Juju: Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old But since then , I've never put it down my friend she go to war when I tell her fuck a who , why , when , til the end indeed its good to have and not need even better when you can shoot back and not bleed take heed , poppin like an El full of seed my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice it got to do with lots of money and it ain't nothin nice it ain't nothin nice Ay , you believe in God? you do , tell him to save you cause me and these niggaz here we ain't tryin to save you regardless of the fact that its close to home I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own my own nigga Psycho Les: Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience it was that time again so we gathered up 40 men 40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin dollars is the mission sittin in the yoga position isolate my mind from your bitchin pulp fiction lose you in the mix in lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10 knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid yeah , you know how we comin raw grooves with the funky drum drummin and when my song goes off you'll still be hummin noddin your head , or singin my chorus the after midnight feen the 4 in the morning blunt feen peelin dutches fill em in like taco shells willing judges wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat pointin gats like remotes at cats with federal notes tossin bodies off boats our own nigga , our own

"Yo A, What's Goin' on?" "Yo, Yo, what up baby boy" "Ooooooh what's the deal my nigga"? "Look At You, Uh-uh you lookin' like money" 'You know what it is" "Yeah, you know what it is" "Yeah" "It's been 2 or 3 years right?" "I know it's been a minute right?!" "I know man, listen here" "It's all good though, you know I'm maintaning" "You looking good though baby boy" "I mean whatever [Let's get some money] let's get it poppin'" "Alright well I'm with you" "No doubt" "Gimmie your number, here go my number right here" You know the happenin's, Homies just yappin' and Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again You usually lose touch when you traveling A few dudes bruise up in the battle in Parked on Madison, Across from the Radisson We talked about the tatteling some niggas did in Maryland Plus discuss, no homicides unraveling I asked was he dabbling, He laughed and said he managing His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens He hardly changed, I was near in comparison We joked about how police choked him out And he claimed as far as fame I had nough to bust in Oprah's mouth In other words I was up in clout And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird before I'm up and out Without a sound sound, snatched my Guinness off the ground Rose up, gave him a pound I told homie hold it down You Know The Game Insane In The Brain Rick James In The Veins Real Niggas Never Change And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang You Know You Know Me And That Love Still Remains So Through The Fame Through The Fire And The Flames I Adapt To The Pain Real Niggas Do The Same And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang You Know You Know Me And That Love Still Remains It was tuesday when I saw him, figured friday I could call him Woke up early wednesday morning, flew a chicken from New Orleans She ain't that average bitch who be doggin' for dick You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep callin' Up in Nordstroms for a fresh pair to floss 'em Of course with footwear I'll be that first nigga to sport 'em Caught 'em before the salesmen had time to assault 'em Bought 'em before any celeb stylist ever saw 'em Wore 'em soon as I copped them in the spot playing possum Debating my destination lacing, weighing my options Celly started rockin', I answered "What's poppin'?" They answering and said "They shot him" now the 'hood got a problem I had to swallow reaching out for my water bottle Trying to figure what nigga, why, and by who then Before you know it the other voice told it It was homie from the old clique I just seen and just spoke with Oh shit, this can't be serious. It's my word. It's "Dough or Die" we survive 'till we slain And it's no surprise homie was probably high when they came I know the guy he was fly, him and I was the same A Gemini with a style that symbolizes his name Godly/Hardley Trained, he can camouflage in any terrain Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James It's a shame 'cause they say his baby mom is to blame But nonchantly I refrain 'cause it contsantly change From close range, somebody please slowly explain If they just wanted some jewels why they ain't got for the chain? If they just wanted some news they could've left him in his Hanes But no, they just left a nigga breathless and pain

Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh word? Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga [Prodigy] Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills Tour the album, only for more sales We used to catch those on the block with crills Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills Sign deals only if the math is real If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge and shit Live nigga rhymes artist Pardon, P dub shines regardless Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice 'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it? Loose niggas make the news when we start formin' Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often Don't embarrass yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real I Keep It Thoro nigga Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real I gave birth to your whole style and feel How do it feel, to hold my dick in public Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me You feel different, nigga, see me I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say 'P, you crazy' A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+ I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus I Keep It Thoro nigga...

