Musketeers Of Pig Alley - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Musketeers Of Pig Alley - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Artist | Masta Killa |
| Album | The Lex Diamond Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunter, Marquez, Turner, Woods | |
| (feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa) [Raekwon] | |
| Crack that pineapple open | |
| Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats | |
| Got big rifles, play the hood, ride | |
| Benz cycles | |
| Y'all mens are psycho, | |
| Killah Hill 'ciples | |
| More fly generics, money make moves, forget it | |
| We got this locked since nineteen-seven | |
| So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's | |
| Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that | |
| Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel | |
| Pop off, pull out, drop them bills | |
| I run with all real killas, all for realers | |
| Nikes on, awesome gorillas | |
| Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em | |
| I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' | |
| All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us | |
| We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink | |
| **** around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke | |
| Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint | |
| All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name? | |
| Lexus Diamond, | |
| Ice Water | |
| Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa] | |
| Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh) | |
| Uh! Yeah! | |
| Once again in the mother****in' place | |
| Fix yo' mother****in' face, nigga | |
| Yeah.. you know how we gets down | |
| Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight | |
| Lex Diamond sound, and uh. | |
| I bees the | |
| High Chief, | |
| Jamel Arief | |
| Straight from | |
| East Medina | |
| And uh.. yo.. yeah! | |
| Yeah.. huh! [Masta Killa] | |
| They started jammin' in the park, just after dark | |
| Two turntables and their | |
| DJ scratchin' | |
| Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' | |
| Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin' | |
| Temperature risin' | |
| Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' | |
| Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a | |
| G. hard Explosion rocks the | |
| Promenade, | |
| I'm God And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin' | |
| Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state | |
| I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see | |
| Never fall victim, dictate the fate | |
| Leave the bake for the snake | |
| If he take than | |
| I take his head without question | |
| In the one to fourteen check the | |
| Justice lesson | |
| Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] | |
| Uh! It's the pineapple | |
| Daquiri ****in' up ya mindstate | |
| Ya heard? (Yeah) | |
| Spread the mother****in' word | |
| Yo! [Inspectah Deck] | |
| I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange | |
| We want enough bricks that we could build apartments | |
| I. General in the field of marksmen | |
| The Bad Boys wit' me ain't | |
| Will or Martin | |
| Feel what | |
| I'm droppin', | |
| I spit the ill doctrine | |
| Spot him deep in the | |
| Killah Hill poppin' | |
| Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt | |
| Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work | |
| And my team ain't ya' average, | |
| CREAM we handle it | |
| Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips | |
| Festo! If you wit' me, let's go! | |
| The nymphos love me, | |
| X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved | |
| We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard | |
| They call the riot squad, we live and in charge | |
| Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars | |
| It's the pineapple, | |
| Rebel I. natural | |
| Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!) |
| zuo ci : Hunter, Marquez, Turner, Woods | |
| feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa Raekwon | |
| Crack that pineapple open | |
| Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats | |
| Got big rifles, play the hood, ride | |
| Benz cycles | |
| Y' all mens are psycho, | |
| Killah Hill ' ciples | |
| More fly generics, money make moves, forget it | |
| We got this locked since nineteenseven | |
| So many rods and weapons, ain' t no more reppin' s | |
| Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that | |
| Meet the real, we lock the real, me him lock the steel | |
| Pop off, pull out, drop them bills | |
| I run with all real killas, all for realers | |
| Nikes on, awesome gorillas | |
| Want more then kill ' em, front war, reveal ' em | |
| I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' | |
| All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us | |
| We exdust niggas, don' t even touch my drink | |
| around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke | |
| Ya' yolked and he blastes through you in the faint | |
| All my niggas get paint, yo what' s my name? | |
| Lexus Diamond, | |
| Ice Water | |
| Inc Interlude: Masta Killa | |
| Huh.. uhuhuhuh | |
| Uh! Yeah! | |
| Once again in the mother in' place | |
| Fix yo' mother in' face, nigga | |
| Yeah.. you know how we gets down | |
| Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight | |
| Lex Diamond sound, and uh. | |
| I bees the | |
| High Chief, | |
| Jamel Arief | |
| Straight from | |
| East Medina | |
| And uh.. yo.. yeah! | |
| Yeah.. huh! Masta Killa | |
