Verse One: Malika
Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio I m on deck Malika
Yes the diction is on point
Causinfriction when I flex up the jaw or hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body coolkeep the scrap for the naughty
Niggie trippin why you scheme so don t step up with no bullshit
See that there it s clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind s quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it s on I m finsta to stop her
If I m swingin for the knockoutbest believe I m fit to drop her
Ninety-five s on pocketrepresentin I keep stompin
Throw up my fists just like this when I m mobbin
Verse Two: Shorty
I killed the lastkilled the asswith my ninety-five drive
I m deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tidenigga
Like Chaka KhanI tell you something good
I m Hi-C like Spike Lee with a Tale From the Hood
You need itI ll feed itbaby check the size
Have you Goin Down like Mary J. Blige
When it s popping like thisyou can t be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard
My squadis hardwith playersand hustlers
No tolerationfor fakers and busters
Fuckin with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs coming constantly
Bumpin G-15 sWestside scene
Killin the competitionwhile making a fuckin green
So ringaround the rosieand mosey to the Rosie
And I want you to know G
Chorus:
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don t none of y all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what s the time? It s time to get paid
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don t none of y all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what s the time? It s time to get paid
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that s how I bail
Verse Three: Leek Ratt of 40 Thevz
Watch me swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I m the loc est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
I m from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe
if you re shockedthen amazedwhen you see me at my stage show
For my stage show beat em up
40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast
Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up
Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em
for poppin like to get what I gotand I ain t got a whole lot of nuthin
cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I m bustin or get to duckin
cuz I ain t given em nuthin
Fools can t get noneso fuck em!
Verse Four: PS
Let me rock the motherfuckin mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamitethen fight all night
I got jabs like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin
quick to get it crackin
Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like
lunch or dinnerhe s just a beginner
Fuckin with a winnernumber one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs
40 ThevzMAAD CircleCatand Crowbar
Best to put your daughterWack ass rappers get tossed upTrying to come in here with that garbageMy crew see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed
Chorus 1/2
Verse Five: Ras Kass
I peep game and get recognizedbiting on the hard liquor
toothpick and beedy-dyin
Bitch you got dealtpeeled your cap the other way
like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt
And ain t nothin crackin
For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I m packin Tinactin
Cuz I be earnin stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes with sucker punches
What? Tootsiemy knees don t bend
Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often
Jay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
jaw wrecked that Osten won t soften you re lost and
see arsonto exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between
so take cautionleave the flossin for dental hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl virginity
Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton
I hit the face like Ron Carter at the corner when
C and B came strollin
Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie s stupid ass got caught smokin
Figureyour stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better steplike the Delta Sigma Thetas
Verse Six: Coolio
We don t give a fuckfools better duck
39 deep in the back of Wino s truck
Like robbin in the paintfool think I ain t?
Your crew is on stankthat s why I m pullin rank
I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to
kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it s time to rock a mic I won t be no punk
I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain t Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle
Don t play me for a chumpI get around like Gump
And Igot more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don t want no motherfuckin problems here
Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew ll get took outturned outshook out
Burned up like a cookoutso fools better look out
Verse Seven: WC
Fresh out the penalty box
Sportin a stockin capcut off dickiesand some high-top striped socks
The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static
with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha
bringin more terror to MC s than a Michigan militia
Click click boomnigga fuck your crew
It s the chanky hip-hoppertakin over pissin in your stage monitor
socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to wake up and apoligize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz Iburn like Parker
but anywayhalf of y all couldn t see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylorsmy pistol grip tight
Dub-Cthat nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
Ay man! Ay ay.
What s up Wino?
Uh like locit s like latelet s get the fuck up out of here
Are we out?
Yeah yeah fuck it
Fuck itMAAD Circle bitch!

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