah I’m going in so I can stop all of the aches Stress and related injuries It’s hard for me to fuck with you Fast track seeing young rappers Using bars moves to attacks Babes that drunk similac A lotta shit I can’t remember that All young with the gold fronts Selling it for munchies Yes niggas is thirsty Yeah is [?] wid da blunt Yeah it’s power in the punch Yeah it’s sour in the cunt Sex made housing free lunch No deal though Used to always spittin hood before I caught a dope deal I rinse [?] to arena Toes to [?] Seen the motown lp saturday morning clean up Mama in the kitchen Papa watched sports ya’ll Respect the elderly Respect everything they taught ya’ll Whip his ass for that report card Daddy’s up [?] to have their son’s sports cars Forget what [?] promise to God [Verse 2:] [Turnpike Ike] Niggas is mad I give em buts and excuses This exclusive Old school, cool new kid Uhh, it’s like we verbally abusive But don’t blame me blame the producing I guess it’s a blast from the past Take a pocket full of cash Make you [?] from the path And ain’t a damn thing changed Niggas still chasing dames with Dwayne Wayne frames We used to play Connect 4 Now fast forward, we be connects for My flows still up to date My niggas still moving weight Put more power in your plate Than carnival funnelcakes And I keep it on the up and up The hood cowboy All i do is buck and fuck My life ain’t picture perfect Just a nigga tryna make it out the [?] [Verse 3:] [Desert Eagle] I’m down for the get down Pound for the pitdown I’m the [?] that’s what they call it for the sitdown Gaming, I’m selling by the pit now I got a chain gang and we all get down Frontin’ the cash You know we’ll spit rounds My dudes will touch you with Clear hold strip rounds[?] I’m a lone ranger Of the Stone rangers That’s why shit stretch about 4 acres Used to doubt me Until you all caught the vapors Then you on my dick Everybody wants Raymond One taking em’ Honin them and clonin the greatest You outdated I’m upgraded I am the Matrix Saved to mainframes and databases Tryna hit me with a virus called playerhating I got that hardware Every shine devastated Brooklyn, lime green, every [?] levitated [Gunshots] [Sample: Pull it up selecta, pu,pu, pull it up selecta]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** We Got This[Intro: Pike] Yo, hold up, yo you know what.. S.I., Staten Island, niggas, yo, yo [Verse 1: Pike] Ain't no more talkin' money or fame I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done I'm stickin' the fork in this game and run clutchin' my gun Name P.I., place S.I., N.Y.C Caramel papi chulo, mammies vena que Let's see if you could stop me I beat it like a one man posse, I leave it wet and sloppy I'm cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back A lot of niggas about to get paid back (HOOOOO!) Because a lot cats that don't like me I guess they thought I took it lighty But I rhyme and make you niggas wanna fight me I'll melt a nigga like a icey, and wipe 'em up with a towel Still on the prowl, how bout? It's Staten Isle, I'm foul The same time I got respect for what's real Who said Staten Island niggas ain't real? You dead wrong, and took you tied up with a red thong For goin' against The Struggle We squeeze on the team, crash your huddle [Verse 2: Lounge Mode] Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano I keep two guns in my hood like paisano My style iller than ill, I'm sick like Alzheimer's A bugged cat, ready to bring back old drama If it wasn't for the Slash, what could I tell mamma God damn, it's bad blood between brick and the mud (HOOOOO!) Brick and the thugs, shittin' on love Turned over on the newest, start spittin' the snub My flow is nice and I ain't worried about them hoes at night For my wife and seeds, gotta get this dough shit right I'm analyzin', a look how the pro's get ripe And number 16, yeah, I want it showin' the lights I rep the hood, gotta respect the good Even the ones that left the hood, bitch! [Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)] Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters (We got this, we got this) Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers Cellies and beepers (we got this) Hoodies and sneakers (we got this) [Verse 3: Remedy] Yo, it's the smoked out white boy back on the block With the thirty eight snubbed nosed, tucked in his sock From the H-Block, Huegonaut, part of the rock Shaolin, Staten Isle, and I love hip hop And when it comes to the kid, man, shit ain't easy I Lounge with the Cappa D. and L.O. Beezy (I see you!) You sees me? Yeah, yo, believes me The Code:Red for life click, racoons need me Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, I got this Rock this, radio drop this The Code:Red's for real, yo, you can't stop this None of ya'll muthafuckas out there could block this Jumped in the whips, all dipped down low Ready for a trip, to where, I don't know No matter where we go, you can't stop the flow The heat's on, gun's drawn, what's up, yo? [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Aiyo, my spit never tasted good, I'm sour I spit for the money and I spit for power Then I lean on ya'll like the Eiffel Tower And to my Staten Isle niggas, that's my heart I might leave for a minute, but could never depart Yeah, I'm married to this bitch and I'm still fuckin' I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin' And niggas don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton Paranoid like Bush, press the button Don't make me grab the boomers and get disgustin' Poppy Wardrobe King, Code:Red Production Pillage for life niggas, the hoes that's crushin' To all my niggas that went out bustin' Grindin', the black Timbs on, wild out, hustlin' (We got this, we got this) [Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)] Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters (We got this, we got this) Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers Cellies and beepers (we got this) Hoodies and sneakers (we got this)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Gotta Find a Way[Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)] Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah) East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat) Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet) [Born Divine] I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids Cuz life is, both destiny and karma [Cappadonna] I keep beefing with my baby momma And foul jakes to, giving me drama All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems [Born Divine] So I gotta find a way to solve 'em Remove the stress from my brain Cuz there's gotta be a better way To maintain the hit on the block, pushing cocaine [Cappadonna] Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back My ribs is touching til my record label call back [Born Divine] So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track With a bullshit security job and CDs in my backpack [Cappadonna] Bags of dope up in my ass crack, earth is in the backroom Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh Return of the Pillage [Chorus: MPM] I love my babies, I love my ladies What love is this, for money Streets shot, police on blocks Keep hot, I love money [Cappadonna] Shit on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted We in the cock pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it [Born Divine] The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet With years, look at my wounds In the gutter, still paying my dues [Cappadonna] Return of the Pillage Garbage cans, squeezing the box Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks We on the rooftops, looking for cops Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops What up, ock? [Hook: MPM] Ya'll don't see what I see Sometimes you misunderstood me The dramatic cross street blues Let a lot, see my dues [Outro: Cappadonna] Ain't no characteristics in this shit (baseball hat, baseball hat) Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Tug Dat Rope[Cappadonna] I'm on the ground floor hustling, but I'mma still score I don't care what ya'll say, cuz I'm ready for more Yo, these streets got my head, like never before That's why my man Big Gator gotta carry the four Even though we just looking for beats, they hating on us Now, muthafucka, so we looking for beef So we took it to the beast, and got a little deal Might shut shit down, cuz it got a little real Now we ready to live, and prepared to die Yo, all we wanted was a piece of the pie And a tall glass of milk, the brotherhood is real built Using the knowledge, that God gave us Yo, we got to save us, this time we took many falls But we never gave up, yo I'm happy to be alive And survive in dust, gave thought to suicide Yo, it's still not enough, sniff coke Had a lot of money and went broke, but times go hard Yo, we tugging the rope, yeah, we tugging the rope Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat Never forgetting where I come from, I love my folks We ghetto, like the rest of ya'll, got dreams and hopes I'm in the valley with you, straight slumming We got to spit when the swat come in, yeah load up our shit Watch out, yeah the roads is slit, the flows is thick It's real out here, yo, the colds is brick And it's too many fights, up all night Can't wait for tomorrow to come, we live with the gun And when the clouds part, there go the sun, we are all one As the Earth spun, niggas got murdered and hurt Some, and when the dirt come, it's worth done Tight skirt holding the young I'm on the come-up, Q-Dini, beating the slums up We never gonna quit, til the ones is up Give me the broc', I like money like the rest of ya'll Now give me the rock, I'mma shine when it's my time, give me a spot Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope, yeah, tugging the rope Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, Diggeler..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** ’96 Recreation[rza] Yeah, start wit that one Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit Wit love should I release hits We travel through bodies like blood vessels All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!! [cappadonna] Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate So spoil like coke in the foil Knock knock, I shot the whole block Electricity, flow splendidly Internally inside of me like tony starks tee I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor [rza] My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve [cappadonna] I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved Never inconceited, never been beated Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated My style you need it, I just write to read it It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food Cause he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude To the father year me, o-r-i-g Respond to the war wit the killa bee law [ol' dirty bastard] Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land So I can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your f**kin ass You tried to chop shit on up Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that [rza] Legendary microphone's weaponary You secondary bitch-ass fairies Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon I be the quoted mathematical combination Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin [cappadonna] Just then, I came on the stage like wind Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy You need a coat just to protect your throat Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise Chap-lipped duds can't f**k wit the chatterbox Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox Shaolin niggas won't f**k wit one block *pause* Broke forgot about half the slang murderer Down wit the union big street sling murderer Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Baby MommasYeah this one right here go out to all my baby mothers Baby mommas I love ya'll Know what I'm saying Love the family We stick together And that's how its gotta be I told them other girls ya'll come first That's how I feel I'm back [Hook] Even though these streets be making me weak You know I love my baby mommas Even though its hard for a brother out here You know I love my baby mommas Even though sex ain't nothing to me You know I love my baby mommas Even though its hard out here for a brother You know I love my baby mommas [Verse 1] Hey so I came through Straight Muslim oil and suit piece Fix my tie on my neck Then I step to acute piece I love my baby mothers Cause that's where my roots be Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna I love all ya'll children like I love my momma Trying to take care of mine, I don't need no drama I just love my family like my name Obama Strive with me, if you family then vibe with me I work hard for mines, get on sides with me Feed my seeds, get 'em clothes, cut their hair, wipe their nose These are things I like to do, that's why I be doing shows Ya'll got me mixed up, thinking I be screwing hoes Hopefully I get rich Long as I'm pursuing goals There's eight million stories out there baby, mines was never told [Bridge] Yeah, for real This one go out to all the baby mothers out there Striving [Hook] I love my baby mommas Even though these streets be making me weak I love my baby mommas Even though its hard for a brother out there I love my baby mommas Even though sex ain't nothing to me I love my baby mommas [Verse 2] To all my baby mothers this one is for you For all the times I was busy and I didn't come through This ones for my baby mothers, I love you the most Ya'll still in my heart and I keep ya'll close For all the time I didn't have nothing and ya'll kept me afloat And this one's for my children that ya'll should be raising While I'm stuck in the grind writing rhymes at the Days Inn This ones for you my beloved More love, more support, more time, more patience I pay child support (?) statement Still love, still not hating Family, that's what it is to me It all comes naturally, attached to me Send 'em back to me That's daddy's seed Get out that room, that's daddy's weed Daddy on (and daddy look good) [Outro] Ha ha ha yeah Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna Its like we all gotta stick together That's a family right there I got love for all ya'll Beautiful women Family tree ya'll Stick together This is the end Of the conflict Between baby's daddies and baby's mothers United Time for a change And it starts right now, right here Baby mommasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Fire[Intro: Cappadonna + sample] Yeah, man, the fire is the purification I spit ("Fire") Energy.. no matter what happen, yo, I gotta spit ("Fire") Uh oh, and I'mma do it for the team, yo, I'mma spit ("Fire") [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Aiyo, I spit fire at you dudes until the die I retire I'm doing this for my family, so that we can transpire And reach limits that exceed doubt, yeah we can do this But we gotta get up off this murder route I'm on the block, momma love on the couch And the pain is unbearable, the way streets keep steering you In the wrong direction, I'mma need more thugs around you and more protection And you still guessing, you don't know what life is about yet I study and work hard for the set, I'm proud to be a doc I'm not done, my mouth's like a tech, women wit me in the stretch And the five burns from the way a man rep Fire that'll burn at a man chest, energy that [Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa] I spit ("Fire") You know I spit ("Fire") I spit ("Fire") You know I spit fire [Verse 2: Masta Killa] I'm sweet flowing river, mathematics be the wisdom Compound and we elements of sound, transmitted Through the system of engineering Technology allows me to transform Words to sight, light is written In five hundred seconds, since bitten and recited A million black men united, from Shaolin Medina heard the warrior call, we were everywhere Already cocked and ready, one thought blew 'em off the planet He can't stand it, head rocking, stadium shit You know the champion, multiple armed subjects Revolutionary techniques, please don't disrespect the projects This is for the babies, and I don't want to have Get ignorant and clap you For nothing, we suppose to be brother and I other than self It's the best part that sparks all things Fire is in heavy rotation, all saying [Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa + together] I spit ("Fire") You know we spit— —Fire You know we spit fire You know we spit fire [Outro: Cappadonna] [Produced by Chicargo]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Pain Is Love[Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 1: Lounge Mode] Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing And my niggas out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin' Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or something? Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or somethin' You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automatic Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, right You wanna see it? Then get on my nerves Oh you live, and I'm gettin' money spit on my curb In the hood where it get no harder, only tougher Crack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother Hustlin', still forty off a hundred packs I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar Me and my dog throw crack in the jar Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car And I told ya'll niggas how the Staten rock We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know And where you at, then ya ass is got [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 2: Solomon Childs] We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics At a level that you should of been years ago Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragic Rest in peace, to Mayor Guliani's term They say I'm wrong, shit I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards All around the ball glowin', they got the weed flow droughted Or maybe niggas in the hood just ain't 'bout it Talkin' Hercules, and ain't nothin' but dog food Staten Island, New York City drools Crazy glue on my fingerprints Name on the concrete of my hood, what's really good? Vendetta's with these rap stars Frontin' like this crime and the pet is they cars Believe I was God in my last life What if it was your knife? What if they was your gloves, nigga.. [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me? [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love shit And ya'll bitch ass niggas, ya'll wanted me to quit Because the way I dress ill and the way that I spit But I ain't never gon' stop, droppin' these joints And ya'll fake ass niggas, ya'll ain't gettin' no points Don't try to sabotage me, cuz you just can't do it You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew it Big Donna from the group home, that's my word Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your bird Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curb Pillage for life, Allah's will be the most superb Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can't live My gun's on empty, but it's more shots to give I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your kid Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J. did Escapin' the crime scene and you love how I slid [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Do It / Push[Intro: Cappadonna] Six years in the game, nigga, I ain't changed a bit Get with is, get up, yeah, come on Do it, club drinkin' tonight, push, yeah [Verse 1: Cappadonna] My whole quick off the hook, catch us live at a theater Chicks start doin' they thing, you gotta hear us We always in effect, man, police don't scare us We smoke weed in the clubs, drinkin' a little beer-a Post up love, honeys in the mirror Turn the mics up so they can hear a little clearer Real niggas and fly honies is in the area Vibe with me, come on, stride with me And when you start feelin' this shit, just slide with me Lay back on this, come on, glide with me [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyo, whose the illest rappers, I don't really give a shit All I wanna hear is one of ya'll niggas spit We at the livest event, and to get in this bitch Some niggas pay 20 cent, man, make it happen Come on, all of ya'll niggas on the left start clappin' All of ya'll honey's on the right start clappin' All in together now, get ready for the rappin' (come on, do it..) Me and my click came over for some action Sippin' on Hen dog, everybody maxin' Next thing you know, these niggas start yappin' Heads was gettin' flown, jaws started crackin' But then shit calm down, everything was chill Stupid muthafuckas wanna test our skill Ok, back to the beat, now, how it feel? [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Ladies love how it's goin' down Cuz we always show 'em love, everytime that we come around And niggas like how we doin' shit It's just a couple muthafuckas wanna ruin the shit You little thugs can't wait for the tunes to hit Niggas is wildin' out, racoons'll spit We at the spot where the willies at, spendin' their chips And them ghetto glamorous chicks be swingin' they hips Niggas best to believe, we like it just like that All love in the fiesta, no kinds of crack Everybody is fancy, see the jewels is fat Come on ya'll, fuck with this, nigga, where you at? [Chorus: Cappadonna] Do it, push Do it, do it, do it Do it, push Do it, do it, do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Power to the Peso[Intro: Lounge Mode] Yeah, nigga! Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll know what it is, man I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!) [Verse 1: Lounge Mode] Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood And roll dice by the elevator, and post up And wait there, if he comin' in, dog, gotta wait til later I squeeze off, ease off from the nine milly And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!" And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly Danger, danger, ain't nothin' change but space Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage And how I do damage, fuck takin' flicks for cameras You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana Plus these labels exec's come in a calm manner N.S.Beezy, I stay easy Fuck what ya'll niggas is talkin', I'm off the heezy [Verse 2: Cappadonna] In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend Niggas stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up Hands up, yeah, kid, it's the real Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz So much that we gotta pay the bills Give us the cream or get killed.... Goon Squad! [Verse 3: Wigz] Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth No cuff', I throw the ol' joint off the roof It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+ The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler I'm a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler Off your front porch, g off ya back deck This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin' up the projects [Verse 4: Solomon Childs] We killas as sharp as knives Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer Got my own killa slang and dancers Certain hammers for certain circumstances These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean? I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans No handouts, stay earnin' mine The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know That a ho gon' always be a ho And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo The feds could of never caught 'Cino P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** 1&9[Intro:] This one right here 1 & 9 [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Hate to see my brothers minds go dimes blow Shines glow No swine no pork SI NY Gainsborough Every thought Streets talk Beats talk East court Knock your [?] off Night cellular Million dollar selling I score cheddar up Hard work betta us [?] tracks I speak facts Homies you cheap acts Nigga I’m G cats cars, money, microphones Hundreds I keep that Holding my fort down My fort sports that east pack Allow meats Nigga we eat that Study work hard make it out Then we reach back Monumental love Continental wishes Making death wishes Hood niggas roll out Dimes and ghetto bitches Drug money riches That had good niggas be snitches Now wait a minute My gun [?] It could never be finished I been in it since the beginning X amount of free pussy Free weed, free bombs, free business For all the hell we been through Nigga this is for the sinners It’s my word Me and Shaeine an dem Everybody do what they do Let’s take money, take paper man Shine on, shine on It don’t even matter yo We up the ladder on the reservation man This is how we do Shine talk, new talk, new walk What you goin do nigga This is how we off the boardwalk All of ma niggas that getting that paper Keep getting that paper [Verse 2:] [Unique] Hold up, hold up I got something to say Something to spray Games on if you get in my way Black gloves in the back With the 9 in the tray Pow Lay you down All you hear is the sound See the guard, see the tassle Yeah I’m sporting a crown Look around at my cypher Get torched around Unique I’m one different from the rest Spitting with the tech Blood leaking from your chest (let’s go) Surely ain’t one to test I rest You at peace Leave a crease in the beat Sum’in for the street Knowledge on You know the theme of this song Real minds I talk mines That’s how we all stand strong [Verse 3:] [GQ] You put in the couch I got better plans But I gotta watch my back For black vans and pelligrins Rap fans instead of [?] Half chance to get it ram Past friends And the white chicks Still saving the last dance Two steps ahead of you Ready for all the drama Talk so heavy [?] Of yo’ medical marijuana I’m shredding you in the biz On some presidential shit Crash surrender will show you the meaning Of what reckless is You can’t do it all on your own You got a betta chance Ryna to pull a sword out of stone You got a betta chance Stocking goods to board up your home Cause i’m callin it home And blow up the mall with a drone Of cause in the zone Wildin’ like im violent in a foster home Toss your bones in a bottomless pit Or for them organ donors Offer loan your heart is stone Starting over in some parts unknown That will rip you apart Swim the sharks and get your cartilage torn [Verse 4:] [Don Shae] I’m like a new baby guerilla That’s born in the wild Brains spillin on the 5th Got you snorting on tile Trained killer Got a few in the coroner’s now Easy to kill And got me bent When i’m recording my sound Yeah, i’m from the borough of shaolin Where the thoroughest niggas is found in [?] niggas get pound in Empty the clip Throw another round in Then jump in the black benz