| Intro： | |
| Enter gentlemen, take your seats | |
| You have been brought here for a task | |
| Only universal soldiers are brought for (yeah) | |
| Let's begin | |
| Hook: | |
| Thee elite fleet stands tall and proud | |
| See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd | |
| Mc's you won't be around next year | |
| M.s. comin' from the rear | |
| M.s.: | |
| We see your kind many times (many times) | |
| Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap | |
| M.s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack | |
| For who card shit i turn styles like the door knob | |
| Bring ya more but it don't matter because me and squad bogard | |
| For so long we hear the dumb shit that some do | |
| These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos | |
| So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes | |
| I brings it to your grill while originoo gunn clap you | |
| And it's no doubt i keep your whole crew under pressure | |
| Heltah skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher | |
| Ready to get ya | |
| So open up wide and wreckognize | |
| And see who stands before your eyes in the 9-5 | |
| Coping with my high feeling the lye as it kick | |
| A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead i stuck my dick in | |
| Top dawg: | |
| They call me top dawg, top dawg of the year | |
| Flowin' with my full grown dreads and army gear | |
| When i come through with my bucktown crew | |
| You better be on point because we might be looking for you | |
| All y'all punany snake niggas remind me | |
| Why we roll strickly bootcamp in the 90's | |
| Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex | |
| Break niggas necks | |
| Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite fleet | |
| So we can smoke x amount of ganja weed | |
| It's alright if you wanna get high | |
| But when you enter this session make sure you got lye | |
| Cause sense we smoke mad sensi | |
| Original dreads fortified blunt heads | |
| Nuff said nuff punk gwon dead | |
| Fuck all that bullshit, it's time to get red | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' rock (of the representitives): | |
| Representitives coming up form the fuckin' rear | |
| You're missing in action no time for relaxin' | |
| We packin' mental thoughts that'll blow this nations back in | |
| No need escape this zone unknown | |
| Cause we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home | |
| Supreme (of the representitives): | |
| Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine | |
| Supreme brings pain to your frame you can't hang | |
| (you can't maintain) in the mist where guns click | |
| 13 deep thee elite we don't miss | |
| Lil' rock: | |
| Cause we be the squad called the representitives | |
| Lil' rock and supreme aka gen grim and mr. perfect | |
| Lord don't want to be known to hurt shit | |
| Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it's worth kid | |
| Supreme: | |
| And thats all catch a black from black pull | |
| Niggas that slack off i'm breakin' they glass jaw | |
| So ask for, forgiveness to end this | |
| The representitives mean buisness | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Yo i'm hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic | |
| Rock ya like robbin', i clock ya like spike | |
| Lee, s-t-r-a-n-g-l-e cooler then ? | |
| That's what bitches tell me, strickly rugged | |
| Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it | |
| Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public | |
| But you know and spolice spot you they lock you | |
| But my nigga hocktu got you ready to knock you | |
| Senseless cause against this you defencless | |
| Don't even speak nigga you weak, strengthless | |
| So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow | |
| Ash hole m16 steam through my afro | |
| It's all about the storm fuck what you're under | |
| Gun clapper number one a.k.a. starange wondah | |
| Hook | |
| Yo it's the nigga bad vybes creepin' up from the rear | |
| Bad vybes: | |
| Now you know bad want this done so i switch | |
| To some next shit in 9-6 like fuck a bitch | |
| But i quickly squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties | |
| And turn to my committee and score here shit a 50 | |
| Percent fake a move your face meet cement | |
| I know a lot of guys want to test the vybes | |
| But most of y'all get fried like eggs on the side | |
| (lone desperado) never could refuse a bottle | |
| Of pain my stomach turn to words of ellen | |
| Chumps fakin' jacks while i'm dishin' out the smacks g | |
| You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back | |
| Louieville: | |
| Playin' clean sweep for thee elite fleet we call him shocker | |
| Second source out the storm shock like blanca | |
| Games you hit i split them shit's get broken like bridges | |
| With bitches cause all they see is riches | |
| Hit's ya softly, something unlawfully | |
| Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food i warned you | |
| One strike that ass is dead | |
| It's just no fair you know the rules nigga i don't care | |
| 3 you fall can't take no more | |
| All that bullshit hot pops out that front door | |
| Enough of it punk bitches i know you dug it | |
| Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite | |
| Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home | |
| Buffalo batted and meson saved the chrome | |
| Outro: | |
| Well gentlemen we have all come to an agreement | |
| Along with our darkside connection heltah skeltah | |
| We will now be known as magnum force | |
| You all have your orders, we have come to a successful agreement | |
| Meeting is adjourned | |
| But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket | |
| Scratching | |
| "yuu won't be around next year" --> craig mack, flava in ya ear |
| Intro: | |
| Enter gentlemen, take your seats | |
| You have been brought here for a task | |
| Only universal soldiers are brought for yeah | |
| Let' s begin | |
| Hook: | |
| Thee elite fleet stands tall and proud | |
| See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd | |
| Mc' s you won' t be around next year | |
| M. s. comin' from the rear | |
| M. s.: | |
| We see your kind many times many times | |
| Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap | |
| M. s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack | |
| For who card shit i turn styles like the door knob | |
| Bring ya more but it don' t matter because me and squad bogard | |
| For so long we hear the dumb shit that some do | |
| These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos | |
| So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes | |
| I brings it to your grill while originoo gunn clap you | |
| And it' s no doubt i keep your whole crew under pressure | |
| Heltah skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher | |
| Ready to get ya | |
| So open up wide and wreckognize | |
| And see who stands before your eyes in the 95 | |
| Coping with my high feeling the lye as it kick | |
| A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead i stuck my dick in | |
| Top dawg: | |
| They call me top dawg, top dawg of the year | |
| Flowin' with my full grown dreads and army gear | |
| When i come through with my bucktown crew | |
| You better be on point because we might be looking for you | |
| All y' all punany snake niggas remind me | |
| Why we roll strickly bootcamp in the 90' s | |
| Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex | |
| Break niggas necks | |
| Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite fleet | |
| So we can smoke x amount of ganja weed | |
| It' s alright if you wanna get high | |
| But when you enter this session make sure you got lye | |
| Cause sense we smoke mad sensi | |
| Original dreads fortified blunt heads | |
| Nuff said nuff punk gwon dead | |
| Fuck all that bullshit, it' s time to get red | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' rock of the representitives: | |
| Representitives coming up form the fuckin' rear | |
| You' re missing in action no time for relaxin' | |
| We packin' mental thoughts that' ll blow this nations back in | |
| No need escape this zone unknown | |
| Cause we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home | |
| Supreme of the representitives: | |
| Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine | |
| Supreme brings pain to your frame you can' t hang | |
| you can' t maintain in the mist where guns click | |
| 13 deep thee elite we don' t miss | |
| Lil' rock: | |
| Cause we be the squad called the representitives | |
| Lil' rock and supreme aka gen grim and mr. perfect | |
| Lord don' t want to be known to hurt shit | |
| Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it' s worth kid | |
| Supreme: | |
| And thats all catch a black from black pull | |
| Niggas that slack off i' m breakin' they glass jaw | |
| So ask for, forgiveness to end this | |
| The representitives mean buisness | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Yo i' m hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic | |
| Rock ya like robbin', i clock ya like spike | |
| Lee, strangle cooler then ? | |
| That' s what bitches tell me, strickly rugged | |
| Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it | |
| Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public | |
| But you know and spolice spot you they lock you | |
| But my nigga hocktu got you ready to knock you | |
| Senseless cause against this you defencless | |
| Don' t even speak nigga you weak, strengthless | |
| So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow | |
| Ash hole m16 steam through my afro | |
| It' s all about the storm fuck what you' re under | |
| Gun clapper number one a. k. a. starange wondah | |
| Hook | |
| Yo it' s the nigga bad vybes creepin' up from the rear | |
| Bad vybes: | |
| Now you know bad want this done so i switch | |
| To some next shit in 96 like fuck a bitch | |
| But i quickly squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties | |
| And turn to my committee and score here shit a 50 | |
| Percent fake a move your face meet cement | |
| I know a lot of guys want to test the vybes | |
| But most of y' all get fried like eggs on the side | |
| lone desperado never could refuse a bottle | |
| Of pain my stomach turn to words of ellen | |
| Chumps fakin' jacks while i' m dishin' out the smacks g | |
| You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back | |
| Louieville: | |
| Playin' clean sweep for thee elite fleet we call him shocker | |
| Second source out the storm shock like blanca | |
| Games you hit i split them shit' s get broken like bridges | |
| With bitches cause all they see is riches | |
| Hit' s ya softly, something unlawfully | |
| Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food i warned you | |
| One strike that ass is dead | |
| It' s just no fair you know the rules nigga i don' t care | |
| 3 you fall can' t take no more | |
| All that bullshit hot pops out that front door | |
| Enough of it punk bitches i know you dug it | |
| Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite | |
| Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home | |
| Buffalo batted and meson saved the chrome | |
| Outro: | |
| Well gentlemen we have all come to an agreement | |
| Along with our darkside connection heltah skeltah | |
| We will now be known as magnum force | |
| You all have your orders, we have come to a successful agreement | |
| Meeting is adjourned | |
| But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket | |
| Scratching | |
| " yuu won' t be around next year" craig mack, flava in ya ear |
