A top five freestyle beat ever
@ that beat
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
And ain't shyt that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did, shyt that you won't do
So go ahead wit the bullshyt you blab about goin through
I got nikkaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you, Protectin you,
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nikka we gettin chipsesis
And bad bytchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis
[Mase]
Ayo, Mase and The Lox
We takin knots from the out of state spots
Any nikka make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rikers sing sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nikka in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit nikkaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nikka wave a Tec at Mason, have a explanation
You bring your crew and em? I'm doin em
Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum
Then I'm puttin two in em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent,
wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
[Jadakiss]
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear nikkaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see bad nikkaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shyt is real big
I'm makin nikkaz blow trial even if they not guilty
sick as fukk
[Styles]
I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty nikkaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
Official lox family, grants nikkaz handin me
I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me
Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
And ya nikkaz done started somethin
Actin invincible like you god or somethin
If you god, then I'ma mix a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bullshyt, use caution
Cause when I wet shyt, I dead shyt, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got nikkaz fearin, fukk whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest nikkaz flip, when I start a bunch of shyt
I like p*ssy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, nikkaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shyt buried in the mud
Along traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nikka that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek]
What's that?
[DMX]
Surgery wit the chainsaw
I hit the fukkin streets cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fukkers think it's all about impressin bytches and stressin bytches
Well, I'm testin bytches game, adressin bytches, and caressin bytches
And dealin wit mu'fukkers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fukkin with snakes
Runnin wit nikkaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 nikkaz, dirty nikkaz
that come through and worry nikkaz
30 nikkaz that like to bury nikkaz
And scary nikkaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shyt until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fukk witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
bytch-ass nikkaz who act snotty
Get it
Lyrics are fukked up not because of me btw
Everyone killed this shyt...probably mases best verse ever, and styles and kiss destroyed it too. Dmx had arguably his best FLOW ever too....
@ that beatYo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
And ain't shyt that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did, shyt that you won't do
So go ahead wit the bullshyt you blab about goin through
I got nikkaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you, Protectin you,
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nikka we gettin chipsesis
And bad bytchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis
[Mase]
Ayo, Mase and The Lox
We takin knots from the out of state spots
Any nikka make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rikers sing sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nikka in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit nikkaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nikka wave a Tec at Mason, have a explanation
You bring your crew and em? I'm doin em
Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum
Then I'm puttin two in em You can't touch me, I've been devil sent,
wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
[Jadakiss]
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear nikkaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see bad nikkaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shyt is real big
I'm makin nikkaz blow trial even if they not guilty
sick as fukk[Styles]
I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty nikkaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
Official lox family, grants nikkaz handin me
I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me
Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
And ya nikkaz done started somethin
Actin invincible like you god or somethin
If you god, then I'ma mix a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bullshyt, use caution
Cause when I wet shyt, I dead shyt, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got nikkaz fearin, fukk whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest nikkaz flip, when I start a bunch of shyt
I like p*ssy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, nikkaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shyt buried in the mud
Along traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nikka that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek]
What's that?
[DMX]
Surgery wit the chainsaw
I hit the fukkin streets cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fukkers think it's all about impressin bytches and stressin bytches
Well, I'm testin bytches game, adressin bytches, and caressin bytches
And dealin wit mu'fukkers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fukkin with snakes
Runnin wit nikkaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 nikkaz, dirty nikkaz
that come through and worry nikkaz
30 nikkaz that like to bury nikkaz
And scary nikkaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shyt until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fukk witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
bytch-ass nikkaz who act snotty
Get it
Lyrics are fukked up not because of me btw
Everyone killed this shyt...probably mases best verse ever, and styles and kiss destroyed it too. Dmx had arguably his best FLOW ever too....
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face when I was riding through.