with surround sound in My flows so deep niggas could drown in it Adjacent to crystal lake And sticking them clowns in it Get stripped down in it Exchange shots if you down with in Between shots filled with browns [?] Got the bank with the mounts in it Five grand, this is my last roll Then imma bounce, dig it Platinum bridge in his mouth With diamonds mount in it Cause there’s a lot of zeros in my accounts [?] Filthy fuck boys hanging on [?] again Cause I shoot bullets you can’t block Like adrian peterson You don’t wanna see shae on these streets again Cause the sk sleep again Gotta call in da and police again I got too many guns for one person Main street or back block Catch it my gun’s bursting You can catch me Smack dab on the strip Guns like calisthenics Burn your abs with the fifths So everytime you see me The big mags on my hip Fully loaded clips For all you fags on my dick And I shoot it sideways Like bruce willis on his last flick So move easy And 9 [?] are blasting You won’t last in the streets And when it get cold I turn it up With the flash from the heat Low bass settle deep So go ahead and play with it Turn your face into tomato sauce When the tray hit it [Outro:] Can you dig it [x3]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** The Anointing[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah... fire and brimstone, the anointing Yo, straight up and down, black music, yo [Cappadonna] The black ACG's on, Louis Vitton Yo, I'm feeling quite right tonight, ya'll Big Cappadon, still low in the cut, with the gold fronts on Chilling out, ladies loving, my socks bugging me out I'm on a paper chase, stay fly Henny to waste, pistol on the waist I ain't trying to catch another case Up on the tour bus, Theodore Unit Entrepreneur status, the big baddest, family matters Weed blowing, listening to Gladys Soul babies with the 18 karat, solid gold rings Smash BB Kings, annihilate clubs out of state Cappachino the Great, my nigga Ghostface, we stay laced Bubble letters with the rugby hats, we were the thugs be at Clubs react, niggas wanna be us We g'd up, back on the block, re'd up Chicks talking, wilding niggas walking, tell ya story walking Take caution, I got the flow sick, put dough on the hits Snows all over the bricks, got hoes all over my shit Stand back, while I blow this bitch Every day, my whole dress code switch Don Diggeler, top of the line Certified rhyme buster one time, milk this cow The best way I know how, raising a mild child Original O.G., beats could never hold me Laid back, just aligner, what me and my Co-D The ice cold O.E., my name is tattered on your H.O.E Labels could never control me Goldielocks stay creepin' with the cold ass heat Diggler...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Here 2 Day[Cappadonna] These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds Niggas dump on ya'll, straight take ya shines Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine Niggas'll kill muthafuckas for a bottle of wine So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind Here today niggas, better have a good time Gone tomorrow, that's how it is in the grind So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night Niggas'll cut you up, if the trees ain't right All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight Cock back my headphones, then I squeeze them right Yo, niggas'll kill niggas for the cheese and ice And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice All of my in-the-ghetto niggas want G's and bikes That's why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake I ain't try'nna be the one, just linger a zoo I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew And we lounging real hard, uptown's is new Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue Traveling across the world, like alakazoo Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am Throw my darts like I told you I can Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is [Rush] Yeah, it's basic dog, we all in this game to ball I leave my mark in your hood, like I'm writing on walls Come ride my balls and tell yo, bitch to come here I'm hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight I'm like a weed plant, nigga, I stay in the light On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks I lay low on street corners, while I'm handing out packs Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts Your glitter attracts, like I ain't that, nigga get clapped Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist A profession is my conscience'll, leave you breathless I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid Watch me own back, I'm big, black and brolic Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines Cutting competition off with the guillotine What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable You're uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all Make your call, it's all street justice, dog Even if the innocent, have to be involved We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall I'm layin' the law, while your whore playing the four Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven I don't, aim to please, I aim to squeeze And I'm aiming for the stars, cock sucker, say cheese, chumpEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 3[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down I'm rising up, Imma little smarter I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game No matter what everbody still knowin' my name I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out Rush closed the store down gust took my house Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute My brains is black gold You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me My sword bear love you could build a church on me So put your hands together for the unordinary light I spread fish be the bread of life The armor of God, God's to pour through the night Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas So whoever can't see better open they eyes Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies Prayed upon his precious life Please nourish my thought like a wife And may the lost generation be found Because you can't keep a good man down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Spark That Dutch[Cappadonna] Aiyo, spark that dutch, cuz my life is fucked up Even my hustle game is nothing but tough luck I stay in the street life, hoe took my truck Scrambling for increase, so my kids can eat I went savage when I felt the heat, you think something's sweet Yeah, muthafucka, til the beast get in you Go vampire on 'em, let the feast continue For real, lord have mercy when I beat the venue Rhyme sound so nice, you can eat the menu G-O, spark that dutch, cuz your life is so ill Shit on the line, and you might have to kill Ribs is touching, what you know about street production How you feel about living where the heats is busting It's the same old shit when I release the button Yo, spark that dutch, blow the sheets or something (You know how we do...) [Chorus: Cappadonna] Yo, spark that dutch if you don't give up Spark that dutch, nigga, cuz the streets is rough Spark that dutch, nigga, for the hoes that fuck Spark that dutch, nigga, til the stacks is up [Rush] Spark that dutch, get lifted on the back of the bus Make a kid do a bid, ain't, nothing to tough That we can't handle, get it like the watergate scandal And scramble til the cakes done, and blow out your candle Roll up a muscle, can't do nothing but hustle And I'm broke, and I can't buy, nothing but trouble I don't cuddle, but I hustle til the sun eclipse And that's a long time coming, nigga, run your shit I ain't done til I hawk and spit, on the track Park and pump yac' in any hood on the map It ain't where you from, it's, where you're strapped And how you react, when the, pressue is on Read it in reverse, like the, Holy Qu'ran Through my sons I live on, my soul lurking through ya'll And I advise ya, sky high, cuz it's curtains for ya'll... [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** What’s Really Up?[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Boss rap stupid I'm telling you right now Staten Island man Don't front on me, Yo [Cappadonna] I grew up in Staten Island where the doors be locked Crack dealers be at the building, The floors be hot Yo Dreds be in the spot selling bags of meth On a good day, You might see my homeboy Chef Joelle, He turned rat now he's scared to death Little kids still running round, Way after the dark At the PF-57 near Policeman Park In the back they found a new born stuffed in a bag In the hood brothers die young it makes me sad Ayo, I dropped out of school a high school Dad Streets be eating up my brain like weed and hash Taking trips up town hopping out of the cabs Ridden calves from the Africans, Crashing em up Putting dime into dollar bills smashing em up Instead of passing our grade, We's passing the Dutch Getting shipped away daily in them slavery trucks [Hook: Cappadonna] Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up [Cappadonna] In the hood it's only tough love and real tough thugs Ayo I was the type of dude that didn't stay in the house I was the type to while out and bring a tre in the house And Momma Love used to tell me not to be like that But I'll be gone for a week like I'll be right back Staten Island, Yo, We can't stop the hustle Ayo these thugs used to work for this kid named Muscle Watch out for ply yeah, Cause that kid might bust you Even though we hang tight yo we really don't trust you Got brothers that'll shake your hand and then they'll cut you But if your blood like me then the litter can't touch you And it's the hood that got the world going insane Even the suburbs, They know about the crack cocaine It's the hood that drove brothers like Shorty insane Ayo what's really up, Brother can't even maintain [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Goon Skwad[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, Goon Skwad, we will not be oppressed Revolutionary rap, holla, ahhhh Don't get it twisted, thou shall stand up Goon Skwad hold it down, ahhhh [Chorus: Cappadonna] Goon Skwad, real niggas that represent, it's the Goon Skwad, bitch niggas, best to repent, it's the Goon Skwad, what? Coming, to pay the rent, it's the Goon Skwad, thug niggas be getting bent, it's the Goon Skwad, niggas with attitudes, it's the Goon Skwad, big niggas that eat your food, it's the Goon Skwad, yeah nigga, we coming right, it's the Goon Skwad, hand grenades, ready to fight, it's the Goon Skwad [Cappadonna] Don't you ever get it twisted, when we Walk in the club with that, shiny biscuit We come in peace, for whoever, wanna kick it It's the Goon Skwad, peace to Ruff Ryders, they down shifting And pop them gears, fall back on they knees, and make it The cops be coming round trying to get my goons a ticket It's the Goon Skwad, when we in the spot, them games be doing things Getting my niggas, lick a shot and you might get shot Some people be falling down, trying to get to the top Them devils be wanting you to stop, giving you praise Make us a lot, what you gonna do when you find yourself left on the block Goon Skwad, it's the Goon Skwad, ahhhh [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Major figure niggas don't play that shit We back to munching, we kill and spit, we like them thongs And them bras be on them chicks, Benzitos and them Hummers And spoiler kits, Nikes and fitted hats, how them ballers get Women be shaking they ass, flashing they tits Niggas be fronting and stunting, making you ball your fists In trouble with them Bloods and Crips, put depot niggas And them niggas who be slinging bricks, VD up in them time My niggas don't ever slip, fuck around and get your face whipped Goon Skwad, hit me on the hip, ready to flip Coming hard, it's the Goon Skwad, Goon Skwad, it's the Gooon Skwad, ahhh [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Famous Aimers[Intro:] Yeah Just puff something man Get my mind right From all of these crazy hood dreams Yo eh yo now come’on [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Master of Ceremony I hate being around fake niggas That’s mad phoney Chicks ride the pony Me and amar eat veggies Its still boney Most of the times I step in the spot And niggas know me I roll blunts And I be smoking just like a roly poly Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam Alot of dimes and money Fast as I can Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashin in We superstars in the game Dangerous men Whores don’t really like me But they fuck me again Money chaser Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up Pop off Blast at everything until we make up In the back of the car On the dark route Two indian chicks that like dark cock I keep a [?] on my jock Just like my name [?] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] I play the game by the old school rules You can rap the microphone if you don’t pay no dues And the rhymes so simple but you so confused Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage Hip hop wasn’t designed for that nonsense We here to regulate Come out of conflicts Told ya’ll realness so get ya’ll the knowledge (c’mon) Make you rap better Elevate the [?] level Compete the guards and things Throw some patron [?] Form shit outta nothin’ I’m saying get cheddar Home of 400 or more But ya’ll don’t know better It’s a science to the study, to the t Success is nothing but the generation they achieve So i’m weaving like the shoalin monk From woo jing [?] Of any other mc [Verse 3:] [Don Shae] I can turn a hard block into a soft one Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband [?] turn a hard rock into live round Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya Hennessy and herb, hard shots and [?] White bentley azure Hard top like a milestone Im a monster like kanye and nikki Shit get like concreate when don shae hit the city Cause i’m an older dude I’m old school I can show proof To my young boys How to blow through moves Man I learned alot Never burned a rock Selling night Burn the block But never burned the pot Burning spot 12 12s How you burn the spot Murder plots 12 shells at the murder spot I never heard of op He never earned a spot Turn this top convertible drop When I [?] [Verse 4:] [PMD] My flow is so cold like Chicago I know it all slow But p’s never off Always on soul Pay attention when I check back in Snappin neck again Business never personal From long island to shoalin Bring it back to the fish in the hat And banging tracks When it come to globetrotting Been there, done that Raising the cheech and chong Doing a 100 meters on the autobond Once again its on Its the hip hop overlord Overseeing the source Birth the hiphop act From the land of the lost Screaming boss Pmd still come with the force Transmitting through satellites How I stay on courseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Get Paper[Intro: Lounge Lo (Cappadonna)] Yeah (yeah) what we do (come on Dini) huh? (1-6-Ooh) Yessa yessa my lord (Park Hill Productions, the mic'er son) faggots (Uh let's do this, turn it up, yo) [Chorus: Lounge Lo] If you see us on the block getting paper Chump, you better bet we got that thing on our waist And if you niggas don't think that it's major Then we'd gotta shoot you right dead in your --- [Cappadonna] Sometimes I feel like the whole world was built around me I used to sell crack until this music shit found me The streets remain deep, but not deep enough to drown me New York chop it up, get it cooking like ground beef When me and Lounge put it down, baby, it sound sweet We worked hard for this for shit, putting in work It didn't take long for us to put our foot in the dirt New York City of dreams, glamorous, iced out Fly whips with the fly crib, chicks on the couch Skyline, city of hopes, American lifestyle We ain't waiting for that gwop, we wanting it right now Fuck being broke, I wanna live like a white child My slums bust gun, base let go and white owl Forever on the grind, suck pussy and get paper Cell phone, two-way pager, all my niggas stay major Like Comrad, bombing the tracks like Arabs Money for grabs, let's get it, New York fitted Sliding out the door with a bit-itch Tell your wifey don't snit-itch, let's get rit-ich Tell 'em Diggeler did it, that's how I love to spit it [Chorus] [Lounge Lo] You might see on the six train, riding the subby Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks, and none of them ugly Staten Island's Most Popular Son, do what I do Fuck licks, I got chips and I carry a gun I told the Don to hold me down, I got some shit to finish And this is Blood Brothers 2, without counting the minutes One, the take-out food, I break your dude And have your daughter raped in school, after I ate your food I like the pen, but I hate the grooves, hate niggas Who talk shit, and like they wanna trace my moves Like where I'm coppin' the hard at and how much grams cost The mayor of my block, I've been holding the damn torch You see he go, it's BZ Mode With a Yes Lord, Yeah Man, easy flow Times up, rhymes up, man, CD gold I take it back to the Ooh and get one sixty dough [Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Natural Disaster[Verse 1: Capadonna] Imma twist another nigga’s sandwich and get managed Puff after puff, my star goin’ demand this Reports, numbers, autographs and cameras, uh I’m on the scanners, murdering the crowds with good manners It’s a lot of rap bandits, not ready to be candidates But let’s handle this, show them how to dismantle this bitch When I spit, [?] gotta submit, c’mon Prophet, always on top of this shit Hunger it, 7 days and 7 nights, you need to settle it When I was the coach of that dump, I used to meddle, yeah Pitbulls is everywhere, yo, my kettle is thick [?] keeping the booker for real tea You can’t race me, gotta embrace me I’m hood, everytime I hear the beat Up in everybody hood, everybody know ol’ g I hold the microphone, plus I got the rosary So when we murder my enemies, nigga, I’m supposed to flee Back in this fly, where nobody can see Feds got to reason with the kid till the pyramids Bout to return will come back like jesus did Street conquerors, young life, young sponsorers Bout to run up in the spot touch down and get bonkerers [Verse 2: Amar Divine] You’re irrelevant, getting sick informally until I’m normally Act off and coast and pose, you see my karma be Vibrant, uh huh, it makes me live When I walk up bank and take all of your bread Doin nuttin level and now we got a night cover Party like the same eyed doe is [?] Just a second to go, yo, man you dealing with Businessmen, enterprise, niggas that flow We got king cash sense, we add cents For many we the federal laws my cash spent Ma sober manner, stealin’ in ma farm grammar Clone shit to grow fertilize it with a banner Watch me up worth double, I put my nut work Rap into a huddle, man, you little tryin big niggas is big trouble [Verse 3: WonderWoman] I been anointed with the holy oil Flow the ink, lets me think clearly Wondering minds, fastforward not rewind Plan to do the flashbacks futuristic preparations Now I know how to react, facing facts, not fantasy Virtual reality, meditate, moment of clarity Proposing hits, increasing my salary Overcoming technicalities Daddy’s little girl, mama’s pearl, so i’m prepared For the ugly beasts in this world But now I got my arsenal ready Keeping my strong arm steady Goal getting, trendsetting Captivating, so amazing trailblazing Persevere through the chaos Now I’m leaving the booth blazing [Verse 4: Lounger Low] I’m back from the dead like Fred Kruger Original head shooter get head on the bed with the let in Aruba I took drugs that Michael had and slept for days Came back and told Cap, I was rappin’ with dad But now I’m like fuck it, I keep my cool And if you test, Imma eat your food Ya’ll niggas don’t know my streets, fuck boy I’m Staten’s most pop’, you don’t know my peeps Kept it quiet for a minute stayed away from the beat But I tell you one thing, I had to pay for my heat So I lounge in the cut with shells, it ain’t hard to tell I got that ill shit, sour smells Car kill hooligan who used to wild out Ow I wanna shoot again, either or you or him A ferry boat (boat), I buss one online I’m on 17s, you on them old times Yeah, uh huh [Outro: sample] As he talks he paints a picture with words and gesturesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Parkhill Avenue Crew[Intro:] Yeah All the time Prepare yourself Straight up [?] about to get real Let’s do this We do it hood style Killer hill all the way to the bottom To the top Imma get mine you (echoes) We gonna get this bread Trust me when I tell you Let me hold that thing [gunshot] Hook off (echoes) [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] They tryna replace love in the world with falsehood Robots and virtual reality Bring slavery back Cut everybody's salary Lock yourself up for a mere technicality Homies say they buggin But they not conscious I’ve been around the world I’ve dealt with a lot of monsters Wu tang squad s bonkers I’ve been in the rap game for the longest Black defenders Go to war with the space invaders Androids everywhere Smash them like potatoes Move like pacman An original styler Honey see my donkey kong Is all gallagher Tom told cherry to chil So I could wild with her Three’s company now Call it my a team All in the family yeah We can make clean Step it up like the jeffersons Have good times Hook north in these beats Ain’t nuttin like hood times Hate is enough Be the partridge family We the black brady bunch Give it out like it’s free lunch Yeah Four hustler flow Got that All day with it Don’t play with it [Verse 2:] [Chunky] It’s a different world Got a lot of different strokes But that’s the facts of life Dont take it as a joke I’m not batman I’m the original black man Tellin the kids what to do When they see that crack man Evidence of fingerprints Booby trackers in my ends Do god’s plans Raise the level of the nubians Yeah we the super fans Mega bigga hip hop stars The stupid [?] Tougher than leather We all in together We never goin sever We bringin the tether Breaking the sound barrier Worldwind Shaolin fists Black activist Young,black, ghetto rich I’m down for the brick I don’t give a fuck yo And I don’t really give a shit Imma keep wilding out Until I make it to the tip Up there Somewhere real high Airplane to So plain On the go Real, real fast Make money on the train yo (making the change tho) [scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa… The great-the-the-the great] [Verse 3:] [Kash Verranzono] I said the town’s built now I’m just waiting to give it to em I search in his crib Bring it straight to his living room Grown man blitz I’m coming off of the d line Tell him fall back Take a seat and then recline Killer hill bully is back I got the whole crew 30 shot filled to the top Give em the whole thing I stand clear of niggas that on that sufferin shit I will dearly depart Anybody you fuckin with A savage That charlie i’m dumping Automatic I’ll get your head Put in that paper bag On plastic Gangsta’s turning gullible Same hood niggas that look up to you And honestly say don’t even fuck with you The more you going put in Is the more you going get out You rocking down new york Then afterwards spread out You think you going get rid of me Really got to be kidding me You’d only made me stronger You fuckers thought it was killin me Guess what Zipper your war boots and your vests up Cause when i’m done loading with niggas You next up You smashing on the pedal nigga It’s my year So realise I ain't goin nowhere Homicide [Scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa… The great-the-the-the great] [Verse 4:] Yeah Uh huh Straight from the motherland Dick bitches know how to smoke them greens They creep through your window like [?] This what you get Plastic 40 Invisible cut And the camera guy was me Poppin spades in the vic And they off you You stay talking shit But it cost you You left your fame straight But that’s all you Bitch nigga I’m next door I’m on top yo spouse Move wrong motherfucker Put the blade in her mouth Knock her head to the roof Just to clear the shit out Nigga shot just to get a [?] round on the house Talk slick And i’m taking you out your misery Revolver spinnin in both hands Like yosemite I’m from the block I bet these niggas remember me Tryna go the harder way Just like timothy Pause on dope Nigga be on the smack card Od on beats Motherfucker i’m natural Plastic Glock Bullets is titanium Kinda shit that melt in your hand Before you bang on em I know you don’t like your view But keep hating then I hope [?] will put a move Off in his cranium Bow bow bow bang bow bow Bop bop Blooooww Bbbblllooooow Yo cat What the fuck is that Homicide housing Loose lips [Outro:] Hook off (echoes) Bang (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Wanted[Intro: KMC (Cappadonna)] Remix (Cappadonna, KMC, Wu-Tang, wanted down in Jamaica) Wu-Tang, here it is [KMC] Pass me clothes, jump on a beewee Playing on my guard, on the yard And the caddy bout it, front of me Want twenty five dollars, I'm robbed But I'm rich, bout the Trinidad, ya'll can look on Me want my movement on the art Jamaican pool, is all up me up Physician me want bumbaclot, know [Chorus 4X: KMC] I'm wanted (wanted) wanted (wanted) Wanted in Jamaica [Cappadonna] I'm wanted for a crime that I didn't commit Wu-Tang Clan, we never submit Throw away the guns, empty the clips It just like Jamaica, down in the Bricks Gun man move, we don't take no shit New kind of gun, we exercise it Snake like a silent ninja, get cash Go hard, pull heat for the legal tender Bad boy movement, never surrender Police go wild, whenever we enter We in here like power guard center Cappadonna, KMC Swiss vans up, duck the po-e In Jamaica, keep it low d Feds come around, tell 'em you don't know me You don't know me, you don't know me [Chorus 4X] [KMC] You says I pull on the boy, them throw 'em my up Get the gun, blood fire, from all the bluff All the killy killy boy, them come bumbaclot Beenie Man, gon ponder de bumbaclot As KMC, said he want bumbaclot Police want to lock me up for bumbaclot Said me all up in the jets at the bumbaclot Boy, I cuff me on lock, boy Beenie Man, you coulda tell me Bounty Killer could of warned me Weed mash, oh boy, you could of showed me I would of never disrespect the country Look after me, come off the stage The whole media going in a rage Police want me, locked up in a cage Know me, I be in a new page [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Cappadonna] Yeah, man, Cappadonna, KMC Wanted, in Jamaica, Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez on the swarm This is how we do it, we mix it up to get it popping Police not catch us, wanted in America, wantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Actual Facts[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah Another exclusive (uh huh) Its that piff for your mind Study, get your mind right Little homie (I see you) Little mama (uh huh) Straight up the doctor is in Its that penicillin Ay yo Yeah [Verse: Cappadonna] My eyes all red My head filled with blunt smoke I'm out here struggling And I still can feel hope My job not ready Paychecks not steady I used to sell drugs Just me and my man Henny Now I'm out here flipping these raps To enlighten the youths Life is more than selling crack On the project stoops I came from nothing But I always kept my roots Don't floss on them Show them how to stack their loot Intelligent minds we think alike Utilize my gift Music make people unite Spirits uplift, see through the sun's light The kids loving it My universal sound And yo I do it for the public We discovery shit All my fans want to cuddle with this Protect my family from the police sticks Pancakes, grits in the morning at six Hot boys running up in the bricks Welfare mixtape yeah fame (?) I eat them beats up Man pass a toothpick [Hook] Yo we never going to stop Getting this paper As long as we black you can count on that And if you from the projects Yo we got your back Best believe, true indeed That's an actual fact Yo we never going to stop Getting this paper As long as we black you can count on that And if you from the projects Yo we got your back Best be believing son Ayo its actual factEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** C.A.P.P.A.