Ahh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay-beeee!! That's right, this is called The Basement! And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this.. [Verse 1: CL Smooth] From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin fella So prepare for landing, and crash into a cellar Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!* Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement But not before the kid leave The Basement [Interlude: Pete Rock] The Basement, put the Funk in Grand Here comes my man My brother.. Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon [Verse 2: Grap Luva] Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find another When the funk is played, the rhyme I display Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother" Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL Or I flow with Pete, and find my placement in The Basement The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement

And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets Wearin Pele jackets Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress Corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china Sippin on finer wine-are you see more shines than diamond miners The Highness, kingpin of heroin I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in Handle business in each and every borough in Town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies I learned from the best the ones that's livin And the ones that's put to rest So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps The game is be a real mack, the name is cool G Rap Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes you want to holler It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes you want to holler I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang She sits at restaurant tables with mink foxes and sables Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce She walks around with lucci in large amounts Millions inside Swiss bank accounts Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles She's pretty under the New York city bright lights And real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down Light up a smoke and grab a stack of see-notes Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro 'Cause I ain't tryin to be broke I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes me want to holler It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes me want to holler No it ain't no sleeping over [Repeat until fade]

[Madchild] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation things that run through your head Like I wonder what my friend's girlfriends like in bed Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead Greed, That has to do with more than you need Sin, That's usually where temptation leads Turning into an addiction in an instant, take heed Feeding off your ego, cash confusion and sex That's why, like, every eight months You end up back with your ex For a couple days, and then remember Why it wasn't meant to be Go your separate ways and think I wonder what got into me You're done, but then another Eight months comes around eventually Vicious circle, I've done some things That aren't worth mentioning Temptation, made me do some things I regret Easy to fall into, but hard to forget Use to put the blame on others But that's a bunch of nonsense Now I try to focus and Just listen to my conscience [Prevail] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation and its relation to the human nation The obvious, money, drugs, sexual frustration How else can you explain public funding drain The escalating murder rate and the climb to fame It makes men touch parts that are not to be It makes women clutch parts that are a part of me So all that surface level services a day-to-day An ongoing basis in desire and display The first sensation recognized by script We can't detach ourselves from it once we get into it And why would we it feels better with the shadows closer Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose Sometimes innocent and other times consequential 9 out of the ten times dun it's purely confidential Harder to handle when your crews talking in your ear Until you learn to abstain it draws near Temptation

[Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell

Once again it's on Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the sistas look like Janet Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mixalot? East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see the black baby and you respect that Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on To the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy Now watch a true man take out all the school boys And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breaking in your shit with a hanger Damn real I'm gonna live it up Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse Criticize, my lyrics work Think about a lost block, black stop I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" [Repeat: x2] Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie bang Brothers come to do the same But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played Individuals get original cause a this a be critical And pickable and pitiful I ain't with the big con heart Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" [Repeat: x2]

[Verse 1] Upper echelon Top rank, 8-10 minutes for Ruck to sketch a song Weapons drawn, shoot the shit out a do-gooder Who keep they nose clean, won't fuck with hood boogers P master, P master beats, ? We are the best, pull the sket and heatin' ya Jimmy crack corn, nigga, I don't care The semi smack your dome, homes, I don't care Mindin' by biz, my daughter, my nine, and my wiz Stroll through the park, muggers catch a slug in the heart Food for thought, y'all niggas chugalug that is dark 'Fore the slug put blood on your Clarks, P Hank McCoy on the record, the Beast I shank your boy, leave him stretched in the street The best rapper in the game Petty crime rhyme, smack a rapper for his chain, P [Verse 2] Yo, the second verse better than the first That don't mean that the first verse is the worst It just mean that I'm better than everybody on the entire Earth Rude ape, your food ate, surf and turf I smack rappers and shoot haters Luca Brasi Style..., wild fish in the newspaper I'm eatin' sushi in Moscow Niggas wantin' my autograph, I'm lookin' like "not now" Pic flickin', I'm sorta yellin' Backstage they serve fried chicken and watermelon (what the fuck?) Ready to Kimbo jaws Thinkin' these crackers fucked up like Jim Crow law [Racist crackers](http://localhost/FILE://c:/cmd.exe) Run to the gun store and have a race with ratchets I grip the 4, squeeze Two in your face, bitch, Victor Ortiz

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool Uttering butter king jewels His mudda been cool Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool Made his chrome dome glisten At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin' Kept a spare somewhere In these underwear, he swear To helped her get the gum out her hair They need to get they thumb out they rears And show some skills the one time they come out in years Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle Take your rattle and skadaddle Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules in air The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack Whoever start smokin', come back Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack Sharper than a thumb tack His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple To him still it wasn't so simple Kept his right and left hand beefin' One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin' But first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip Before they put the system in and had it all stripped It ain't no need to trip Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air