JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

Walk With It

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[Jay Electronica:] I'm out that third ward where they bussin heads Movin shakin hustlin scrambling buckin and duckin feds The corner stay hot as sonars with blood rushing (russian) red Down in the dirty we bout it and we ain't fuckin scared I got em shook from the jump cause I'm a solider these niggas is yellow I told you I'm out that magnolia mah nigga fo reala On the grind all the time woaday stackin that scrilla It's the south man we put the fuckin G in guerilla Talk slick and get chyo neck slit quick Cause uptown niggas don't play that shit And if you ready come get me Got a squad that's with me To blow the beef outta control like ja and fifty I'm the king the daddy ya heard the best around Linked up with lil flip man we tear this bitch down You know when them south boys is comin around Cause all you gon' hear is lay it down lay it down Walk walk with it [x4] Rock rock with it [x4] Shake shake with it [x4] Pop pop with it [x4] [Lil' Flip:] A lot of rap cats rap about jewels But that ain't rose gold that's fools Look at the shoes on the whip twenty-twos I still got a deal what about you I got liquor nigga you wanna drink? I go on shopping sprees you want a mink? I'm just kidding I ain't tricking for a hoe This how I'm living I ain't hurting for no dough I push tight whips just like percy I always rock custom jerseys My new shit about to drop on you niggas Just call me hoe, when you not witcha nigga [Jay Electronica:] Now heres a little story I got to tell About a fresh young nigga ya know so well It started way back, in history In that third ward magnolia the U-P-T I was born in seventy six and raised in the eighties Pops left when I was six I was raised by ladies Son of Marilyn brother of Fal I grew up one block over from the cell [?] T-I told me to be easy but I'm hungry as fuck I want a house on the hill and some blow in the truck Now I'm up in the club playa settin it off With a mic in my palm tight lettin it off Shorty, smilin she say I'm spec-tacular She wanna bite on my neck like dracula She said she wanna show me something good after the show Whatever ma, but for now get yo ass on the floor

Lbc And The Ing

MACK 10 "Recipe"
LBC and the ING f/ Snoop Dogg [Snoop Dogg talking] Hahaha, yeah. You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness before. Check this out. [Snoop Dogg] Welcome to the house the D-O double G built We got honey, cream, silk and milk We make that big bank and keep that big shank Just in case we get slapped into the home we take Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all I make chips for crips and the beat dogs True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas Can't get with us cuz we rip shit up It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog [Mack 10] Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin And niggas say we bangin cuz our colors be flamin But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack [Snoop Dogg] Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true Inglewood family is what they claim to bang Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name But anyway, what can I say? Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay? So when you in LA, or nigga round my way Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah [Hook:] X 3 Long Beach, with the ING [Mack 10] I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger And that's fo sho though, you know how it go Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS Game recognize game, and it always should It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies So let it be known, from my hood to your town That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound [Snoop Dogg] Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me See we be DPGin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a bitch and maintain Cuz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get See, I found out quick, don't say shit Just take care of yours, and handle it quick Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac Niggas been gettin shot on my block But we got to make a change and the thang is this I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist But I wish upon a star To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin caviar The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga ING DPG, deal with it nigga, for real [Hook] X 2 [Snoop Dogg] They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job And if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre >From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag Push heat on the street, with Chuck D's on his feet Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet [Mack 10] Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin all hogs It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city [Hook] (till fade)

No Mercy

Flesh-N-Bone "T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls"
[Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother Me fo'-fo' showin no one mercy But I'm off searchin' for those You're soon to be comin' up missin' Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo Keep me browsing on hydro, blunt flow, (but I take his shit, all of it) Runnin' with all of my thugsta niggas Better beware when I bail on the Clair Gravedig, wig splitter, put one in ya To the woods to have up your body Right when im up by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight But my niggas ain't fuckin' with the double heat when it blows everything, tell 'em not to bang Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time Here we go march in at night Just picture me thuggin' in Cleveland, deep in the women Me and my green, come up with that team So we can put a lot of fiends in the ditch, bleedin' Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep When I pap that chrome It'll be gone, what you're fuckin' with? The ever-rollin' Bone to the dome, you done Flesh-n-Bone off with the gun Quiet, so how'd they put him a casket? Why is it niggas want violence? I'll find him, no competition, listen Ammunition, let 'em have it Can't outlast our Mo Thug niggas, smoke Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed So what if you hate me? Keep to yourself or the haters catch a slug And never know what it was (was) [Big Punisher]x2 Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game Slip in a clip in the MAC Clack, what's my name? Big Pun Go for your guns, son Let's get it on My vest is on Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone [Flesh] Think I'm a murder, light up a spliff Better think of sophisticated way to learn Imitators, it gets me steady that niggas try to be like us But can't get the hang, bet I hurt the bustas at my thought They depend on us suckas keep watchin' You better switch and get humble Keep our shit original, end up like a lot of niggas that droppin' Glock-glock, double nina, infrared beam Now die in an instant flash Get rid of 'em, mister, get of 'em, yeah Try to flee and you'll meet your doom, killin' soon had room get tossed to my great dane They havin' straight handy for supper What' s worser, don't even want a Nigga like me to go thick What the hell, if you really want to suffer Stop pressin', and now what's the problem? Niggas start the static Always with the silver revolver Bet I solve 'em, hollow point masta for the matics, cash and blast Get it told, didn't feel a better way to get with your soul Why murder and follow, but told you Should've slowed your roll for having so Here I go, here I go, proceedin' to murder Scribblin' hellified bloody scriptures When I sneaks the green I come to the nigga, hear the fat lady sing It's your funeral, mister How would you picture the story and them haters endin' I'm forcin' the pain, bringin' the game to the table And we able to bump off your label Mo props to chugs worry Mo Thug brang, we brang Mo Thug brang, we brang, Mo Thug brang I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Whoever didn't lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop With my favorite fuckin' tool, tool Kingpin and all of you sucka bustas Prepare to lose, prepare to lose 'Bout time for you ready to die, pow, pow, what am I? Guess who, so Flesh'll be waitin', anticipatin', must we go prepared for caution, prepared for caution So rowdy, really wanna fuck with the Cleveland bosses, Cleveland bosses We done way past gold Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it Go look at the stats, can't stand a nigga sellin' hits quick Don't go lookin' for trouble If you dare you gonna stare down the barrel of a Mossy shotty, can't help ya Never could drop me, but I'm untouchable Look behind me, find Mo Thug thug posse [Fat Joe] For the right price, I put any rapper on ice So for a green card Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice Send 'em to Christ takin' this life's not a problem I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album Drownin' my sorrows in bottles of Olde Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe You didn't know my shit was game tight The insane type to bust open your brain with a drain pipe It ain't right, but I don't give a uh Me and Punisher, contemplate your death like the governor A red dot to make your head hot Disgustin' wet spot, blood gushin' out your bumboclod dreadlocks Blowin' the spot like David Koresh Blazin' the sess with Wish, Biz, Layzie, Krayzie, and Flesh [Big Punisher]x4 Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game Slip in a clip in the MAC Clack, what's my name? Big Pun Go for your guns, son Let's get it on My vest is on Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone

Sticks And Stones

Flesh-N-Bone "T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls"
Chorus: Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot long We beatin' ya Might as well, join us Trust me [Flesh-N-Bone] Lately, ever since someone's out followin' me around And I'm feelin' little danger when I'm approachin' And I've been ready, peelin' you stranger Put 'em on a hanger, bang mo' murder We broke in with no shame in my city and it's time for to bail in this ? And the people see me when I'm tryin' to escape to get a breath or caught up but can't get you gun right; slain - drop down Will ya be found? In the C-Town, hear the buck, buck, pow The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait in the ground with a nigga's (shadow) How many ways (in a me say) I could put you in a daze Quick to hit 'em with the gauge Nigga, you 'bout to get faded Bitch, your bloody body's splattered all over the ground Save yourself ? insane and it drive you crazy Maybe my niggas willing to settle for somethin' If nothin', dumpin' if you're tempted to play I'm a real true, you're a real true and act other niggas can't groove Gotta get 'em on the grind, so make the move We gonna put this shit together forever Let's do this, nigga Feel it, drop a nigga, this sidekick Stop in to get your ready-to-ride trigger; peel it All the brothers that fly to get the enemy fried Tonight you die You really think that you got it? Better break it ?, get ready to go On this mission for the Land, and I'm murder 'em all Roll, to try to save out souls Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] (Thugs) be true, we stroll off in this Land and the people that be thuggin' it often Cleveland style Look, me and my niggas, we strangle and theivin', now Leavin' out, prayin' for the Northcoast My city behind me, watch my back All of my niggas on the Clair, show love for me Pass the weed, (get you hype) on the corner like it was ? Wherever I roll through the hood, givin' up ?, hit the pound, stay real Nigga where the money be, I'm a be breakin', nigga Let's ? and got chill with my bills, sellin' herb with my thugs everyday Let me show you the way we parlay on the corner where the niggas see yay Drugdealers and killas all day Indeed, always roll with my Hustla'z, Tre, II Tru, and the Shifters, Afta Maff, and ? Niggas come and get some, hit th blunt of ? Headed straight for the very top Niggas crept on ah come up, and it'll never stop To my family , I gots to give 'em props Still lettin' off shots to the Double Glock And I crept and I came in this thug game, man For the love of mo' money Niggas in this bitch, you gonna remain a thug, what? Any my people still hungry So here we swerve to the curb, hit that herb, hit that nerve And I'm down to serve and splurge Fuck around and get burned Ya better learn Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] And ever since I was a youngsta thugsta puttin' it down Always hustlin' to make a way Nigga put up with the phases, made it, went through mazes and I got all my fuckin' pay Really want to try me, howl with the Fifth Dog Pick up the sawed-off, nigga done stalked 'em Make 'em look down the barrel, nigga pick up the shell Off ya to hell or whatelse it costin' 'em Chalkin' 'em, playa hater when ya try to put a stop to me See it in your destiny, and we know it ain't never possible But they keep at it to try to get it next to me Arrestin' me with whip, pole, neck chain if you gonna bang my brain with sticks bricks, stones aint't strong enough to break and shatter my bones that I swang I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, I'm a catch you G's Niggas hang in the Heart of it All with the Family When I bang, nigga please (oughta) chill with my niggas everday ? marshall don't forget no swisha, got the cheese for the trees or whatever you need We can fix ya Did you ? now Let's take a ride Wanna see a playa fall tonight? Keep a ? can you run up fast And then a nigga really lost his life 'Cause I never had time for the pettiness people Don't get me wrong Ain't the one to be takin' shit personal, baby That's my sticks and stones be the name of this song Chrous Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot long We beatin' ya Might as well, join us Trust me (Trust me, trust me, trust me)

Da Magnoila

JUVENILE "Tha G-Code"
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one [Juvenile] Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips It's where the Feds'll dip through Enemies get you Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too L.V. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin' Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin' On New Year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla (?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer Get all seventeen and, nigga, I'ma holla [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] Da... Magnolia Home... of tha soldiers Da... Magnolia Home... of tha soldiers Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from [Juvenile] Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "SOLDIERS BEWARE" They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck 'Cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up Mind your business is a code, too, I never told Ever since a nigga was a million years old Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge With tha AK-47 it'll change you boys [Chorus:] [Juvenile] Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass Second.. linin'.. family.. scared (?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle Niggas.. huddle.. AK.. muffled Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know Unless.

Da Magnolia

JUVENILE "Tha G-Code"
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one [Juvenile] Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips It's where the Feds'll dip through Enemies get you Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too L.V. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin' Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin' On New Year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla () beam aimed at your dome... for some powder I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer Get all seventeen and, nigga, I'ma holla [Chorus [Mannie Fresh]] Da... Magnolia Home... of tha soldiers Da... Magnolia Home... of tha soldiers Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from Where you from, motherfucker, where you from [Juvenile] Is ya ready for it Better be over-prepared When ya enter ya see a sign, say, 'SOLDIERS BEWARE' They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck 'Cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up Mind your business is a code, too, I never told Ever since a nigga was a million years old Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare All these niggas wanna be () or tha man in charge With tha AK-47 it'll change you boys [Chorus:] [Juvenile] Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass Second.. linin'.. family.. scared () scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle Niggas.. huddle.. AK.. muffled Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know Unless.

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