[thunderfoot]

Aiyyo i been spittin this rap shit for too long

To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs

And best don't get it twisted

My magnum force practice operation: lockdown

And don't you clowns ever forget it

The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through

And always been the type to take you there like ?warren staples?

Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop

You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not



[illa noyz]

I set it off on a mission like the sentinel

Cuz i was sent to do, murder the crew sayin i'm merciful

I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state

Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate

Too late to run and turn to rev. run

Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven

Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical

Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue

The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles

I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle

Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when i hit you

Doin like i should do, bringin noyz to my acquittal



[steele]

Wit no discrepency, i rip mc wit no referee

Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me

Wit accuracy, i'll attack an mc

Spittin like i emptied the m-1 from the m-p

Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity

At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy

After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering

The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing

Tackling the majority, bomb with authority

More than minority, s-t got seniority

Rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree



(kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem

Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend)



[doc holiday]

Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when i get bent

It's possible that i'm mad, forget ? i'm blind, deaf, and mute

To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at

I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot reps who whip ass

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that d-o-c stay shittin

Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick

My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it

Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it

And one false move, i'm guaranteed to be acquitted



[lidu rock]

Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area

Act up, my mfc niggas'll have to bury ya

Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga

Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake

I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles

Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle

Ghetto role models, so what the fuck y'all tellin me

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies

Fuck sellin trees man, i smoke too much

I lay my raps, get my traps, then i roast the dutch

Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got

I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot

It's lidu rock



[rock]

Many think i ain't got it in me, cuz i'm plenty-friendly

It could be because i'm skinny

But i'll fuck you up like henny and remmy

?if any of trash?, we'll i'll scream "gimme"

To any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny

Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks?

And creeps morse code, i'm sendin smoke signals

That's how my gats be

Tactics, i crack piece are phenomenal

Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak

He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight heltah skeltah

I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when i felt her

So don't fuck wit my head, got static i'm buckin you dead

I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed

Fuck what you said, for y'all i got nuttin but lead-o

And stop fuckin askin me why ruck cut his dreads

It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at

In a jet black, expedition fishin to get some get back



(kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem

Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend)



[rustee jux]

My militant mind's impervious to submission

Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division

Killa cartel-n-mfc in collision

The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission

I stomps through the crack slums of mother medina

Push weed to stack funds for my mother dina

Rustee jux-man, brooklyn mercenary

Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary

The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly

My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty

Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin

I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin



[supreme]

Well it's the five-eight, hands i'm holdin brothers for ransom

Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson

And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random

Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem

I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular

Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he dracula

You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners

I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the

Art, who's the next on my chart to mark

You know i swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start

Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low

Rollin black in the back of the fat ex-p-o



[tek]

Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum

In the gat cabin, tek we make it happen

You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when

You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin

Straight extorted, like an irs audit

You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it?

See you came home frolic, but you show fake love

Like the feds try to get close and lay down bugs

Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay

Didn't know niggas got desert e's and pk's



[starang]

Me and my crew ride up and down st. james like a pack of great danes

Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames

Spit in your face and i'm a have to smack flames

Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up)

We ain't connecticut, ain't even sweatin it

Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit

Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it

I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all i'm settin it

Niggas on my dick so much i brought a saddle

We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle

For your seven-forty beamer, wit your shorty kima in it

If you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while i hit it

Everywhere i go, i let em know starang's the shit

Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit

William h. is the name, mfc's the click

Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit



(retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over

Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over)



[ruck]

Sean p., you better recognize, i be wreckin guys

Fuckin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides

Like d-con, see sean be on some shit from day one

Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son

Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one

Butt-fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin gauge son

Who said that? ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that

For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like craig mack

I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back

?happen in? person cuz i'm hurtin niggas who said that

You fuckin wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's pack

Then have sex at, the same place i park my lex at



[buckshot]

The last black gene, green socks

Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock

Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt

Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt

Through the jungle, it's another rumble when i set it so free

And flee from his body back to the ogc

I never heard of that nigga, in the first place

I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste

Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so i'm a drug dealer

So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a

Straight give a nigga guillotine shit

Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke

Two tokes from the mack tilly

Give a mothafucker two to the belly

Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin

Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now

Fool keep flippin



[rock]

It's not over, it's not over, oh oh



[louieville sluggah]

Yo it was on to the next phase

Spit ink on a page, hostile rage

No sugar and sour like lemmonade

Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean"

So i scalped and praise, i'm on my way

Gat and pick straight out the gate

When i see yo say "you back up on your duty ?"

Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin

But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon

Starv like marv, i'm on the job

First rob and ?slug? mothafuckers licked the knob

Be like that, when i clap back time

I feel it deeply, for my niggas i left behind

I rep for mine, here son feel the shine

Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind

Yo i'm all about me sonee, hand me money

Ja ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa



[talking and threats to the end]


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