[Intro:] Yo I’m an artist I draw pictures Same ol’ shit Different day I’m not a hater I’m a participator Hard times and prophecy I’m a hip hop entrepreneur Spiritual rap in guerilla warfare I’m a legend in the game Concrete jungle life in the world I dedicate this one to all them artist [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Some of ya’ll say you can’t understand me Cause you don’t know the science of a nigga with a [?] Came from the slums Now I got more funds The more paper The more I see the hate come I’m out here tryna get a little break from the snakes and the jakes them Gotta shake them Give a lot back Now I gotta make some I don’t trust none of ya’ll You could be a fake one Friends are enemies Enemies turned friends Don’t judge me Cause we all got the same sins I’m a hustler Entrepreneur You a customer You want me to do it Keep coming [?] in that floor Make a honey jump to it an screw it Nuttin to fool with it Go to school with it Still drive jewels with it Flowing on cruise with it And i’m gonna do with it What I gotta do with it Till i’m through with it Brother you can go and spread the news with it Yeah Uh [Chorus:] C-a-pp-a [x3] Check it out yea [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] My nigga roughs that speedy game up Niggas wanna rock with the hot potatoes Ain’t no thing Cause a nigga go in Tell you motherfuckers Yo you are not the greatest Tell the dj stop the faders Bring it back to the top of playlist Every night you niggas get it right Every nigga with a mic Wanna spit some pages Well nothing is safe Straight anus You a homo thug that got famous Don’t wanna hear your thought You little wack report Your lifestyle don’t fuckin entertain us It’s all fake nigga Stick to the basics Drugs, moneys, hoes, no innovation I’m too real for your radio station Djs might lose their jobs they try to play this [Chorus] C-a-pp-a [x7] Consider all poor people acceptable [Sample ominous sound Gunshot] Hook off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Project Kids[Intro:] Yeah Getting this money Stay like that Fuck everybody [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Cracks in my pocket I’m only 17 Can’t wait till i’m older So I can do independent things Well first i’ll have money Then I got bad diet Thought out high school Imma fuck up that Pray that god don’t judge me For all of my wrongs So I forgive all of ya’ll niggas And I put it in a song, c’mon If you fucked up the way that I did Then you more than just a baby You a project kid You probably shitted on yourself And you proud of where you come from Most niggas in the hood see no good Why you think people hear shots and they don’t run Stuck with this loaf of bread A couple stale slices Eat with tea cause got it wrapped in ice chips Look at the black guy He got 30 white chicks Yeah we fight hard And we spark purple night sticks Urkel type witch With classy ass chicks That love me for me Cause I master that bitch Stuntin african nigga Yea It ain’t nothing for us to get dirty Always keep a big scrape on our knees since big wheels Fresh for you It’s hot in the pjs I think you smell good, you look good, you feel good [?] you can make it tryna fake it Come on man be yourself I know how you feel Michael jackson said it starts with the man in the mirror Michael jackson shit [Verse 2:] [Amar divine] Sometime it get cold up in my zone man Two to the head just staring at the microphone Like yo I can just see starting to blow And get some money real quick Cause everybody making dough Maybe i’ll simplify my rhyme a little sum’in I talk a lot of shit And never say nuttin Reduce the realness I’ll amplify the front Make it seem like i’m dumb as fuck And I don’t know nuttin I’d like that life (i bet you would) The world train nigga Glorified kill in the zone To get some fame nigga Flav used to live in the house With the same niggas Passengers bought in crib Got them plane tickets Send his monkey ass on tour Make sure he say what he’s supposed to say Nuttin more God forbid these niggas start making sense God forbid real players got a ball from bench You dig Are you sure That’s who you are Are you the person You wanna be And do you wake up nights and find You got an unclear conscience You got an unclear mind] [Verse 3:] [Show Stoppa] I was raised on welfare With no health care But now I’m a man And I don’t need no help yea Cause now i’m on the block Building up my welfare Cause to me now The picture’s more clear You don’t understand What it takes to be a man Cause now I got the world in my hands So I plan To get more money in my hand So motherfuck you if you don’t understand Every woman, every man We all need a plan So it’s my duty to do all that I can To formulate and stand But now you want us dead So cap said run So I ran, damn [Sample] … But when one of your brothers is down That’s when you supposed to stand up You know what i’m sayin And be strong And be their clutch So that….] Are you sure That’s who you are Are you the person You wanna be And do you wake up nights and find You got an unclear conscience You got an unclear mind] All them white people I forgot my shit Hold up BlahhhhhblablahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** We Hood Rich Now[Intro] Yo What up kid 2009 shit right here Back out the bing son Uh Feels real nice Let's do this (Spark it) Yeah yeah Woo [Verse 1] Yo This pain ain't nothing I feel Than what I felt when I was selling out Out on the strip, crack dealt The knocks rolled, chicks yelped, my momma said help Judge hit me with a two-to-four My life got shelfed Back out the bing now, doing for self My seeds want daddy back, that's why daddy pack Baby mom screams like she's all that Give her stacks she (?) Like I sold drugs now I do rap Hood rich, do rag Too bad, you mad Still my pen pop off Two pass, my crew move (?) Golden ass Golden glass Something could get stolen real fast Niggas who be holding cash Hood rich, quick go get masks Fly whips, drove 'em and crashed And honeys is all that Ride poles and laugh [Hook] We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now Uh [Verse 2] Coordinate Get my life straight Don't exaggerate Meditate Stretch the weight Step in the gate Kept in they face Slept in their state Cappachino the great Get cake, get chicks Get bricks, get new kicks I don't play tricks its hood rich Cut a nigga if he ever should snitch Honeys, love 'em good and thick We give 'em good stick This the hood shit The floss and the royalty, love and all this How you call this Me and my baby mothers veggies and all fish (?) on all gifts Tough drugs, tough hugs, tough lugs And can't nobody do it like us 'cause [Hook] We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now We hood rich now UhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Alumni[Intro:] [?] [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] I jump off the building I land in first class I was only 13 When she gave me my first ass I remember KC gave Sherman a dirt back From the wild streets Where nobody say we worth trash Put God first, then vocabulary, church maths Quiet, go higher Then you start to admire Swing Reverend in the house You steppin in my fire Bells ring Angels appear I throw spears Beyond the clouds Yea I sing it for every child When go go foul I feed mine from exile So special Peep ma next style Guaranteed to get the flex out Never stressed out Came back and now he’s stressed out Up in the hills with black My dawg remo Watched my team glow Let the steam blow Still on my theme tho So all ya’ll brothers Better line up and pay attention Haters and enemies better line up for detention Me and my henchmen Moving like french men Burn the dutch master Burn good incense The harder we go The shit get intense Niggas fuck around It’s goin be a bad incident Sue woo 36 chambers in an instant Never get fenced it Coco [echoes] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] You make em’ listen Came to give em what they missin Turn this whole game Into a verbal composition Life, position be like that of a right He ain’t holding a pen Like what the fuck should I write See everybody here be on the sterotype I ain’t the one to follow suit Ain’t wearing your tights Will know with my intelligence Search for higher heights Seeking better understanding Words like advice From christ or buddha A vicious barracuda Rhymes like pen on [?] So they consume us You heard i’m nice Well i’m better than the rumors Can hardly even fathom How we making these moves You blessed or sumtin Are you next door frontin You may made this shit But you can’t take nothin away We either get broke or get paid Better make your choice Or get the fuck up out the way nigga [Verse 3:] [Don Shae] Shae the Ape Gorilla like King Kong Yea..move them things back and forth Like ping pong Michael Corleone Pinky ring on what? I kill a beat Getting the sting on Now pulverise anything that i’m on I keep swing on These corners you clingin on to You wanna ride or collide Bring it on Guns been supplied The silencer spinned it on Let’s get it on For sure get your fitted on Mac 11, squeeze til his middle’s gone I don’t nuts or force cups With bad chicks Who grown up but fold up When the man kick Mad gits wanna clash with the beast It’s like jurassic park Not a rap to the [?] Enemies wanna pass in the street The only way you pass Is when I pass the heat [Outro:] Hook Off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Spiritual Love[Intro:] Riddim me a culture ya’ll [Sample of spiritual love Chorus] Where my homeboys and homegirls? You already know [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] You don’t have to be at the studio Just to let the verse out That spiritual love in your heart Just let it burst out Spiritual love let the mice in the church out It’s the feeling that you get When you grow up on the right route For the trials is what you know Life is all about Forgiveness overcomes sins And hell will hold town That’s why imma hold it down For all the people that are still loving Come around Wishing the best for ‘em Never want them on the ground Staten island, worldwide Put aside your pride Killing hate shit No more black on black crime Focus on the present And leave the past behind Dig deep inside yourself And you’re sure to find Find your spiritual love Self and mankind [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Look how long we’ve been striving and growing Look at life compared to what you knowing We see the facts son We the chosen Children of the most high god Who could oppose him Which emotion here Could ever elevate To the critical control A nigga separate This is spiritual love That we reciprocate One god, one life, one truth Eliminate confusion It’s what the devil like to do See i’m a soldier in the army of god I rebuke him with the power that’s invested We manifest it We couldn’t stop it even if you could arrest it Ma niggas poppin on the corner light refreshments Get back into the crib and [?] for their assessments, huh Could be the best shit a nigga ever cop And ain't no violence in the verse And so we make them buss a shot [blap] [Spiritual love sample] [Verse 3:] [Nakeeba Amaniyea] Seh well the most high will guide and protect them Deliver weee They try a ting but no quiver or shiver Reverse situation Damn near the damnation Being hurt in my bases Can’t leave the plantation You see Blatantly fragrantly Outdo your agents Disgusting, you must think my people are vagrant Empty you tempt me Relentless for centuries Repentance, my vengeance Is promised to [?] zeen I read your messages Make your Spit with diversity None of that before rap Cold rap assume that Spiritually healing Catch those feelings Exposing the dealings Pride for the biblical Flows criticals Spit fire Brought you to my burp Umbilical Bun captivity Baptism lyrical True salvation is spiritual Amaniyea [Spiritual love]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Holdin’[Intro: Cappadonna] Park Hill Productions... that's my word Diggiler... yo [Cappadonna] It's more lonely at the bottom, than it is on top More niggas grinding it out, making it hot It's me, I straight hustle and be cabbin' a lot Cappadon', same brothers get stabbed and shot I'm in the hood with ya'll, for real, ready to rock And I hold the big shit like Big and Pac Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot [Lounge Lo] Aiyo, I spun through the ghetto, took a flick of the struggle The big boy pushing the hard youngings, getting in trouble Told the Don that I needed a hustle, and so he told the kid You rock tanktops and need no muscle But I live for the block, my wife and babies And baby moms out of town, is like 'fuck you, pay me' Killah Hill 10304, that's what made me I'm in the hood, so good with it, fuck 'em who hate me [Chorus: sample (Cappadonna)] Oh, I'm holding (more love and knowledge) Yes, I'm holding (want a sound kids in college) Oh, I'm holding (more ice and paper) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta see where life gon' take us) Oh, I'm holding (more love and tricks) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) Oh, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) [Cappadonna] Aiyo, we travel through the world in expensive life Made it through the difficulty and we came out right We be in the clubs all night, smoking and drinking Wake up early in the morning, start working the ink pen While the beats in our circonference, manipulating the mind We on the blocks hustling, participating the grind Or associating with snitches, protect our riches Superstars in the hood, what, slums and ditches That's straight New York shit, feds take our pictures We live in vanglorious times and beautiful days Of amped, from the former life, now we kings Yo, the struggle is for real, sometime we had to rob and steal Just the ghetto way of life, hustling, keeping it real Respect this, if you know how it feel, uno Longevity, we on the come up, Park Hill Productions [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Uh, with Park Hill 10304 Park Hill Productions, what up B-Rock? My brother Bizzy, what's really doo-doo, man? (suuuuu) Young spark that booga foot (Let's get it, 06, The Cappatilize Project)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Help the Brovas[Intro:] Help the Brovas Yeah Got to keep getting this money Early bird catches the worm Still hungry Yes yes Need that paper on all levels man Ain't nobody getting money like you Hold me down Straight up and down Fuck a bitch trying to eat Yo.. Check it out [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] Beats is banging Yo Its chunky in here Honeys is gorgeous, looking good It’s funky in here Its beamed out, you might see a junky in here Wave rider, homicide houser blow blowser My team is fresh like baby powder Step back See through porches Clam chowder Creamed up Shiny boots My mind is on thower Money love powder I get Beats I knock them shits off in a hour Crazy Air Mikes Throw back as Eddie Bower Creamy felines in the executive tower We crazy getting hours More money, more sex, more love and hate Blind faith Without that cannon you not safe I’m in a hoodie like Trayvon Black colored face Bag full of scrapes We’re the slaves that escaped New York State Heavy weight Hip hop cake Everybody else better move from the gate [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Yeah man Try to motherfucking help who you can help Know what I mean First of all you gotta make sure you can help yourself man Ya’mean And with all these niggas tryna keep a nigga down That ain't helping nobody First of all get your own shit right Then talk about helping other niggas get right Y’know what i’m saying [?] We outstanding We out standing on the block Watching everybody Probably wanna be a cop You get a job Cause you're not a hard rock And nigga we don’t give a fuck About the jewels that niggas got [fuck that] You like jewels well I’ll give you one to sell[?] Your image see through And all your rhymes sound Now think about ways To try and make some money My album’s wholesale You can take a couple from me Blocks And george’s moving like rocks To get your money back Not time Invest them in stocks On an uprise you can’t lose You’d rather be tough guys with bad news My niggas right man Help the Brovas I ain’t gotta rep no Matter fact you gotta be careful who you rep these days You help them get through certain levels Then they be like fuck you Nah’mean yo fuck you Nah’mean I don’t trust nobody but God Straight up Heh Straight up What it be like Spliff Star Spliff I’m a soldier And I’m strapped like the Taliban I’m in the streets Chasing nothing but these holograms Happy Days motherfucker Richie Cunningham I’m no snitch like Nino More like dunnaman Cain and Abel days nigga Watch your brother man She don’t love you She lyin’ She with tha other man This world’s fucked up And they accept that Little bad work nigga I’ll stretch that I gotta eat, got kids Got bills to pay My chest alight Day and night For that money made Cops looking for the kid Like I’m a runnaway I’m like fuck it gingerbread man Catch me when you can Help the brovas [Song fades to end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Intro[Intro] I want you to listen, everybody comfortable? (Yeah) We need a man to open our eyes We need a man to make us hear again We need a man to make us live again And I'm telling you that black man is in America todayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Genoside[Intro:] Hook off [echoes] Yeah [Verse 1:] [Don Shae] Yo this is for the niggas That’s killin theyselves Put hits out on each other For the fame and the wealth Got portraits of black devils Reveal theyself That’s so genocide shit I seen it from before I seen it with my third eye That rap took a fall Yo my spirit got involved Souls were turned demon Women got infected And burned by the semen I seen them posted up Drunk on [?] On they forehead Was a mark that’s no good Brothers act like taking life More than making life The lord had to take away Their hearing and sight Like come on man Hating on don Cause I shed light I just war with the mic I’d like to be more effective Brothers should respect it Forcing rap to get rejected [sirens and gunshot] [Verse 2:] [Cappadonna] Hey yo I’m still alive But you pro’b I dead yea I’m redline, sports bra on the red ‘vet I’m in the money race A honey race Is what you dummies chase Choppin chunks of [?] Up on my brother’s plate Bookin stacks at a lovely pace Hustle on the boulevard Cause I trust in god When I hustle hard This rhyme time Tryna bubble like hot lard It’s crime time And we [?] slime You poptart You rock hard Like [?] zero Layin berettas Stash boxes with [?] and cheddar My plan clever A damn terror Like al zackowi Like scarface Instead i’m blowing pounds in cali Like baseball I rush you know if you foul me Shell cases and numbers down Try to surround me Too much luck Can’t pick it up with the bounty My head’s above water But they tryna to drown meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Live Ya Life[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Yeah Sure as I live I'm going to get mine Straight up and down Pillage forever Ayo, ayo We sat up in the booth last night On some ill shit Put our minds together Start spitting the real shit Market these darts get a deal real quick Yo me and my brother lounging we hustle for chips We on the road often Living, we forced to win Blowing on your mindstate yo of course (?) While Lil Wayne got your brain Yo we doing the same We make music hood yo Collect our change We drop the flavor All over the world like rain Reincorporate our life and mix it with street pain We been through this shit We not new to the game Ladies love how we drop the hits We make movie premiers Get money and we pop the flicks Its all love baby girl Not money and drugs Its no turning back Yo its the life we live We hustle everyday Grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here We know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your biz [Verse 2 (?)] Yo know the airplane flights Gym shows in London I hit the booth Spit darts to attract this pumping Spread love to the fans Get the whole crowd jumping And me I move well like Barack on something Lay back on that tour bus I caught a thought of getting money, burning piff And yeah busting more nuts Jokes, I laugh Some niggas mind they own Some talk shit, but get choked and stabbed Listen I'm the one who be choking the pad From Staten Island, Park Hill who be scoping your flag Mama love said do it baby, you go boy Peace to Sham You know that nigga he so 'roid I need money like Jay-Z A house like Lil Wayne A Kanye beat, no T-Pain Change my voice, picture me doing that Yall know the kid and the shit that I do with Cap Yo its no turning back, its the life we live We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here, we know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your biz [Verse 3: Cappadonna] We like pretty women Big jewelry and fly wardrobes Crazy kicks, we like to be at the shows Getting our fresh on Breaking ballers, never faking moves We on some late night shit, honeys is right Dim lights, the crowds gather, the crews post up Mad swagger, everybody comfortable Its crazy how I bump into you Dimes is cute (?) Rhyme and puff roots Get off your stoops, support truth (?) for roots for rap Never let the mind go back Take our time and recline back Live life, cherish life, cherish the mic, inherit the sight Mi casa es su casa Man straight up and down, do what you gots to Give a little, take a little Bring it in the middle and get diddled Its no turning back Yo this the life we live We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids And we don't waste time out here We know what it is Live your life Live your life Its your bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** In The Dungeon[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Down in the dungeon I be drinking and smoking Niggas wanna judge me and fuck with my emotions I'm too pressed to be stresses never the less Some got the best of me, I failed a few tests I'd rather build with you than hate you with this tec A big OG, peace to my nigga Deck Peace to whoever showed me love and respect In the dungeon, yah you better protect your neck If you know about piff the (?) The dungeon is not (?) Mad chicks in the dungeon, never upset Share 'em with the whole crew right after the (?) Lot of niggas in the dungeon with unpaid debts Try not to live life with a bunch of regrets In the dungeon yah you got to learn the steps In the dungeon shh quiet as (?) [Hook: (?)] We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) [Verse 2: (?)] Ball and chain (?) straight for one's mentality One man's mentality wasn't getting a salary He was lost in a world so big No wife, no kids, no car, no business Useless No DJ, clueless Where'd they do this Yo that's foolish To even fake or live life like that You got to grab it by the nut sack Yo in fact You gotta take charge, make change Switch your lane Its not the same Never you mind the drug game You'll get more from the blood bank You better think Or just go hit a bank then Reality sets in he's starting to think How much time would he take in the bank When reality sets in he's starting to think How much time's he gonna spend in the clank? [Hook: (?)] We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon) We been digging all day We been digging all night (In the dungeon)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Free Lunch[Verse 1: Cappadonna] First off get them in the bed Take they shirts off (?) the weed and thizz Honeys love me like this Ice wrists and deep dish Five 25th yo my swag is the compass Black a proud, a nigga whatever I accomplish Mama Hills son, I carry a real gun But when I steal something catch all of my shells Hardbody is the case, my brain's in the cell My heart's like a prison Yeah my thoughts is hell I'm out here, I see the shit when I spark my L I'm free now I feel like I escaped from jail I move like a wiseman making my bail Governments plant fear in their mail I don't fail My thoughts stay fresh on my niggas that don't squeal Papi (?), freedom mean more than a bitch I'm going to grind hard all day and get these chips [Verse 2: (?)] I move with them niggas who shake dog A couple of eight balls And know when to shake them jakes off Its late night so I gotta get cake dog And tell a bitch I'll beat her girlfriend (?) Ain't nothing to (?) We could face off And after that dude, I'm back getting that base off If the drought come I cake off And get money Double up, sit in the truck Lay low where its nice and sunny Hold the blam down I started thinking of self Like this is my man's town I'm on the regular B-boy city mix You niggas live But this is how B-Easy get I slide through with a crew that's Su-Wu Hundred niggas on bikes out the one-six-oohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Show[Cappadonna] Aiyo, I went uptown in the middle of May I seen a young lady, she was coming my way I tipped my hat, I said "How do you do? You looking mighty good in that white and blue" She said "Damn, Cap, you looking good yourself I wouldn't wanna be with nobody else" She had a, nice smile, pretty complexion But all she needed was a little affection So I grabbed her hand and said "come home with me We could go to my house, and watch some TV" But when we got to my house, we slouched on the couch Next thing you know, I had my tongue in her mouth Hold up, hold up, hold up... hold up, hold up... Now... now... hold up... We had sex, right, all due respect She sent me to the store to buy some Kotex Hold up... I said, "Hey, baby girl, what would you have? Stay Fresh and Freee or just Maxi Pads" Get 'em...