| They started jammin' in the park, just after dark | |
| Two turntables and their | |
| DJ scratchin' | |
| Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' | |
| Hiphop caused the guns to start sparkin' | |
| Temperature risin' | |
| Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' | |
| Caught him on the ' nard, bomb like a | |
| G. hard Explosion rocks the | |
| Promenade, | |
| I' m God And he show and provin', ' knowledge how he movin' | |
| Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state | |
| I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see | |
| Never fall victim, dictate the fate | |
| Leave the bake for the snake | |
| If he take than | |
| I take his head without question | |
| In the one to fourteen check the | |
| Justice lesson | |
| Now uh! Interlude: Inspectah Deck | |
| Uh! It' s the pineapple | |
| Daquiri in' up ya mindstate | |
| Ya heard? Yeah | |
| Spread the mother in' word | |
| Yo! Inspectah Deck | |
| I' m from where it' s real, niggas peal ya' orange | |
| We want enough bricks that we could build apartments | |
| I. General in the field of marksmen | |
| The Bad Boys wit' me ain' t | |
| Will or Martin | |
| Feel what | |
| I' m droppin', | |
| I spit the ill doctrine | |
| Spot him deep in the | |
| Killah Hill poppin' | |
| Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt | |
| Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work | |
| And my team ain' t ya' average, | |
| CREAM we handle it | |
| Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips | |
| Festo! If you wit' me, let' s go! | |
| The nymphos love me, | |
| XO, XO Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved | |
| We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard | |
| They call the riot squad, we live and in charge | |
| Y' all nonbeleivers get reminded with scars | |
| It' s the pineapple, | |
| Rebel I. natural | |
| Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you CHUHPUGH! Nigga! |
| zuò cí : Hunter, Marquez, Turner, Woods | |
| feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa Raekwon | |
| Crack that pineapple open | |
| Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats | |
| Got big rifles, play the hood, ride | |
| Benz cycles | |
| Y' all mens are psycho, | |
| Killah Hill ' ciples | |
| More fly generics, money make moves, forget it | |
| We got this locked since nineteenseven | |
| So many rods and weapons, ain' t no more reppin' s | |
| Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that | |
| Meet the real, we lock the real, me him lock the steel | |
| Pop off, pull out, drop them bills | |
| I run with all real killas, all for realers | |
| Nikes on, awesome gorillas | |
| Want more then kill ' em, front war, reveal ' em | |
| I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' | |
| All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us | |
| We exdust niggas, don' t even touch my drink | |
| around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke | |
| Ya' yolked and he blastes through you in the faint | |
| All my niggas get paint, yo what' s my name? | |
| Lexus Diamond, | |
| Ice Water | |
| Inc Interlude: Masta Killa | |
| Huh.. uhuhuhuh | |
| Uh! Yeah! | |
| Once again in the mother in' place | |
| Fix yo' mother in' face, nigga | |
| Yeah.. you know how we gets down | |
| Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight | |
| Lex Diamond sound, and uh. | |
| I bees the | |
| High Chief, | |
| Jamel Arief | |
| Straight from | |
| East Medina | |
| And uh.. yo.. yeah! | |
| Yeah.. huh! Masta Killa | |
| They started jammin' in the park, just after dark | |
| Two turntables and their | |
| DJ scratchin' | |
| Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' | |
| Hiphop caused the guns to start sparkin' | |
| Temperature risin' | |
| Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' | |
| Caught him on the ' nard, bomb like a | |
| G. hard Explosion rocks the | |
| Promenade, | |
| I' m God And he show and provin', ' knowledge how he movin' | |
| Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state | |
| I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see | |
| Never fall victim, dictate the fate | |
| Leave the bake for the snake | |
| If he take than | |
| I take his head without question | |
| In the one to fourteen check the | |
| Justice lesson | |
| Now uh! Interlude: Inspectah Deck | |
| Uh! It' s the pineapple | |
| Daquiri in' up ya mindstate | |
| Ya heard? Yeah | |
| Spread the mother in' word | |
| Yo! Inspectah Deck | |
| I' m from where it' s real, niggas peal ya' orange | |
| We want enough bricks that we could build apartments | |
| I. General in the field of marksmen | |
| The Bad Boys wit' me ain' t | |
| Will or Martin | |
| Feel what | |
| I' m droppin', | |
| I spit the ill doctrine | |
| Spot him deep in the | |
| Killah Hill poppin' | |
| Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt | |
| Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work | |
| And my team ain' t ya' average, | |
| CREAM we handle it | |
| Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips | |
| Festo! If you wit' me, let' s go! | |
| The nymphos love me, | |
| XO, XO Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved | |
| We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard | |
| They call the riot squad, we live and in charge | |
| Y' all nonbeleivers get reminded with scars | |
| It' s the pineapple, | |
| Rebel I. natural | |
| Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you CHUHPUGH! Nigga! |
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