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1. _ F.a.y.b.a.n.
"from the underground" (scrathed by dj premier)
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody wanna start
Straight for qb, original shit starter
Welcome me back like carter
My three pound semi-revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin there pool of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin with the boars head
Straight up and down i'm here to kncok you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like i sold rocks
Y'all bitch ass niggas i'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my shits blazin hot
Smack you with the mack, give you a speed knot
It be in the source next issue, sayin why i dissed you
Punk motherfuckers, y'all dont want the ruckus
So called tough guys, i despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin
Niggas smack ya moms you won't even do nothing
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, who want it?
Just say something so i can spray something
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin like they boning 'em, they don't even be knowin 'em
I'm ready to smack the dog shit out of 'em
I don't give a fuck if they going plat'num
My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin out all type of shit
'bout time i flip, y'all niggas been livin good
Niggas gettin paid to say "fuck the hood"
No its fuck you bitch ass nigga, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
Fuck 'em, with no grease i hate 'em like i hate the po-lice
If i get the chance i'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin pussy fuckin coward
All of the sudden all y'all niggas bout it bout it
Niggas ain't even tryin cop no brick
Ain't even tryin worry about the cops and shit
Niggas need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
Niggas from the projects don't wanna hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin like a little bitch
Screwball drops the illest shit
Thats blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all niggas
>from the top of my lungs, i scream
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (?word uuuuuppppp?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where the bridge at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (where 43rd at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas (screwball what)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggaz
Word
Qb shit (what?)
What, motherfucker
What, yeah
Screwball, big poet
Representin qb, knowhasayin?
Underground represent forever (forever)
'cuz them niggas like primo (yeah)
Not none of y'all bitch ass niggas (bitch ass niggas)
Fuck 'em (its qb forever nigga)
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2. _ H-o-s-t-l-e
[intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law, and he's ready to play
That's right yawl, it's hostyle today
[verse 1]
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march
Tha cops in dc, had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france
Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I'm like why can't, a brother can't rise up
All i'm hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted lover, to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
[chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, i'm at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree's in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me
[chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[bridge]
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
Mike heron, jerry familar
And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz)
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb
That's right, girl j nicky brown
To my three kids, get down baby
Yeah, it's on, fredrick and my man calito
What, to all my people, ugh
Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit
[chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
*fading out*
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3. _ Y2k
When the smoke clears
You know who gon' be there
When the smoke clear yo
Thats all we got to tell y'all right now
Y'all know who gon' be standing there right
See its our destiny to count g's an' a semi-squeeze
Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze
So im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order
We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter
The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border
Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (yo)
You dealin with some loose cannons (yo) ready to dead shit
I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (uh huh)
Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (yeah)
Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (what
Happened)
'cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders
I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels
And move through cells we rule this hell (screwball)
Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out
Bomb the white house run up in the pentagon and spray it out
Chorus:
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*)
Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy)
Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*)
How many times sour limes and coronas
Powerful crimes in america, corna' to corna'
What'choo wanna do, cops huntin you
Aimin for the kill, layin still
Permanent forever chill in heavens field
Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eels
Respectin the reals, countin what'choo build
?prepare was heal? journey, with hard times
Examine it, playa's have money at random
Sittin pretty, sayin come and get me
(first line overlaps last line)
Standin infront of the gates of hell
Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggas
Sold crack, plus im a rappin nigga
I got rhymes for days, i got gats that blaze
Ready for motherfucking war
See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (screw b)
Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the tv
I need some of this motherfucking rap money
I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money
Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry me
Screw b, qb, from here to eternity (to eternity)
Chorus
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4. _ Attention: A&r Department
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5. _ Album Intro
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6. _ The Operation
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7. _ Urban Warfare
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8. _ Somebody's Gotta Do It
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9. _ Communications
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Just got off the jack with my son thats up north
Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off
'cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets
With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man
We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up
But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up
Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong
Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone
I talked to poet first, yo son, i got a mish-shon
Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythons
I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip on
Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat
They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat
I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit
Yo, i peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yo
These niggas stay sleep
Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked?
Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home and
When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dome
He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four four
We pushed our way in, we wasnt playin
Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the a.m.
Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named fatima
Chorus: prince ad
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole new york state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole new york state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
Now we travel with the ?crills rock?
P, noyd, onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit
Isolated on ya whip, on the south i-95, lightin off and more drive
?diggy with the seats sung?
Half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin
Clouds of smoke, yo this lifes no joke
We from qb son, we ain't tryin to be broke
We makin moves to where the money's at, get it up and bring it back
New cats the boogie ot knew how to work it
Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked it
Bad habits, livin lavish, rockin front and cabbage
Tyrin to follow the leader, but paul paid for peter
The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat up
I'm from ny, city slicker, beat'choo with the g quicker
Business so well i'll have your towns clientelle
Kyron but me on through the cell, my ot
Get that brick money son, i'll meet you back in qb
See we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat off
Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat off
See we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plate
And keep our name low key on this new york state
You know how ?rule? quiet is kept, lets get this money fool
Chorus
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10. _ The Heat Is On
(prodigy and kl talking)
(p) "yo, yo dun, whattup baby?"