| Intro: | |
| Enter gentlemen, take your seats | |
| You have been brought here for a task | |
| Only universal soldiers are brought for yeah | |
| Let' s begin | |
| Hook: | |
| Thee elite fleet stands tall and proud | |
| See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd | |
| Mc' s you won' t be around next year | |
| M. s. comin' from the rear | |
| M. s.: | |
| We see your kind many times many times | |
| Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap | |
| M. s. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack | |
| For who card shit i turn styles like the door knob | |
| Bring ya more but it don' t matter because me and squad bogard | |
| For so long we hear the dumb shit that some do | |
| These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos | |
| So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes | |
| I brings it to your grill while originoo gunn clap you | |
| And it' s no doubt i keep your whole crew under pressure | |
| Heltah skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher | |
| Ready to get ya | |
| So open up wide and wreckognize | |
| And see who stands before your eyes in the 95 | |
| Coping with my high feeling the lye as it kick | |
| A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead i stuck my dick in | |
| Top dawg: | |
| They call me top dawg, top dawg of the year | |
| Flowin' with my full grown dreads and army gear | |
| When i come through with my bucktown crew | |
| You better be on point because we might be looking for you | |
| All y' all punany snake niggas remind me | |
| Why we roll strickly bootcamp in the 90' s | |
| Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex | |
| Break niggas necks | |
| Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite fleet | |
| So we can smoke x amount of ganja weed | |
| It' s alright if you wanna get high | |
| But when you enter this session make sure you got lye | |
| Cause sense we smoke mad sensi | |
| Original dreads fortified blunt heads | |
| Nuff said nuff punk gwon dead | |
| Fuck all that bullshit, it' s time to get red | |
| Hook | |
| Lil' rock of the representitives: | |
| Representitives coming up form the fuckin' rear | |
| You' re missing in action no time for relaxin' | |
| We packin' mental thoughts that' ll blow this nations back in | |
| No need escape this zone unknown | |
| Cause we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home | |
| Supreme of the representitives: | |
| Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine | |
| Supreme brings pain to your frame you can' t hang | |
| you can' t maintain in the mist where guns click | |
| 13 deep thee elite we don' t miss | |
| Lil' rock: | |
| Cause we be the squad called the representitives | |
| Lil' rock and supreme aka gen grim and mr. perfect | |
| Lord don' t want to be known to hurt shit | |
| Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it' s worth kid | |
| Supreme: | |
| And thats all catch a black from black pull | |
| Niggas that slack off i' m breakin' they glass jaw | |
| So ask for, forgiveness to end this | |
| The representitives mean buisness | |
| Hurricane starange: | |
| Yo i' m hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic | |
| Rock ya like robbin', i clock ya like spike | |
| Lee, strangle cooler then ? | |
| That' s what bitches tell me, strickly rugged | |
| Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it | |
| Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public | |
| But you know and spolice spot you they lock you | |
| But my nigga hocktu got you ready to knock you | |
| Senseless cause against this you defencless | |
| Don' t even speak nigga you weak, strengthless | |
| So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow | |
| Ash hole m16 steam through my afro | |
| It' s all about the storm fuck what you' re under | |
| Gun clapper number one a. k. a. starange wondah | |
| Hook | |
| Yo it' s the nigga bad vybes creepin' up from the rear | |
| Bad vybes: | |
| Now you know bad want this done so i switch | |
| To some next shit in 96 like fuck a bitch | |
| But i quickly squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties | |
| And turn to my committee and score here shit a 50 | |
| Percent fake a move your face meet cement | |
| I know a lot of guys want to test the vybes | |
| But most of y' all get fried like eggs on the side | |
| lone desperado never could refuse a bottle | |
| Of pain my stomach turn to words of ellen | |
| Chumps fakin' jacks while i' m dishin' out the smacks g | |
| You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back | |
| Louieville: | |
| Playin' clean sweep for thee elite fleet we call him shocker | |
| Second source out the storm shock like blanca | |
| Games you hit i split them shit' s get broken like bridges | |
| With bitches cause all they see is riches | |
| Hit' s ya softly, something unlawfully | |
| Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food i warned you | |
| One strike that ass is dead | |
| It' s just no fair you know the rules nigga i don' t care | |
| 3 you fall can' t take no more | |
| All that bullshit hot pops out that front door | |
| Enough of it punk bitches i know you dug it | |
| Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite | |
| Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home | |
| Buffalo batted and meson saved the chrome | |
| Outro: | |
| Well gentlemen we have all come to an agreement | |
| Along with our darkside connection heltah skeltah | |
| We will now be known as magnum force | |
| You all have your orders, we have come to a successful agreement | |
| Meeting is adjourned | |
| But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket | |
| Scratching | |
| " yuu won' t be around next year" craig mack, flava in ya ear |
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