Текст песни Frankie Cutlass f Craig G, Roxanne Shant - The Cypher: Part 3
Frankie Cutlass f Craig G, Roxanne Shant - The Cypher: Part 3 слова песни
I don`t care who`s first or who`s last But I know that y`all better just drop this at the dro-dro-drop of a dime ba-----baby[Cutlass]Crai-Crai-Craig G light up the micCraig-Craig-Craig-CraigCraig G light up the micCraig G light up the mic for The SymphonyVerse One: Craig GAhh, Politics & Bullshit got me hecticLet me show y`all new rappers how to do a posse recordCraig G-I, with the Frankie CU-T-L-A-Double-S, MC`s get troublebest I flow with the the swiftness, neverHowever new MC`s pulled the lever, my style`s much betterAnyone can be a victimEmpty tracks I lick sick emI flip em rip em and strip em of all of they prideAs I slide, in out of these states I stay greatWhat the G stand for, I`m slammin you and yourWhole staff, style, split an atom in halfEast Coast West Coast, don`t make me laugh!The whole America feels my wrath, ahh!It`s like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah!Cause nine-six ain`t about jack shitFuck Versacci I`m like Rocky when I`m bustin yo` lipBust these metaphors for better or worse, my style burstyour grill into itty-bitty pieces as I release, my thesisUhh, Craig G, I believe that`s meNinetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh[Cutlass]Shante!Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-shaShante!Shante! The baddest aroundVerse Two: Roxanne ShanteAiyyo, you`re lost in the sauce, bitches still remainUseless, but when I reign bitches can`t sustainthe drama, word to momma bitch I leave you leakinRoxanne Shante stay creepinYou sleepin but I stay armed, and dangerousNo matter what your name is, bitch I make you famousA lot of bitches swear shit`s sweetBut when I creep I`ma lace you from your head to your fuckin feetFrankie Cutlass put me on so I`m back againAin`t nothin changed it`s still the same, ain`t no smilin friendI remember eighty-seven eighty-eightI was the only one gettin weight from upstateGettin cake, Juice Crew All-Stars was my boysRunnin round town baby makin mad noiseBacktrack turn back the pageLive on stage, wreckin niggaz at a early ageI was only fifteen thinkin big timeAt the time blind all my eyes saw was goldmineSo all you fake Cristal sippin bitchesHere`s a thirty-eight bitch, click it!I didn`t think so...[Cutlass]I be the BizMarkieBiz-biz-bizI be the BizMarkieBizMarkie, aoooowwwwwww!Verse Three: BizMarkieHey hey hey, I`m the eMmmaZah-AIgga-R-Rrahidy-iZza-Rrahzah-KI don`t have a big mouth just a lot to saySo listen to my rhythm and rap display, OKI rock the mic to the T-O-PAnd every record that I make I make historyLike a-oh-oh-oh, WHASSUP ([Nobody Beats the Biz]) and, ah-one twoIs some of the things that I used to do, butRight about now I got a different flowI rock from New York City to MexicoFrom England Australia back to JapanThey know I`m Mista Magic Cool with the mic in my handSo, you know I got more rhymes than Mohammed AliThat`s why my name rings bells internationallyNever neglected well protected as an MC yetI`m, super duper with the rhymes I inventBig Daddy Kane, you know you`re part of the staffGet on the mic, get on the mic god damnitGet on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!![Cutlass]The-the-the name Kane is superious to many peopleVerse Four: Big Daddy KaneTell me what you see, and uhh, vectorizeWhen you, check your eyes, baby, recognize, it`s theRawest chump to make the verse in the chorus pumpWith rhymes skills to be retarded like Forrest GumpNow feel the pain runnin through your chest areaThoughts of the attack it got you fearin thebodily abuse, that you phony niggaz makin me produceWarfare put to use, fuck all that, just turn me looseHuh, and this is for those who don`t know the halfI wanna see just how well you know your mathNow, in case a nigga wanna get out of lineJust tell me how many times does sixteen go into nineSee, a lot of you rappers like to front as if you`re ruthlessBut, when I`m around you make all kind of excusesLike, I just remembered yo my niece need diapers kidPlus I got homework bible-study all types of shitBoo-yaka, any fuckin tune to yaKing Asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit yaOne more thing, the next example one of you niggaz is bout to be itNow close your eyes tight cause trust me you don`t want to see it *echoes*