(kl) "whats the deal son?"
(p) "ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night,
That shit is crazy right?"
(kl) "for real son, shorty was like sixteen"
(p) "police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is
Wrong with niggas man?"
(kl) "you seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy"
(p) "shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man"
(kl "word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game"
Screwball with the mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard.....
Verse 1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin' stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test
'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All i know is that i need mad cash in a flash
Before i gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
Word)
Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive, but i ain't livin', i'm leakin'
I made my bed and i'm'a lay in it
But i ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin' shit
I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue
Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block
Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no time for bullshittin'
Niggas listen....
Chorus (godfather don)
The h-e-a-t makes me crazy
I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'
Repeat
Verse 2: (prodigy)
Yo, all i know is guns, all i do is slug
I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub fourth
Stay gettin' those outside of newyork
Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a arsen
Interstate 95 north to the jackie robinson
Watch out for d's in caprices in tauruses
Security guards mistaken as cops, mad nervous
Back at home sell a few burners
Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin fifths
380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My niggas is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The heat is on nigga.....
Chorus 6x
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11. _ Zoning
Hook 1:
You can find me (yeah)
Blowing mad trees (what)
Screamin screw b (what what what)0
All day (screwball motherfuckers)
Little mami's (what what)
Countin my money
About to have this orgy
Screwball don't play (yeah, screwball don't play motherfuckers)
Hook 2:
Jump offs on my nuts like ?clothes?
But im'a qb hustler, i don't love you hoes
Jump offs on my nuts like ?clothes?
But im'a qb hustler, i don't love you hoes
Yeah, get the two g pimp shit
Cane and limp shit, lobster and shrimp shit
Mariott, five banging bitches on some big shit
Piggity, he got the card key, kl got the bacardi
Hostyle in the room he already got it poppin
Gettin head from two bitches
They heard the door but they ain't stoppin
Smacked the bitches with a bag of phillies
Hoes you heard me knockin
I proceed to unbutton my shit, and light my l
Shorty with the thong as fat as hell
Now check the stiggity, jump offs get jack shiggity
Big black piggity totin' the mack miggity
Bitch you must be kiddin me
All you gon' get is some big fat diggity
All up in ya big black viggity
Unitl you feel that shit up in yo' kidney
Rippin it, like i'm jack the rip-riggity
Hook 3:
Aiyyo, we zoned out, in new york we boned out
Without throwin out, you hlodin out (no doubt)
We goin out (how we go out?)
The cash route, the weed ain't free but the pussy on the house
Hook 1, with variations in background
If i say jump chick you ask "how high?"
'cuz i can meet a senorita on the prowl or not
Its foul, but take a lie
Every kiss is like medicine to hear you whine
I'm pullin off with benjamins
Don't be dancin on the brass bed
Anotha bumb in the closet
Or are you stitchin with a fat head
I can't front though, trump tight, rump was right yo
??? gave me clostrophobia from this tight hole
Blowin up the taste buds with milk duds
Flinchin like a snitch when my dick does
You know you was, two chicks on my dick
Two birds with one stone
And a love song with ???
Straight up, my man's telling me
Hook 3
Hook 1, with variations
We got the 'dro and the henny low
Bunch'a freaks lettin go
In the limo jettin on the grand centro'
Tryin to guess the plane, gettin brain
Its all in the game
Screwball, we entertain niggas
Same niggas, thugged out with the hoes
So we could all jump off, bag somemo' at the next show
Honies love my stee-lo, i dig egos
Any dick up on the first night, feed 'em forced info
Then breeze on 'em yo
We pumpin rap at'choo
While the camcorder captured me going at'cha
Been hard since i came up to ya job to snatch ya
Now my jism out, the henny gonna put the ism out
Anybody got a nut? (yeah yeah)
Put those bitches out
Hook 3
Hook 1
Hook 2
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12. _ On The Real
Chorus:
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new shit
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new shit
[havoc]
Yo, infamous mobb on they job, 41st side originators
Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators
Frontin with, ice grill metal down off the impost
You know the deal, nyc official battlefield
??? up on death, can't hear your squad is affused to heal
Permantly scarred, niggas from here to hill
Non-religous, who with the gods, yes you know i bill you
Their standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shorty
My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspects
Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex
Disect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippin
Ship from ny to north click, lotto pick
Budweiser, make you piss, scared to death
On your own self, the infamous
Chorus
[kl]
Now its verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use
To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese
Kl's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce
Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum
Impragnatin' the track to make it fatter than it was
Givin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does
[poet]
We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress
We roll a squad deep on the kawasaki horses
Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all niggas tryin to toss us
We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is
[kamikaze]
We live for this shit, ain't tryin to take no loses
Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch
Fuckin welcome to my clutches
Wipe the blood up off my chucka's
From the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love us
Can't call it, i'm in love with this good life shit
I'm workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rent
Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles
Onyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound
Yo 'mega, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town
Chorus
[cormega]
Begotti rims on a yukon denali, jewels on my body
The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody
Where my ice is glitter
My nine'll fuckin terminate you ghetto license nigga
I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me
Cocaine provokin me, boo from peru with my llelo in her ovary
Y'all niggas front, i rule in the hood
My sons in the hood, i rock my jewels in the hood
Got guns in the hood for makin moves in the hood
Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood
You know the deal, test me, get hit directly
This little nigga pack big heat, like joe peschi
Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me
My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me
My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours
Lifes a bitch, and i'm gonna run up in it raw nigga
Chorus
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13. _ Seen It All
"basically over, basically over, basically over"--raekwon (scratched my primo)
The games over, feds took your range rover
Your man snitched and your girl's screaming "i told ya"
About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having
Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they back-stabbing
Laughing, talkin 'bout all ya business
How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with
How many guns you got, and where you go to cop
You shoulda seen me coming down the block
You was gettin hot, but you didn't give a fuck
You make a g in a day and spend it up
In a black benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up
Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up
?daddy warbuck? style
Chours: repeat x2
I watched niggas rise, i watched niggas fall down (fall down)
I seen it all, it went down in my town (where, where?)
