[Swan]
Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome
Instead of duckin little n*****, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? What, n**** holla back
Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on Jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular
We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to Snoop Dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns c***
In the drop top, headed to the chop shop
Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop
[Chorus 2X]
Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this
You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it
You can b**p it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can b**p to the vibe, if you feelin this
[Buckshot]
I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding
You a New Jack, this ain't a City
What a pity, I f*** around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
f*** it, bring the m****f***in glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, f***** your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my respects
[Tone Cappone]
Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A n**** and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there
All them n***** watch me embarrass you, right there
From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack
n***** flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks
We bombin these cats, like U.S. was bombin Iraq
[Chorus 2X]
[Sweet Mellodye]
A real hard head makes a real soft a**
I thought I told these m****f****s they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, s***** they thug patch
f*** that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, b** raps is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak a** rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and s***
But it's only a chosen few that can do this s***
I thought you knew this s***, and ran through this s***
But you still sample s***, and gettin sued and s***
You know you makin me sick, like the flu and s***
And stage ya monkey a**, leave the zoo and s***
You see I rule wit s***, wit any bit I spit
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and s***
[Chorus 2X]
Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome
Instead of duckin little n*****, gettin live when they hear the chrome
Where them dollars at? What, n**** holla back
Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on Jumanji plaque
Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular
Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular
We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog
Smokin black, listenin to Snoop Dogg
We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block
Smack you all up in your funny top, guns c***
In the drop top, headed to the chop shop
Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop
[Chorus 2X]
Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this
You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it
You can b**p it in ya ride, you can park up on the side
You can b**p to the vibe, if you feelin this
[Buckshot]
I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin
Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding
You a New Jack, this ain't a City
What a pity, I f*** around, I have to give you fifty
And if I take 49, and you're left with one
See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son
Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen
f*** it, bring the m****f***in glocks again
Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up
Now you can't stand up, f***** your whole plan up
Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up
Upside ya head, give me my respects
[Tone Cappone]
Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die
A n**** and his man tried to front, they both in disguise
See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I
And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there
Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there
Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there
All them n***** watch me embarrass you, right there
From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back
Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack
n***** flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks
We bombin these cats, like U.S. was bombin Iraq
[Chorus 2X]
[Sweet Mellodye]
A real hard head makes a real soft a**
I thought I told these m****f****s they ain't in our class
Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, s***** they thug patch
f*** that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back
You dumb black, b** raps is what y'all got
It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot
And I ain't got no time for them weak a** rhymes
And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a time
Come on now, I hate to be rude and s***
But it's only a chosen few that can do this s***
I thought you knew this s***, and ran through this s***
But you still sample s***, and gettin sued and s***
You know you makin me sick, like the flu and s***
And stage ya monkey a**, leave the zoo and s***
You see I rule wit s***, wit any bit I spit
That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and s***
[Chorus 2X]