5 Deadly Venoms
(专辑: The Champions - North Meets South - 2006)
[Ghostface:] Yeah! Come on! I
know many boney niggas that knock big niggas out Force MC's to write more when my pen is out Indian Gym's pedestal prince sit on thrones Crack bones hardly pay back loans Fuck a
Maybach I
hash back a
three G
stone One bitch, four fifth, rubber grip, never hidden it's shown This is for dirt balm niggas wingworm babies who smell like piss in school Smoke wombs, rob and tote tools Jail and poke fools, bash niggas in the
head With forties after thatm shake your hand and get more brew Please be at ease God, fuck the
disease God You rap niggas front on me, I'm a
squeeze God Headline, man get sprayed by retard Ghostly thing, he left behind the
red clark His gun bark up big trees Made his dust with embalming, olivie oil and mint leaves When y'all bag up your fuckin bottles is empty We serve glaciers that's why the
fiends is friendly Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave! [Kool G. Rap:] Then, uh, what! Bread ridiculous, heads want a
whiff of this Glad for hypocrites layin back and triple this Model heads hollow heads and the
nickel fifth When I
juggle fuck a
double nigga flip with chips Sets I
cripple this let a
nigga nipple kiss The
scene'll hit or miss I'll show you where you ticklish The
more iceyed out need to bang your wifey out She like the
way my Rose Gold chain swing my thing bang Know I
got niggas in Sing Sing like Ving Rhames I'm not a
nigga that maintain the
same dames I'm steady switchin up, Chevy truck glistened up I'm not them other suckers motherfuckers listen up This nigga riffin what, who the
fuck is kissin up You own the
cake you'll get ducktaped listen up The
goon trace when they say Buck lift 'em up New York plates on the
interstate shiftin up, what Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave! [Raekwon:] Aiyyo! Squeezin your hammer jammin it Each of my niggas gamblin with people don't think we family Clark whip up call up Sammy I
clash with major paper my blood is an alligator My style is a
mile away from y'all niggas Sal of haters We came to take it over my plane is delayed I
drove up with hangers and back up rovers Movin through the
rain with golfers Who carry heavy armor with bangers and rep regardless Chef will play the
Jeffrey Dahmer dig you when I'm in your garments Y'all niggas is 'spicious, supercrabfragilistic Niggas that I'm against is ginzu 'em with the
quickness Rappers is pussy so soft, mad gushy Go north, your your dad pushed me schooled him cause he had a
pussy We puff crazy reefa too tough the
thing'll heat ya up Got them leeches off your ass nigga keep shit up We blown the
speakers and Chef go and season shit up Release of the
gutter and still wanna beat shit up, whattup! Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave! [Lord Tariq:] Lord the
borough's mainframe, I
remain the
same chain Lames play the
game to gain cock and aim the
than thang (Bang!) I
let the
thang rang then became the
king of caine Gettin chains slingin thangs no different than Richard mane Call a
order off the
water y'all native New Yorker Caught a
case the
law was lacin y'all with eights and raw the
states applaud Facin it for sure with just the
taste the
states and laws Made to degrade my age limit diminish my cause Ain't nothin to us nothin move us tightly knitten up and through us Type of shit the
hype the
gripe I
got despite my life is it And what you talk is what we walk And what we up we love this spot Place none above me of course faithfully yours I
hate when it warms, rapin the
law Came through the
door with a
cape and cane Sayin my name wavin the
four Displayin the
false aim and then buss claim it was yours Ain't no team hotter than Team Saga sign the
Lord! Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave! [Big Daddy Kane:] Who wanna feel the
fire from me fuckin with the
don Just save the
Ying Yang for Lil' Jon kid it's on Got the
coffin case Slay they try to connect They know that, Stuyvesant vet a
be the
livest we get rid of Greasy is from where the
sleezy is from Devious one, and anytime you need me it's done Some talkin off the
yap trip and what they gonna do? But know they couldn't find the
fuckin heart with John Q
I'm hear to warn you, we vouched your plans My name is sent to 'mounts of millions you get thousand fans Little fly by night nigga that's about to land Let me take the
shit up out of your hands Understand, your games won't work can't hide your own jerk And any technicalities I'm pullin on skirts Beside the
mink jacket that be where the
chrome lurks So make sure my paper write like we checkin homework, come on Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave! [DJ KaySlay:] DJ KaySlay Drama King! Five deadly venoms! Ghostface Killah, Kool G. Rap, Raekwon The
Chef, Lord Tariq, Big Daddy Kane! We out!