Screaming Mechanical Brain – Drag The Rivers Lyrics

Hey! Yeah, yeah!)
He won’t be telling anyone
Now I know that you know
That you know that I know
Now I know that you know that I know what you have been up to, baby
Now I know that you know
That you know that I know
Now I know that you know that I know what you have been up to, baby
Hey! Hey, baby, let’s go out tonite
We’ll take our new friend for a ride
We’ll make it look like suicide
They won’t take time to drag the rivers
Once this promise is delivered
Remove the eyes cut out the tongue
(Yeah! Hey! Hey! Hey! Go! Hey! Yeah, yeah!)
He won’t be telling anyone
Now I know that you know
That you know that I know
Now I know that you know that I know what you have been up to, baby
Even though nothing matters now
I will still see this through somehow
And build us both a better tomorrow
So won’t you come along with me
It’s so important that you see
For yourself that I’ve finally
Made things right
They won’t take time to drag the rivers
Once this promise is delivered
Remove the eyes cut out the tongue
(Yeah! Hey! Yeah, yeah!)
He won’t be telling anyone
Now I know that you know
That you know that I know
Now I know that you know that I know what you have been up to, baby Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! We’ve done so many things together
I wanted it to last forever
In light of recent times
Why should that change? Hey! Hey! Hey! They won’t take time to drag the rivers
Once this promise is delivered
Remove the eyes cut out the tongue
(Yeah!

Hexvessel – Phaedra Lyrics

I have strength
I fear nothing
The sky is bright for me
If the world perishes
I will not perish
My horizons stand above
The walls of pine
Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour
As I change the serpents into angels
Healing the tears of the venomous hearts
And the ground trembles under my hooves
The forest light falls in my footsteps
The moon and the lark know my song
I thrive within the folding of the pages
I decorate my heroine with blood
Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour
As I lift the veils of Phaedra
Kissing the mouths of Leviathan
And tending to the weeds in my mother’s garden

Akira The Don – The Greatest Year Lyrics (feat. Gary Vee)

Gary Vaynerchuk
All right, let’s go, let’s go
Sit down, let’s do this
I wish
I wish we had better perspective
I wish that there was some weird genie
That could take us back into time
So that every one of you could live one f*cking day
In your great-great-grandparents’ shoes
And understand how f*cking good you have it
Understand how f*cking good you have it
Like, if you really, really understood
Really, really understood
I’m not naive to what’s happening in our society
Let me just say this very clear
So, everybody gets it through their f*cking dome
(Chorus)
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the best
This is the best
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
Fascinated by this
Fascinated by f*cking mindset
It’s a binary decision
If you’re gonna be positive or negative about shit
When you bet on optimism
When you’re on the offense
When you were playing towards intangibles
You do something super-duper interesting
You start suffocating excuses
If you asked me
What the number one thing is
That I’m thankful for that my parents gave me
Taking me from a communist country
And moving me to the US
Parenting me well, roof and clothes
If you asked me the number-one thing
I wake up every morning
And thank that my parents did
Is I never saw either one of them complain about jack shit
And it basically created learned behavior for me
I’m incapable of
Actually complaining about shit
(Chorus)
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the best
This is the best
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the best
We have it the best
And all I see is people sitting around
Dwelling around dumb shit
What they don’t have
Instead of focusing on what they do have
The Internet is a f*cking miracle
It’s a f*cking miracle
The Internet is a f*cking miracle
It’s a f*cking miracle
There was no side hustle for your great grandparents
When it was 9:00 p.m. it was dark and cold outside
We just get used to shit so fast
And in our speed
Of getting used to how f*cking awesome it is
I’m just desperate
For you to not lose perspective
(Chorus)
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
This is the best
This is the best
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind
Both my grandfathers had the same exact thing that I had
And because they were Jewish in communist Russia post-World War II
Their communism put them both in jail
For 10 years in Siberia
Like, just think about that
Timing, opportunity, yes
Life is binary
It’s either offense or defense
You’re either sitting in your seat right now
On the offense, or you’re not
There is no f*cking half pregnant
There’s no in between
You’re either this or that
(Electronic Voice)
This is the greatest year
To ever be alive
In the history of mankind Let’s welcome to the stage
Mr.

Lonnie Donegan – On A Monday Lyrics

On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail
On a Wednesday, my trial was at tested
On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail
And I’m Al almost done, I’m almost done, almost done
And I ain’t gonna bring them yellow women no pail
Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder
Take these chains, these chains from around my legs
Lord, these stripes, it sure don’t worry me
But these chains, these chain’s gonna kill me dead
Yes, I’m almost done, almost done, almost done
And I ain’t gonna bring them yellow women no pail
On Friday, my baby went a-walking
On a Saturday, she locked me outta the door
On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking
On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes

Rosco Gordon – Jelly Jelly Lyrics

Hello baby, I had to call you on the phone
Hello baby, I had to call you on the phone
`Cause I feel so lonesome
And daddy wants his baby home
It’s a down-right rotten
Low down dirty shame
It’s a down right rotten
Low down dirty shame
The way that you’re treatin’ poor me
I know I’m not to blame
Jelly jelly jelly
Jelly stays on my mind
Jelly jelly jelly
Jelly stays on my mind
Jelly roll killed my pappy
And wrung my mama stone blind

R.a. The Rugged Man – Life Of The Party Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah baby it’s Phil Cassess we’re back live on night-talk talking about dirt -bag derelict R.A The Rugged Man, for the love of god somebody put a stop to this guy
[Chorus:]
Fast cats, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
No jobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
All good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
[Verse 1: R.A]
I was born to be the best to flow ever
I knew it before I hit puberty back when I was bumpin’ Go Stetsa
I was hateful, I’d punch you in the face for sayin’ hi to me
But today I try to chill out and not react so violently
People ask is it possible to be positive when most your life you was the opposite could a negative pessimist be an optimist
Known for being fat, being crazy and always cursin’
It was just my reputation I was even worse in person
Robbin’ Schemin’ and scammin’ rootin’ and tootin’ and shootin’
Peace to me was an illusion beefin’ was my only solution
I was banned from performing at mad places
I was known for leavin’ them bleedin’ and breaking bottles on fans’ faces
Self-depracatin’ unsavory I needed medication majorly
I was sinkin’ in morale degradation and depravity
Addicted to hookers I was an animal wreckin’ shit
The amount of p*ssy I paid for I could have probably fixed the national deficit
I was fist fightin’ fans in moshpits
Busy beating people unconscious with speakers instead of makin’ pop hits
My life
[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
[Verse 2: R.A]
Yo
I make game changin’ recordings never took precautions
I lost all of my endorsements always beefin’ with law enforcement
Gun totin’ grenade holdin’ fights that I’m in I’m winnin’ them but I’m
Getting older I’m tryin’ to keep the ignorance to the minimum
I still smack up any fan that act up but i don’t put them in a hospital I just get em to behave and back up
I used to urinate on women now I take ’em to dinners
Don’t mean to disappoint most of my degenerate listeners
Used to be in whore houses beggin’ for free bees
Bumpin’ the beasties in my tighty whitey BVD’s
Throwin’ feces Fans are like “What did Rugged man go soft?”
What they got him pumped up on Prozac or Zoloft? Yeah, I’m mad negative you want positivity now I’m doing conscious records with Talib Kweli
My belly full of hunger my heart full of hatred it was hard to take it I could barely make it hard to escape it
I had to get my head off of that hate shit
Always wanted to go ape shit and break shit gettin’ groupies and strippers naked that’s the life I created, the party
[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Hands up
[Verse 3: R.A]
I used to curse god but now I rather say a prayer to him
My life was a modern Sodom Gomorrah livin’ in ruin
Our hearts was ice cold never thought that we would open ours
Rollin’ with coked up stock brokers with broken cigars
Rollin’ in stolen cars we was hip hops brokest stars
Road rage, break your windshield with bats and crowbars
We had specially built treadmills for training the pitbulls
I have 13 knives and four pistols quick to hit fools
Now I shake hands sign autographs I’m friendly
I used to hate fans everyone to me was my enemy
Now when I’m out with some fine females I might head to a fancy french restaurant sip wine and eat snails
Used to smack chicks in the face with my dick and make the whore spread
Now I tuck my girl into bed and kiss her on the forehead
I’m a chill dude now at least I try to be
I calmed down, but don’t try me that ignorant kid he’s still livin’ inside of me
The party
[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Hands up

Wolfheart – The Hammer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Last one against a legion
Brigade of death marches ahead
Reload and aim higher
Dig deeper into your tomb
Underneath the cannon fire
[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence
[Verse 2]
Frozen soil where the blood of your brothers
Runs cold
Runs red on the ground
[Bridge]
Never surrender
Never retreat
The last defender
The hammer of the north
Never surrender
Never retreat
The last defender
The hammer of the north
[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence

So Long Forgotten – Harlot Lyrics

[Intro (Continued from Pilgrim)]
Is for the birds
[Verse 1]
If for all I care you could be an angel
Lying upon a flower
I’d still reach the mighty heavens
To desecrate your wings
[Chorus]
I hold this gift far enough from your past
To keep your begging hands
See I know the formula
For getting what I want
[Verse 2]
But it’s all the same
And it’s where I belong
And I, I made quite a mess of things
But if it’s innocent
Than it’s where I belong
Well I surely, made a mess of it
But it’s all the same
And it’s it right where I belong
Oh we made quite a mess of things
[Bridge]
And I’m everything you want
All you held out for
Is this what it was
All you held out for
Oh harlot, pure of heart
Pure of heart, well is this passion compassion
Press on, press on, press on
We, we will press on

King Gordy – F.k. Lyrics (feat. The Fat Killahz)

All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.! [Verse 3: King Gordy]
Please believe me, beens the meanest (The meanest)
To me it seems your team is weaklings (Weaklings)
They bleed from things that rings from squeezing (Squeezing)
Don’t need his rings ’cause he’s deceased and (Deceased and)
These peoples he’s did bring the fleet of marines
I’ll leave him being screaming “Please, oh king we didn’t mean it
We will flee from the scene to keep us breathing, we’re retreating
Now we can be defeated” We some G’s see we will sweep your street
We’ll creep with beings, zombie don’t you see you are sinking with me
You are leaking, you’re bleeding, you’re seeing them demons
You dreaming, you thinking of reasons you fiending to be released
But first release your Jesus peace
You’re a piece of meat we need to eat
No need to speak, capeesh? [Verse 2: Marv Won]
Yo, it’s Young Wheeze, I’m the block commando
We can’t be touched, too hot to handle
I’m a Pitbull, a Cocker Spaniel
Come equipped with lots of ammo
The fifth will slam you with the blitz and Rambo
I’m the Fat Killah that hard headed
It is the law, Marv said it
Cocky nigga with a bra fetish (What up)
I want domestic and the bra tethered
Bring your squadron, they can all get it
See it’s a lot of guys leaving at nights (Nights)
But I’m just not believing in height (Uh-uh)
See I know they man’s gassing ’em so I believe that they might
Get Hepatitis C and fight, that’s a bad move
I’ve been in this shit since niggas was playing bad dudes
Detroit raised off Faygo pops and fast foods
Nigga I’m bad news, I rep the F to the death
Play boys will confuse God, can’t move
[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.! (I am)
Crew shifty, been known to do semis (Huh-uh)
Act shimmy, we quick to say gimme (Gimme that)
Gimme your burger (Huh-uh), gimme your purse (Yeah)
Mad disperse, ’till your family holler “Get me a hearse!”
Fat Killahz is the name on the shirt (See), ’till I lay in the dirt (Huh-uh)
I’ma have it my way for certain, I’m big with a worthy purpose
A fat revolutionist, everybody get down! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.! [Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.! [Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.! [verse 4: Bang Belushi]
Stop the F.K., get hit with nine ninas
Next week me on the cover of Don Diva (Hahaha)
Fresh as f*ck and I’m too clean with it (Huh-uh)
Them bailed your ones your boys so mean with it (Woo)
White teeth in it gotta put a team with it (Huh-uh)
Let the dice hit the wall, get cream with it (Yeah)
He talkin’ ’bout six but you never see him in it (Huh-uh)
You never see him in it ’cause he never seen your digits (No)
My watch so gaudy I can’t see the minutes
Windows all tinted, why you can’t see me in it (Huh-uh)
Flow doing kush so you know I’m seeing benus (Yeah)
Hey man, hallelujah, can I get a witness (Woo)
Take a shot of whiskey then I wash it down with Guinness (Huh-uh)
F.K., the gang, damn right I get it finished
Right, yes, I mean get it finished
International bank get hit like the dentist
[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.! [Verse 1: Fatt Father]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (In a whole ‘nother world)
In a whole ‘nother city (With a whole ‘nother girl)
Spittin’ image of Biggie with no ditty
The D ain’t pretty you flatline for pennies (For real)
At 14 I weighed above 50
With a passion for microphones and big titties
Go, ride your bike alone, screw Timmy (I’m with that)
Eat a stake if you like this song, who with me? All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.! All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.!

Alex Kyza – Muy Lento Lyrics

Kyza, masacre
Official the champion boy
Ye ye, el capitan
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos
Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento
Demasido de alcohol mezclado con el humo
Nos fuimos a capella esta noche soy seguro
Ando con el combo y el tronco elefante
Si se pone ready te rompo el panthel
Bailamo toda la noche la perreo no me canso
Llegamos nosotros y ustedes se ponen manso
Diamantes brillando y el combo lleno de wawa
Botellas rosadas me tienen hablando al paso
Quemando el maon dady ya la tengo out
Ella me tira el pelo en la cara so mach
Le agarro ese bury y aprovechando el momento
Ella me dijo al oido pa lo quiero lento
Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir
Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir
Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
(yes, kyza)
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos
Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento
Lento, calentito que se sienta
Maniana amanecemos con dolor de cabeza
Los dos sudando ella me dice aprieta
Despues que se calienta me la como completa
Aprovecho
Con ella yo me quedo de su cuerpo no me harto
Sex cool de eso no me canso
Me grita agresivo pero me lo pide lento
Para mi perfecto …
Aunque disimula se le ve cuando camina
Un poco de medicina y le doi la vitamina
Lo hago toda la noche y los dos andamos …
En camara lenta pa que ella disfrute el show
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos

Hexvessel – Demian Lyrics

Crimson like a fever
Blood of fire in vein
A sun we rise
To magnify his name
We speak for the angels
Eat the book from their hand
We suffer gladly
In our bargain with the devil
He will show you symmetry
Earth’s satanic majesty
His voice comes from within
“Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark!”
Both light and darkness
United in Cain
Take this kiss
And sanctify Abraxas
From the bondage of evil
Spirit body wakes
A gnostic host
Of devils and angels
He will show you destiny
His voice comes from within
Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark
Demian!

Lonnie Donegan – Ham ‘n’ Eggs Lyrics

Ham and eggs, pork and beans
I would’a had more, boys, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
If I had known my captain was blind
Wouldn’t’a come to work, boys, when the clock struck nine
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
Pork and beans, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
If I had known my captain was back
I wouldn’t’a sold that special, gun that is, that I once had
Ooh well, gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean, ah mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, boy, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road

R.a. The Rugged Man – The Slayers Club Lyrics (feat. M.o.p., Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Onyx, Chino Xl, Brand Nubian & Ice-t)

Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya? (M.O.) MO-Ps
You already know my M.O. (M.O.) OGs
Bong! Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! the Rugged Man]
I snatch purses, I piss in churches, I work the burners
In Lucifer’s furnace, sip the blood of a virgin out of a thermos
I gun buck ’em, f*ck a fist, the Razor Ruddock cut a wrist
I cut ’em, gut ’em like a fish and let ’em lay in gutter piss
The bats, gats, battle ax make a back collapse
Slap a Democrat, pack a rat, smack crackers in MAGA hats
I rewind the time, put you in a dumpster aborted
I crush your skull into dust, chop it to powder and snort it
[Interlude]
Bran-Br-Br-Brand Nubian (Once again!)
Br-Brand Nubian
[Verse 6: Sadat X, Lord Jamar & Both]
Punks jump up to get beat down
I’ll throw you in a f*ckin’ trunk with your feet bound
Niggas want beef? [Intro: Sample, Billy Danze & Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil devil gon’ come come smiling
Yo, what the f*ck these niggas talking about, man? Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit ’em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin’ popped if you was hangin’ where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin’ out, boy trippin’
That’s what you get for thinkin’ you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
Y’all better fall back or get jaws cracked
All facts, I go to your skull, y’all softer than ballsacks
Pause, but say my force is the Fourth Horsemen, I’m all that
Splatter your organs, spread it on walls and call it a Rorschach
Guess the image is a butterfly, my fist is lightning, rain and thunder
I can snuff a guy and make him wish his mother died
And break anatomy, chemically causing casualties
Endlessly blow your brains out or shatter your memories
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
The living god that is held at the highest regard
With more sick entries than Whitney Houston’s toxicology report
Who got top chart position in an image that’s tricking the children
With a little litter that’s some other bitter imbecile has written
But I’m spittin’ raw voodoo
I saw through you like a woman in a wooden box
And I’m a magician, give you a face peel
Not the type you get from an aesthetician
I stomp your skull ’til it breaks with an ice skate
If y’all niggas is lit, then Chino’s burned at the stake
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya? Get your meat ground
NYC, this not a sweet town
Hear the crack of the bones and let the streets run red
Have you shackled in your home with the gun to your head
This is personal, it ain’t shit about bread
Reversible skull when I’m splittin’ that head
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya? Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 7: Ice-T]
Yeah, Iceberg, nigga
The Rugged Man made the call, I’m here
My niggas ain’t Bloods, they straight Crippin’
My niggas ain’t cool, they set trippin’
Thought it was a game, ’til you felt that hot lead
My gats ain’t semi, they belt fed
Pop up at ya motherf*ckin’ crib like god damn
Found out where you lived on your Instagram
25 cops at the crime scene
My niggas crash your pad like a SEAL Team
Burn motherf*cker, one syllable Ice
More whips than The Passion of Christ
[Verse 8: Billy Danze, Lil Fame & Both]
Blam-bong, blam-bong, blood lies and alibis
Tell his mama reply before this turn into a homicide
Nigga, ante up the ransom (Come on!)
Tell that bitch to hurry up before I blam son
(Cause we) Do it all day (We) do it the hard way
(We) Do it the Brook-nam way, I’m talkin’ broad day
(We) We be the M.O. Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
Strap the f*ck up, I just came out a coma
You better buckle up, we running niggas over
If I ain’t throwin’ shots, then I must’ve been sober
You ain’t smoking sticky-icky, one hit’ll choke ya
I’m sick with it, a mental patient psyche would admit it
Where crimes get committed and niggas get drug addicted
When niggas on Rikers be biddin’, razors be getting spit in
Cut his face up, now he need stitches
[Verse 5: R.A.