Lyrics:
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
[Mack 10]
Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?
[MC Eiht]
Yeah, c'mon
[Mack 10]
I was born to ride, banging,
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
M-C's get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
tapen Spiller Nummer 10
Og labelen til Eazy E de ga ut Stevie Stone
Og CD-en hadde bangers ifra meg og Lotion
Så skjedde det som har skjedd
Big Ice by
guy by day (unnuh hear me?)
And crucify dem by night
And every dubplate we play
Is gonna be awful and bright
And if it's all night
We're gonna
Malcolm X flow
By any means necessary
Undertaker style
Whos the next to bury
Lame mc's rip in the cemetary
Audio coke
Moving snow like vinatieri
Laid back
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Yo, yo, you know what the world needs...we need peace, rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
[M.C. Ren]
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
Its that nigga
[Mack 10]
Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?
[MC Eiht]
Yeah, c'mon
[Mack 10]
I was born to ride, banging,
[Jamal]
To set it off I got the proper ammunition
The skills are profession, versatility and great determination
To rip any MC who tests the ill
Brutally honest from beginning to the eulogy
To feel alive you don't got to to die a 1000 times
Surviving by the grace of god to let me pen another rhyme
Ox
fly MC show
Take a lesson
Cuz it's a blessing
Follow gentleman's code
Follow the gentleman's code
Life ain't no generous road
Follow the gentleman's
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these MC's wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
spoiled, rich like top soil
Still loyal still the MC grand royal
I'm still dope I'm still no joke
I'm don't care, I'm still wild like tone loc
I'm swift,
breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"
Kultur Homie nicht um das business
Nicht um Autos und Ice, Verträge und Scheine
Nur um die allerneusten Bewegungen und Reime und
Hip-Hop war uns wichtiger
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
Ayo, I force MC's to bleed
Retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed
Killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no
see him in the studio
He'll tell you life is hard, but that's how it goes
From Kindergarten, chased by the hoes Born in the burgh, bringing in
leave You buried
It's so scary all this Jibba Jabba and Mumblin
Wak MC's they saying nothin'
And it's all for nothin because the Money ain't shit
They
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