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Net Surfin’[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah This where we at That's right man Scrape that pot (?) You already know what it is This one is for the kids Yo [Verse 1: Cappadonna] I'm not trying to be bragging But I ain't have a lot I came up from the street I used to live in the spot All my homies that I know We used to hustle and sell blow And its like I don't even like to talk about it no more But its my life And its how I used to live Now I do what I got to do to feed my kids Make me want to jump on something, do another sting But if I slip on that, I'm going to be in the bing And my queen, she don't understand I tell her to chill But that's why Jack didn't want to be with Jill (?) still bill, all of my dogs too We just always want to eat better Move around different places and sleep better Get paper, floss lovely and spark the bubbly Its our nature to be the best at what we create Now lets make a wager We got the flavor, chicks love us (That's right) How we put it in, yah come here pudding Everything is on point Me and my nigga (?) roll joints The misfits My thoughts lose it I make music and play stupid Do something, never knew I'd do it Uh [Break: Cappadonna] You can tell I'm from the fast time Just to get by, just to pass time My momma ain't raised no fool All of my niggas did past crimes All of my dogs dead Now you on your family thing Represent no matter what Don't throw away the ring [Hook: Cappadonna] Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting Being the world surgeon For some reason yo I wasn't certain Never gave up on my sacrifice Just to see my squad working I'm still net surfing (x2) [Verse 2: (?)] You could feel like the vapors Open up your jugular vein like razors Baby Dream make up Skyscraper Stop niggas in motion Like a taser Hi hater Street code lay low Connect clientele together like Lego This muscle, with no muzzle Super Bowl, last down no huddles Godfather Niggas don't believe Till you bring the heat like lava My poverty in HD (?) And we the definition of wave Shots of action like Scorscese Money the theme, Illuminati bar codes Power in numbers When you hunting for the green [Hook: Cappadonna] Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting Being the world surgeon For some reason yo I wasn't certain Never gave up on my sacrifice Just to see my squad working I'm still net surfing (x2) [Outro: Cappadonna] I remember when I used to be a little shorty I thought I knew it all I thought i had the answers to everything You couldn't tell me nothing I was one of them little smart bad little niggas Snot nosed Huh Yeah I just knew I had all the answers Huh You think about thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 2[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down Don't force my hand, It's the original black man The spies are rejected, I came through when my life was hectic God raised me up though, Brought me through a tuff time I couldn't put it in rhymes I was coked up and weeded, I travel with the heaters I was being seduced by all of these spiritual readers Looking into my future, Tryna stop my shine Eating from the forbidden trees, They was after my mind But the burden wasn't heavy enough To many dudes kept passing me dust My ex-wife, Cutting up chickens, Rituals in the graveyard Didn't have no effect on me cause I was walking with God Warlocks and feminims, Tryna keep me away from Lounge and Kim and them Knowing that my family tree Will give me strength when the Devil try to drop his G Got me caught up in a circle of fire Momma told me that the Devil was a lier So I smoke more weed and I started to get higher I gave up all of my possessions and all of my attire I fasted, And I become more closer with the Messiah At the same time, These Devils try to keep me blind Thinking I forgot about Christmas time Like they was nimrod, And had my balls hanging on a branch On some Santa Claus shit they invaded my ranch Looking at me all dumb like I'm an ordinary lamb But I'm a sheep in a green pasture, I see past ya I stopped, And I took a look at the slave and his masterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Aluma Knotty[Intro:] Yea Shakazulu Original shazee Amar Pyramids We beyond that project shit yo [?] We kick it now Willie bobo Fucked up I ain’t gotta tell ya’ll niggas so so yeah Never that Keep my eyes on the po po Nah It’s only weed nigga It’s no blow nigga nah [Verse 1:} [Cappadonna] You can see me live with ma niggas tho Gotta make moves keep my eyes on the popo yo I need mad room Yeah nigga, elbow 15 acres of land Plus the velcro Pings in my rear I’m telling them hell no It’s that bi Next thing they be all in your cell tho Homeland security Should be a newborn Satellite Zooming in on everything that going on Fake milk Rotten eggs Poisoning cow meat Fuck with the system Say i’m letting my child speak, yea It’s been a wild weak Molly in ma system Cause i’m out on these fast streets Police hating on me They don’t like how my style be That deep ass posse shit [?] in maui Ol’ youn nigga gave that motherfucker [?] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Run this game nigga Lock, stock and barrel Nigga want front But they sporting our apparel Speak against us But only talking bout us That’s why we moving in Roads that’s never travelled Expiration, deeper investigation Every obstacle More knowledge in the making If it’s possible we get in deeper conversation Philosophical, scientific combination Before that, snitching corporations No illuminati It’s the business aspirations For the black administration Who lack the motivation Looking like america’s ready for the taking Terrorism, talking longer on the television Fresh, new ideas We goin make em listen Why? Cause we talking with Advertising budget [?] in your favorite shows [Verse 3:] [Show stoppa] Seen your eye in the fire Lions and tigers It’s a jungle out here Somebody’s always dying Mothers is crying Babies is dying Disease is at an all time high an And gasoline I at the highest it ever been But who’s to blame Whose name can we call Fucked up We all seen the buildings fall But still I keep a clear mind For the next time Looking for another airplane to pass by I keep an eye in the sky Put my hand on my gun I’m not a trackstart so you know I don’t run But when disaster strikes Casualties will happen Look at all the bodies they pulled from out of manhattan Attend to the plot Ten years and they’d already forgot 9/11 was a dirty plot [Outro:] Hook off (echoes) [After track epilude] Every thursday night Your martial arts class I go down To the legal beagle See if jack chapper is there If we exchange gloves He gets three points If he wins If I win I [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Freestyle[Cappadonna] Aiyo, I'm all fucked up, like them niggas in the struggle be I look good on the outside, but got dust in me I'm vexed, I spent all my life in the projects You could never know what's next Even though I rap, I could still go broke Rob and sell coke Doing life for catching a body, ain't no joke Fuck dope, nigga, I used to sell crack I hate to be like that, but it's real like that I got locked up mad times in the Hill I been to Fishscale, Mohawk, Sing-Sing El Mira, Shock Two So if you feel like me fuck me, then fuck you Yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** It’s A Man’s World[Intro] Yo yo right here This one is for the banana gang Yeah Word up Bust them banana clip thangs Shh Know what I’m saying Gladiator posse (Get ‘em) C’mon let’s go [Verse 1] I got a fetish for hot chicks Hot cars, trucks, fly whips Seventeen I got whipped Crack, drugs, guns, all kinds of shit I used to be in the bricks Like a stray dog, petty crimes Young homies with no minds carry nines The pain made me stronger The blocks getting longer Police (?) type shit over (?) New York overboard nigga See Digga Postcard, can’t afford the sticker What the fuck nigga This shit is ridiculous Get with this Mosey with the go-getters Hats, Nikes, and sweaters The back of the pound pound Straight crazy head trips I’m a fuck up, child support victim Off my rocker, I don’t know just pop you Black out like my lost dog Religious rap doctor, beef stopper, peace popper Give me love, give me crazy hugs Yeah I’m better when I’m down with serious thugs Certain niggas can’t be at the clubs They be in the valley in the shadow of death Hope niggas never lose they step Arm or head either This one is like ether I’m not yalls teacher Yall like Halloween, Bush, and Easter I just sit up in the booth and I bust the beats up (Get ‘em) [Outro] Uh huh Now’s the time Now-now-now’s the time For us to come amongst this nation This nation of rap artists And give homage to the palmers The Heckle and the Jeckyll Big Don (?) Nigga (?) part two This catfish ain't allowed around here Fucking boys YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Bar B Que[Verse 1: (?)] Ok Let's go now We in the summertime Watching a dice game Chicks walk by Fly with nice frames Small shoe, long hair, and a (?) She get me out the block I might give her my real name Everybody out playing Plus the water's on Stones on the corner Getting their quarters on Chick still beefing over this one's meatball And brothers act like a fool Like they don't know about (?) Live at the barbecue Pasta and meat sauce A little kid full now From eating like three dogs Bathroom closed plus liquor store runs Another box of beer and some hamburger buns People getting together and doing our 2-step No matter where you from or what crew you rep I like these days we can all have fun Just set aside all the beef and put down your gun Let's have a barbecue [Hook: Cappadonna] That's a good time That's a cookout That's a barbecue People dancing, enjoying themselves Get your black books out Its a good time, its a good life At the barbecue Honey's eating, laughing We socializing hope you doing that too Its a good time, its a good life At the cookout At the barbecue Nobody's charging you Its a barbecue, its a barbecue [Verse 2: Cappadonna] The fly yellow Wallys Beef steak Charlies Me and my shortys Piff and my co-ds We up in this bitch like Nigga we're O.G.s More money, more love Soul in the four keys Devil back there Sip wine, eat hoagies Never kill nothing if we ain't got to go deep The barbecue's good We don't fuck with that pork meat New York creep country (?) and grill beef Jive bone, tell mom her greens are still sweet We all love like family out in the street Run (?) Sodas in the freezer Oh look at that, she's a skeezer Block fever Positive god degree, African cheeba Can we meet up on the roof tonight Coming out the speaker I'm getting weaker Music in the woman philosophically Peaced up, East up All of my dogs is creased up Feast up, wrap it up Wrapping pheasant While I'm grabbing a tea cup Nigga the barbecue is tweaked up [Hook: Cappadonna] That's a good time That's a cookout That's a barbecue People dancing, enjoying themselves Get your black books out Its a good time, its a good life At the barbecue Honey's eating, laughing We socializing hope you doing that too Its a good time, its a good life At the cookout At the barbecue Nobody's charging you Its a barbecue, its a barbecueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Can’t Stop The Pain(Intro: Cappadonna) It's always a struggle, yeah Don't care how you look at P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh) Slums, still the same, dude... word (Cappadonna) From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills Life is a bitch, you best not snitch Muthafucka, this the real, always The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s Better watch your back when flippin' them pies Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin' NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance (Chorus: Cappadonna) Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain No... can't stop the pain, no.. (Cappadonna) Uh... this one's for mamma Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin' Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall Laundromats locked up, floods in the building The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga What's that little red dot? Got ya! (Chorus 2X) (Outro: Cappadonna) Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese Uh... straight like that Population Click! What's the deal FMF, PGL, Osama Island All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal? Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon That's my word... dance with this! Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Chains[Verse: Cappadonna] Chains Yo I got anger in my feet Eggs in my rice I got a tough life I was busted way more than twice I see low but I don't play with the dice Triple on the mic nigga fuck you Whip you on this mic Nigga stuck you Fabulous clothes, fabulous hoes Keep away from the so and sos Nigga bless you 85 snake eyes guys Last seen eating spiced hamburgers and fries Murderous Chase the observers My verbage is slang pros Hold back the Maz While I'm puffing my reefers Mamacitas, yeah my (?) want to holla We seen pigs in a black impala Reefer falling out of the window Like a fucking rain shower I knew those niggas over there Would straight cower Height is the tower The game is Mayflower Mad honeys under my power Staten Island The Dutch red wrapped around the sour Smoke flowing out the top of the bower Chicks go hard We push raps for hours The world is ours We get it in where they don't allow us Now drink cow piss niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Ease On Down The Road[Verse 1: (?)] Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie Its lounging low return of the O.G High grade smoker, .38 toaster Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster Come (?) get beat down and broke up I'm in the city where the homeless live BC, G's beat, throw a stone don't play Fly high cover you hood My brother is good Niggas who want a zigga I wish you niggas front like (?) ain't got yall picture Take a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle (?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle You know my motto I'm right here standing firm (?) I blam on him he put a hand on him Listen to the words I speak I could care less If you had a vest or even work in the streets [Hook: Cappadonna] We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road We gon' put our feet together We gon' ease on down the road Ease on down, ease on down the road [Verse 2: Cappadonna] We keep the streets jumping Beats is pumping Sport mad ice on Yo New York (?) Usher on the radio Ne-Yo and all them Suit you up Your pants got tight at the ankle Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you Mister Rogers, radio wave Jay-Z come through whole face shaved 50 Cent got the industry selling us crack Yo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it back Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex Come on mother fucker Tell me what you want to do Stop playing the same shit Play us too What up Clue Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick Bang hard We don't want to hear that other shit We like M.O.P. music Mob and Jaheem While we crushing that pussy Making that C.R.E.A.M Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that Staten, Africa protect ya neck Stand back Get your hustle on C block control the block Everybody on the east side hold ya spot Everybody on the west side make it hot We don't have to sell our soul to get to the top C'mon yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Peace God[Intro: Cappadonna (Born Divine)] Uh, yeah, Park Hill Productions The belt, aiyo Peace God (Peace God) [Cappadonna] Yo, I just came back from uptown, got a dozen of coats Two ki's of Nikes and a platinum rope Chrome with the microscope [Born Divine] What you wanna do? I got a truckload of shit, everything is brand new I got a rock that I caught from Tiffany's, fifty g's And ten hot Bentley's from overseas The color of leaf [Cappadonna] Yo, Born, watch out for the thieves Keep your third eye open, watch out for the thieves Keep that gun by the knife, then we out in the breeze [Born Divine] Out in the breeze, larger than life We got stacks over there, we'd rather snatch tonight Make sure that paper right, while we breaking the ice [Cappadonna] Breaking the ice, laying track, chasing the mice Loading the trunk, you got five jet planes, we'll explode in the front We don't hang around rats, waste money on stunts We like Marriott Hotels, laying in cartel Cream like Carvel, yo, my team got bars and shells [Outro: Cappadonna] Bra-a-at.. that was it? Uh-huh, this one is like a fresh pair of shoes With some new tags...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** That Gallo Flow[Intro] (Yeah) Yeah! This one is dedicated to Wu-Tang, Staten Island, all of my fans. Straight up and down. Brooklyn where I was born at the Jewish hospital. And 'errebody who said I wasn't gonna make it. This one is for you! Let's go, yo. Check it out (Let's get it) [Verse 1] When at the night of the party when all through the crib Another MC was there, no bitch my can share The toolies was hung by the bushes with care Just hoping that some static would soon fill the air The posse would form a face with our dreads While visions of fly girls danced in they heads With some cream in the rentals, and others on feet They shout it and chant it and call it OG OG, OG, OG, OG L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l- now While was at the age of 18 I was an MC fiend Need a rehabilitation to release my steam I've been rhyming so long and now I'm finally home And I ain't saying I'm the best but I've never been told it, yo I'm a cool poet, not an alcoholic Rhyme is so correct take a week to install it You could call my brother say [?] [?] My name is Cappa [?] [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Black Boy (Horror Weed remix)[Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD Aiyyo Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggas keep tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu... Chorus: Tekitha Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets Black boyyeeee, no more suffering Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Comin correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate In the rec room regulatin with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Livin life long time may continue to breed Never gettin caught up inside the agencies For ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill In the projects where my man got killed Chorus [Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggas represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Puttin in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement Chorus 2X [Kung-Fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Odd couple (feat. cappadonna)[Intro: Cappadonna]Yo yo word up! Look who's back in the joint It's The Odd Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Chorus 1: Cappadonna]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)]Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this niggas man It's time for me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface Killah]Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock your wife Best known for drives on bikes Tell your man to stop sendin me kites We Tigers Woods in the 'hood The Odd Couple up to no good Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son [Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like yo the belt is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Interlude: Cappadonna]It's The Odd Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna]I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork New York, catch you on the elevator Catch you for your watch and your Alligators Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF! It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don Crack your jaw when it's on Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade Overlapping outro]It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)]Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act When y'all hold somethin, huh? It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real The Blair Witch is back yo (Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!) Y'all little bitch niggas When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace For real! Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit Y'all frontin We let it slide for a couple of years and shit Yeah, for real, it's like.. Y'all mothafuckas know boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Call it Quits (Bonus Track)[Intro : Cappadonna] Don't get it twisted Just came to shed A little light on things 'cuz it's like y'all be forgettin' I don't really Be havin' too much to say [Hook 4x : Cappadonna] I was lovin' you before But girl now you know I'm callin' it quits [Cappadonna] You told me you was goin' to stay over your mother's house But my niggas on the block said you at Mike brother's house I came back from off tour stains was on my livin' room couch You was lookin' at me like you ain't know what the fuck I was talkin' about, yup You was once in my life but you gon' soon to be out See ya I don't give a fuck about you bitch Go ahead tune me out [Hook 6x] [Cappadonna] You said you was goin' over Gina's house to get your hair did But you was really sneakin' round on me and fuckin' that other kid You said you live in Brooklyn but that's not really where you live I followed you to Queens You came outta somebody else crib [Hook 6x] [Cappadonna] You used to be my down bitch Now you just a clown bitch You ain't nothin' but a slut That's why I hardly come around bitch I was amazed over the ill shit I heard that you did My niggas pulled the train on you broke your little ribs 'Don and my dogs, hate honeys that's the game That pussy was never mine It don't even feel the same We was never goin' nowhere Our life were based upon lies And you didn't really love me You was lovin' my dick size [Hook 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Socializing[Verse 1: Cappadonna] Laid back in the joint, pouring the Cristal My mind come right with (?) Women is (?) the DJ hits you Playing your favorite song got you in the jam Honeys come around, you jerk your stance Fly ladies in the place indeed they looking all nice Sound so good they play the shit twice Packed joint, nobody can front on this The heat so loud make you want to run on this It feel hot, honeys put their tongue on this Its the fever when the shit make you a believer I grab something up man yah she a diva Drinks all night, maybe a little reefer Turn it up yo what (?) Staten Africa, Park Hill 103 Where the boys make noise and the honeys yell They (?) and go R. Kelly Oh well you better get busy and rep Where ya hood at nigga Wherever your little set Get it in once again its the all time great (?) motherfucker I hold my weight [Hook: Cappadonna] It got dip dip dive, so-socialize You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes Yo this one here is gonna make you rise Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise (x2) [Verse 2: (?)] Squeeze off at his meat head We rock on till the beat dead Right in the lobby, where we eat bread Blunts, Goose, outside sweet things I lounge low on the whole I eat eggs Wake up in the morning like yo I got this Shirt done up like we gon' rock this I'm so into it now, ya'll gon' watch this On how I make moves, touchdown no blockers Yeah, guess I had to do it again Welfare hell yah, nothing new with the pen Girlfriend shake ya hips down on the floor While niggas (?) pound on the door Staten Island savior made a legend Teacher, convict, father and reverend Park Hill recipient Caught ya'll by surprise Even though yall knew it was imminent [Hook: Cappadonna] It got dip dip dive, so-socialize You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes Yo this one here is gonna make you rise Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** Can’t Stop the Pain (Bonus Track)[Intro: Cappadonna] It's always a struggle, yeah Don't care how you look at P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh) Slums, still the same, dude... word [Cappadonna] From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills Life is a bitch, you best not snitch Muthafucka, this the real, always The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s Better watch your back when flippin' them pies Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin' NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance [Chorus: Cappadonna] Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain No... can't stop the pain, no.. [Cappadonna] Uh... this one's for mamma Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin' Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall Laundromats locked up, floods in the building The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga What's that little red dot? Got ya! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Cappadonna] Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese Uh... straight like that Population Click! What's the deal FMF, PGL, Osama Island All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal? Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon That's my word... dance with this! Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ************************************************** You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down (Part Three)[Cappadonna] You can't keep a good man down I'm rising up, Imma little smarter I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game No matter what everbody still knowin' my name I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out Rush closed the store down gust took my house Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute My brains is black gold You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me My sword bear love you could build a church on me So put your hands together for the unordinary light I spread fish be the bread of life The armor of God, God's to pour through the night Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas So whoever can't see better open they eyes Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies Prayed upon his precious life Please nourish my thought like a wife And may the lost generation be found Because you can't keep a good man down....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy