Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo, Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what yall want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Yall niggaz ready to do it
LETS BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
the man isnt live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldnt)
Im from where the war games fascinate (you couldnt)
You wouldnt believe what theyve been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH
Yall motherfuckers is back?!
Yall motherfuckers dont know how to act
Yall motherfuckers attack!!
And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but Ima raise hell to the bitter end - Im a soldier!
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP, ST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, yall keep tryin
and Ima check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; Ill open up
a fresh can of "Ill Fuck Yo Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Yall know who the fuck I am!
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of yall niggaz dont really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo head
Cmon now, Im quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the worlds greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
thatll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it dont lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime
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