1/2OfDaBruinz
Banned
Dooinit was that shyt
Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka [x6]
Mo'fukker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting nikkas (Clear shot at DMX)
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as bytch as Missy (Missy Caught a stray bullet
)
Back to back LP's that sound the same ,I surround the game (Referring to X again-It's Dark...and Flesh of my Flesh)
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make nikkas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a nikka brain
If he lose his soul what did a nikka gain? (These were general bars directed at the rap game. This CD dropped during the "Jiggy" era)
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" [cut and scratched x4]
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nikka with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That jiggy shyt is over, the war is on (Another "Jiggy Era" diss. He was low key getting at Puff at Badboy with these jabs)
I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For nikkas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some shyt for the heart
Don't fukk with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a fukk what you made in a year, nikka, you wack
A soft nikka on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim (Another clear shot at DMX)
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" [cut and scratched x4]
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs (Shot at NY
)
nikkas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of fakkits, your name is mentioned (Not a shot at X, but with all the homoerotic lyrics X used to spit, it should have been
)
With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good
>From a nikka that was raised or just lived in the hood
>From what a nikka says to what's understood
Keep my shyt tight like them boys in "The Wood"
dikk is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'm a bytch slap the next one (This was addressing flack Common used to get in the Chi for moving to NY to get his career popping)
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression
Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka [x6]
Mo'fukker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting nikkas (Clear shot at DMX)
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as bytch as Missy (Missy Caught a stray bullet
)Back to back LP's that sound the same ,I surround the game (Referring to X again-It's Dark...and Flesh of my Flesh)
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make nikkas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a nikka brain
If he lose his soul what did a nikka gain? (These were general bars directed at the rap game. This CD dropped during the "Jiggy" era)
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" [cut and scratched x4]
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nikka with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That jiggy shyt is over, the war is on (Another "Jiggy Era" diss. He was low key getting at Puff at Badboy with these jabs)
I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For nikkas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some shyt for the heart
Don't fukk with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a fukk what you made in a year, nikka, you wack
A soft nikka on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim (Another clear shot at DMX)
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" [cut and scratched x4]
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs (Shot at NY
)nikkas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of fakkits, your name is mentioned (Not a shot at X, but with all the homoerotic lyrics X used to spit, it should have been
)With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good
>From a nikka that was raised or just lived in the hood
>From what a nikka says to what's understood
Keep my shyt tight like them boys in "The Wood"
dikk is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'm a bytch slap the next one (This was addressing flack Common used to get in the Chi for moving to NY to get his career popping)
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression
