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THE FIRM lyrics

Phone Tap

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Nas: Yo this Esco, who this AZ: Whats the dilly I just touch grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me Feds floatin around silly Tryin ta find land They suppose ta be in the benz Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned This post of this loan The ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules Both been schooled by older dues I know the jews No time for them thoughts, to much to lose Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride Where's your joint Pras You know little Dezk gotcha eyes Nas: In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old know correct Here my daughter Ase neck in neck They furtures set Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oakset Fly steppin they mail shit Whats the deal with all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch told me AZ: That's some ill shit Hear that bitch go with a click Nas: Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick Guy Speaking in spanish Chorus(Dr.Dre): We got you phone tap What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue Then you threw We got you phone tap What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue We got you AZ: We just hit the cribo I'm cruled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more The shit touched me Tryin ta chill, just lit a dutche from a while back Same foul cats who tryed to bust me Caught em' sleeppin A spanish harlem with some portoricans Up in washington heights right off the decan Feel owful speakin for some vians that feels the phone tap Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Nas: Keep your eyes open Stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin, one time is knowin About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Some we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone This lifes scarmed Its formin in the sky You comin home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly hold up my other side Nature: Yo son some other cats tried to rulin our plans Sendin to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man Askin ya where abouts I gave them no leads For all the nigga know them ho's fuck with the police Nas: No shit I'm clickin over I'ma tell Sosa quick son Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach Said it's no hundred We FBI's most wanted So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast Chrous AZ: Yo it's all good. I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word. Nas: Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up. AZ: Out.


BIG PUNISHER "Capital Punishment"
[CHORUS:] I gave you fair warning, beware...beware...beware... [2x] [Mobb Deep sample] Yo...what you thought punk, shit was sweet, now you can't sleep Gotta keep ya eyes open wide and hide ya face from the streets I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from alarmin' Gave you fair warnin' now you on the stairs swallin' I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack 'em in the mouth Throw 'em in the yoke, BOOM!, then I knock 'em out No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files 20-shot auto glock, BLAAOW! Benny blind Puerto Rock style Wit' a twist of black in the brow, twist ya cap and I'm out Sleep wit' the fish-dips for yappin' too loud What's happenin' now Niggaz is hard as hell but they Gargamels Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill My squad is real and holds it down the hardest regardless Besides of the largest, we polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists Flawless victory you niggaz can't do shit to me Physically lyrically hypothetically realistically I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck, catch you when you cash your check Smash you when you pass then jack you for your fuckin' Lex Nothin' less than the best if the squad did it Hard-headed niggaz better beware and fear like God said it [CHORUS (4x)] Ay-yo I warned you, now all niggaz could do is mourn you I'm born to kill and still thrilled, I put it on you There's no regrets, remorse, only results and loneliness Only the strong survivors strive through life as warriors All of us die, some of us kill, even massacred Who wanna try Punisher will if you ask for it I'm hazardous for your health and hell's your next stop For real my shit's cocked the world has just stopped... [pause] I'm not the one you should be underestimatin' Come test your fate an' I guarantee I'll be under investigation You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe, ya never know However tho' I still hold the title When all my rivals the chance to dance who missed the homicidal Hand on the bible I swear to defend my crown I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakenin' My crew's basically waitin' patiently for you to move your patrons in Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere like Soundview The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we The foundation, you're facin' a whole army... [CHORUS (2x)] [Fat Joe] yeah yeah yeah, whassup now potna! Know I'm sayin' Think this just some rap shit We do this shit for real...Terror Squad nigga! Fuckin' shoot the place up! Muthafuckas know the time. This muthafuckin' rap game. Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full Eclipse crew What da fuck...WHAT! BEWARE...BEWARE...BEWARE... [fade out]

Peace, Prosperity And Paper

Chorus: All we want in this life Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects that seem greater But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum (repeat 2X) Verse One: Q-Tip We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point that he will shit on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic But the money doesnt come automatic Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion Some cats go about it with too much passion We got to mediate our greedy levels Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil Gotta recognize it, realize the power that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour Man can be greater than the thing he creates See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word) But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls It's like that Chorus Verse Two: Phife Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it Come on son, never leave your mic round me True MC for real ask my man Shaheed Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore With all that AIDS stuff going round Tell me how that sound Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore But see hip-hop's my bread butter Cause that's what I get paid for See this is what I wanted Allah helped me to get it And if the beat is wicked You know Malik will rip it From the bottom of my heart Thats where the love starts The love for breakdancing My love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada Out Check it out! Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 0.0 0 votes Rate this song! A Tribe Called Quest! Vote for A Tribe Called Quest! Other songs by A Tribe Called Quest A Tribe Called Quest CDs


Eric B. Rakim "Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin' to ricochet ready to aim at the brain ~Now what the trigger say Tempos triflin' Felt like a rifle Massage 'n' melodies Might go right through Simultaneously like an Uzi Nothin' can bruise me Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me So re-load quickly And you better hit me While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit me You steppin' with .007 Better make it snappy No time to do your hair, baby Brothers are bustin' at me Beats and bullets pass me None on target They want the R hit But wtch the god get Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 'Cause I'm real fast Let off some rhythm at 'em Let 'em feel the blast Penetrate at a crazy rate This ain't no .38 Hit 'em at point blank range And watch 'em radiate Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done wit' em You ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em I push a power that's punishable Better be a prisoner The hit man is the Brother wit' charisma Showing you that I have Powerful paragraphs Followers will become leaders But without a path Ya mentally paralyzed Crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred Then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction with crucifixion Let loose the mix then Boost the piston Eric hit 'em with' some of that Cut like a lumberjack And me gettin' hit back It won't be none of that I'm untouchable You see me in 3-D When I let the rhythm hit another M.C. Lyrics made of lead Enters your head Then eruptions of a mass production Will spread when Music is louder Full of gunpower Microphone machinery When I see a crowd of Party people pumpin' Their fist like this Ya hide in the back Thinkin' that I might miss But the R is accurate Plus I'm packed up with Educated punch lines that I have to hit Whatever I aim at I line 'em up Ya body is weak, feel with pain That time is up You been hit with somethin' Different, isn't it? Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent Nothin' can harm me Why try to bar me You couldn't come around to rob with a army You'll get wrecked by the architect So respect 'em I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em With radiation Put 'em by the basement Bust his chest open Bash his face in Let it split 'im Since he brought his main man wit' 'im He ask me how I did 'im I let the rhythm hit 'im Let it hit 'im Dance floor's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike There's a slight chance The crowd is crucial M.C.'s grounds are neutral Now that you're here let me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour Now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention: follow directions real close Keep out of reach of children Beware of overdose Too many milligram But what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man I deas for the ear to fear Might split 'im He'll never forget 'im He'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up If I slow up, catch up, hell no Wicked as I kecked it Don't need to remix it 'Cause I prefixed it Reversed and switched it To perform to perfection Section for section Rhymes keep connectin' Ya guessin' what's next an' Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain Travel through the brain hit a vein Then remain, let it radiate Vibes will vibrate Why did you violate Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak Moans now the tone is ingrown After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone Before I get that fifi I met Whisper I wanna reach your intellect Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect So I shine and let the write reflect Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older Lay her on my shoulder EEverything I told her Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er And you know how I did 'er Me and the rhythm hit 'er

Cartel Gathering

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah Aiyyo we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah) Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!" Romanian dude, black down, pourin the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky Then Strahan came through, with his bullshit ring He said YIKES, when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin they pelvis Playin with they pussy, middle finger drippin, I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin around bitch-slappin niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop whattup! Whattup? [Raekwon] Sam Cooke writin hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin with steel Eatin Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin then blow When from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin with coke That's the 90's, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki Yo I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, fuck it I'm losin it [Jadakiss] AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin either they got cramps or they evil One go we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My (Clientele) is (Supreme) and it's proven that I'm (Only Built 4 the Link) if it's (Cuban) I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh) "Last Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh) Movin powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a Cartel gatherin, what?


Man so many problems baby We feena solve em cuzz 24-7 Hustlers know what I'm sayin Dope House Records putting it down baby, 2000 [Verse 1] Uh uh See I grew up in life analyzing these stars Wishing that was me on tv pricing them cars But hell naw if you know me then you know I got scars Situated within pertaining to the mind and spirit Mental spiritual but one leg of the lyrical Ability you feeling me the shit is slowly killing me Dont need no bitch and fa sho fuck a friend Im solo till the end I know one I depend Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win Fuck the competition and fuck an Expedition I need paper in my hands to stop me from wishing Cada noche y dia stoy cortando mi vida No es mentira preguntale a mi nina Como el jugador es mi negra bonita Ora pongate mas cerquita Y ponle atencion lo que dice Lupita [Hook 1] Ven a mi lado soy to ser apacionado Todos tus problemas a mi lado an terminado Vive la vida tranquila y sin fatigas Deja la maldad que no ay otra salida Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte Siente mis labios son salientos con besarte Buscandonos, amandonos, besandonos Juntos al amanecer, al amanecer [Verse 2] My family neglected me My pops was never there for me Seems that noone cares for me I gotta make choices carefully Cuz cops keep on arresting me And haters just keep on testing me Trying to do my best but I know that deaths gonna be my destiny Moms steady broke aint got no job Never thought life would be this hard Just gotta cope with the way its going and this pain I'm leaning toward Dont wanna see my brother getting hurt or turning out like me A hustla on these H-Town streets and on my balcony I cant see the reason why I'm used to actin bad Got me stressed and feeling mad Look at the things I aint neva had Cops had me dragged out my pad I cant take it anymore Crooked laws killed my cousin Lalo at the age of 24 No remorse and revenge gotta keep things the way its been Momma always taught me never to lose I gotta stay true until the end And everyday I'm watching my back Keeping my hand up on my strap And for the fact that I'm quick to act You aint gonna get no second chance cuz its just like that [Hook 2] Ven a mi lado cuando stes desesperado Todos tus problemas a mi lado se acabaron Ya no te danies mas las heridas Busca otra salida no mensiones la partida Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte Siente mis labios tan salientos por besarte [Verse 3] As a innocent child all you see is the silence But once you grow into the world your introduced to the violence No more innocence no more Christmas gifts Heres a little example so I suggest you peep this Man I thought I had a family other than my own But now I'm facing reality as I'm sitting alone I guess you have nobody when you are nobody So I have to show these people how I gets it rowdy No more sipping Bacardi and no more hitting the party Im putting this shit down the right way Without my mind looking cloudy They say its better to give than it is to receive Thats why I give nothing but love And in return I just live So nothing but hate I can see it Swallowed up but just breathe Cuz platinum I'm gon achieve While you blowing on trees Uh Murdaholics 24-7 Hustlas putting it down 2000 You already know scrilla We got problems we feena solve em cuzz Yeah you already know man If it means jacking if it means robbing Go out and get your shit nigga Thats on the real [Hook 3] Besandonos, amandonos, besandonos Juntos al amanecer

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