If You Don'T Know - Lyrics - Killah Priest

Title: If You Don'T Know
Artist: Killah Priest
Composer(s): Russell Jones, Selwyn Bogard, Derek Harris, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
Killah Priest, King of Sodom
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roam this dead planet
Head bandaged, insane
Preachin' God's commandment, feel me

I move through the dark rages and won't stop
Til we even, until you bleedin', until you stop breathin'
Givin' careers a severe beatin' for MCing, it's something
That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me

To a duel, I drool before I break fool, then I drag MC's
Beat 'em down to they knees
Grab your necks and squeeze
Til there's no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a crisis
I give them a good night's rest
I break they biceps and triceps
Thighs and necks, breast area, is the best area

Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never
Ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more
KnowhatI'msayin'?
(Word is bond)

Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction
Now you in a state of non-fiction

Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me
I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms
And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin'
For a dead-end, stop your sweatin'
Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin'

Snuck up on you at your wedding
At your honeymoon, turn that shit
Into doom, turn your rap cass-ettes
Into your fucking caskets, you goddamn bastards
Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies
From religious cults, half man and half goat
Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes
We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke

Fire breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, through the crystal ball
The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall

Offence, see the coffin
Often I fell at the doorstop coughin'
I heard the pipe organ
(Cough)
Saw some men of a white origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush
Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
Upon the brazen altar, six men
Offer they only daughter splashin' holy water

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses
I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin' purses
Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose
Religious worship, is worthless

I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married
But now they buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury
Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross
Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate
Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace
The government wants my wallet

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

If you don't know, now you know
Killah Priest, now you know

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Cross My Heart - Lyrics - Killah Priest

Title: Cross My Heart
Artist: Killah Priest
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Derek Harris, Jason Hunter, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
It's the visiting king supreme all heal kiss the ring into a [unverified]
I blow steam from the families of the Mackabees
Smack emcees watch them scream your majesty
Make them suffer the capacity of tragedy
Hold the crowd down like gravity

Back the fuck off, stop grabbing me hands off
Me niggas start to bore me

I'm getting sleepy I need some coffee
Me and my wu-bandits
We carry niggas deep in the canvas
Body bandage, like some mummies

You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated
The album amputated scream the name out Killah Priest
I leave the blood filling in the street

I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville
The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
Never forget it, tell them rap critics, I speak in horrific
So they can never get it, I'm too scientific, lyrics explicit

I roll with thirsty niggas, thief's and killers
Tigers, gorillas, faces like Godzilla
We stomp rappers and smile like a Calm-Della
We got iller cross my heart both hope to die

We multiply, by the hundred fuckin' by the thousand
Leave me out [unverified] so grounded
Beatin' up your soundman playa haters and players
We give um' cold stares any last prayers

Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause causalities
My facalty, hfacultyold it down like gravity, rapidly
Sweatin' like weapons to adolescence, ghetto residence
Quick to pass since your present, state of the slum

Kill 4 play the drums face 1
Their course was now, the snake tongue
I'm deep into this
I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare

Hot block cop and gold stares, shot's clear
They fire was on July the 4th,
Weapons get torn, fugitive slidin' off
My force is combined, new world, 2009
Digital, criminals you'll make meals in cyber-crime

Let's all plan ahead, 2 times
I keep the chimes to a great mind
The head that you take, you're not blind

We stare you eye to eye
We tell the truth no lie
We cross our heart and hope to die
Hope to die

High ranked officials and armed tanks with missiles
Blood drizzle simple fact, you slept on the issue
That b-boy started jerkin' joysticks a Sega
I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in, 2 fine tune it

Ship enough units, emcees ask
Who be those rhyme killers in mask
No doubt, difficult task, the last in the square, beware
Infinite amount of darts is in the air

I'm victorious with no opponents
I blast through components with microphonics
Watch the whole world live the moment
Anything in time became approaching this
Are incompable of speech, remains motionless

We stare you eye to eye
We tell the truth no lie
We cross our heart and hope to die
Hope to die

We stare you eye to eye
We tell the truth no lie
We cross our heart and hope to die
Hope to die, hope to die

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When Will We Learn? - Lyrics - Killah Priest

Title: When Will We Learn?
Artist: Killah Priest
Composer(s): Ray Frazier, Eugene Ashe, Paul Frazier, David Darlington

Lyric:
When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

I heard a wise man once say, "Thugs pray"
But still slugs spray from the double barrels
Fallin? pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin? prophets
Release the pain from the deepest closet

It's like a secret that we keep in bondage
Mothers weapin? from they projects
First it be that soul, send to haunt the empty halls
Memories painted on the wall

Like The Lamb's Blood on the doors, of the black Hebrews
Nowadays the same people on subway trains sellin? street news
A ghetto movie, with no sequels
But I still show you previews

That will free you, from your evil
An old man, cookin? her-on, over hot tea spoons
Old G's are all evil, usin? dope needles
Wearin? fan parafanil's

We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us
The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors
The world fearers, first make 'em feel us
Come on

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

The Solomon couldn't say it better
It's all vanity, and sanity
We come from broken families
My own pop's abandoned me, black becomely

The spirits of Lords upon me, I grew up hungry
Now we chase money and live grungy
The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of this country
So they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump me

Damn right I said it bluntly
I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys
At school my teachers used to flunk me
Hopin? one day I turn to junkey

But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli
Black Israeli, hear me? Told you y'all niggas gonna feel me
Killah Priest AK Masada, sincerely yours

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions
Come to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggression
Is advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyes
Step up closer, to the light, like that child on Poltergeist

Wisdom be ultra right
Explosive to the sight, 3D, virtual reality
Verbal mentality, come with me
Load up your gun with me, run with me
Become one with me, this is channel three

High definition, ghetto TV, DVD
Cable networks, stick your fingers
In the bullet holes in my sweatshirt
Take it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its real
A View From Masada, give kids, chill

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

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1112 - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: 1112
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): G Grice, W Reed, E Turner, K Moss, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy equip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed for killin' cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind
Which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall that still flies all dies

Give no extension on the lynchin'
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed

He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', breakin' his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud

Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell

Inhale these venomous thought that I propel
Through the North facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin' the power from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

{You know what I'm sayin'?
The God Cadaver, in the streets of Iris
We talk about sex, money and drugs
(Ruled by power)}

{And y'all cats don't know what it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than what you see on TV
Killah Priest, come on}

Burnin' desire, ebony eyes, painted toe nails, legacys die
Winnin' by the well, Egyptian Queens, Arabian Sheiks
Paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats

Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters
Interviews with the richest reporters

Silent nights over the dividers
A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba
Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud sound

I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from space intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liquor

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one

I heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone or else
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin' all along but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle
Unable to [Incomprehensible] the Devil's [Incomprehensible]

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols

Raven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals

Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles
And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo

With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind, were they lost in this wilderness blind?

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1112 - Lyrics - Genius

Title: 1112
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): G Grice, W Reed, E Turner, K Moss, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin' cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind
And which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies

Give no extension on the lynchin'
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed

He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', breakin' his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks above

Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell
Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, volts is in

At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin' the power from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

You know what I'm sayin'?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris
We talk about sex, money and drugs
Ruled by power

And y'all cats don't know
What it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than what you see on TV
Killah Priest, come on

Burnin' desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows
Who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes

Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters

Interviews with the richest reporters
Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles
For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud sound

I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from space intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liquor

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter

After the third one, I heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin' all along, but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle
I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols
Raven images hang from the mantels

Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Aho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles

And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow

We went to Gretal and the Hansel
Tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind?

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Horsementality - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Horsementality
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): John Austin, Germaine Williams, Ricardo Brown, Melvin Lewis, Walter Reed

Lyric:
The beginnin' of the end niggaz
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker
Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
Police callin' all cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan

My specialty is poetically, lyrically
Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch
Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch

So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side, as a carcass
I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin'
Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs
Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms and comets

Now, who wanna make the next Ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin'
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorchin' when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin' off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin' my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six
Master of Ceremony has beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin' on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax leave you exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin' mind blowin' rhymes and poems
Controllin' my tongue when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing
When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back, so, take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by what we ride by, ha

Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah, nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
With my motherfuckin' arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle
Now, who the fuck really wanna battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

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