Called queensbridge, where the fugitives live
Where some rap kids (rap kids) can turn to big wigs (big wigs)
My niggas rollin dice and fled
Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head
Now there's a price on his head
For pullin out on lil bro
Flashin his heat, he askin for beef
Conference call, ready to brawl
Caught him on a blaz'a
He breathing hard like he got asthma
Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster
Last to the gramma i spit
Told him "fuck you and whoever you get"
He's like "whatever kid"
Fourteen days later
Whole team made they way to my block
Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked
Like they runnin the spot
Im'a load one bullet for all of y'all
You saw it on my face, war ready
I'm callin the pace, its gettin more steady
Don't bite what you can't chew
Dumb little niggas like "that aint'choo"
Yo, recognize what it coulda came to
Put a whole in you, just like a navel
Chorus
Now keeps your eyes on
Screwball, these rap dons, qb icons
Play the project with a firearm
Fully loaded, i keep a razor thats coroded
I'll slash you with it, 'cuz every rhyme is crime committed
Speak it 'cuz i did it before, i got on
I ?dub? niggas moms up til they first born
Til they only child, you pull car you'll get a wild
One, i'm at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son
A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed
Broke bread off this game and i held my head
You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales
New guns thats watched the game, clientale
Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells
>from this mic to the street life, we doin this right
See we swore to these streets to vibe
And draw heat, fuck a peace sign
A waste of time, respect my nine
Chorus
What'choo thought
Screw holdin down th fort
Primo on the track
What'chall want now
Its like dat
Feel it for a minute
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14. _ That Shit
"right about now in the place with the bass,
Smack, kick, push, pull at your face"
Screwball (are you ready?)
Screwball (i don't believe youre ready for this one)
Screwball (are you ready?)
Screwball (we...we gon' get on down now)
Chours:
You know we keep it gangsta (we love that shit)
Kill a nigga for free, yo nigga (thug that shit)
Don't let the weed just sit there (smoke that shit)
Don't let the gat get dusty nigga (tote that shit)
You know we keep it gangsta (we love that shit)
Kill a nigga for free, because we (thug that shit)
Don't let the weed just sit there (smoke that shit)
Don't let the gat get dusty nigga (tote that shit)
Motherfucker, i came to get mine
I when its ready, have that money on time
Or out comes my nine, put it to your mind
And blow that shit, on some real poet shit
My clique be g.i. joe and shit
Big guns and army pants
That where i spit my advance
So y'all niggas ain't got a chance
Fuck who's the nicest,
I got semi-automatic devices, to handle all crisis's
And while i'm at it nigga show me where that ice is
And don't forget you life is priceless
'cuz i don't give a fuck about you
Smack the shit out'choo
And look at'cha crew like what'cha gonna do
I'm not your average rapper, i damage rappers
Black, white or spanish rappers
I don't descriminate, i just eliminate
Runnin with real motherfuckers that you know is tryin split a cake
Chorus
Jump out the cadillac toting the mack, wavin a school flag
Throwin up the s with suit and doo-rag
Keep it ghetto, these screwball niggas keep it wild and mello
Don't make us sneak up on you with that cold piece of metal
And push your wig down to the gas pedal, thats settled
We qb rebels we attack on all levels
We'll decrease ya red blood cells if all else fails
Chop up your body send ya frame through the mail
Now where that tank when you still tote gats that ancient
Went from juvenile to a dope delinquent
We thugged up, stay up in a low hold drugged up
School ballers actin out of order get slugged up
I love twisting phillies, love gettin drunk silly
Love gettin pussy, love gettin richer than willie
I detest y'all, fuck the police they just arrest y'all
Fuck the mayor, fuck his wife, and his desk job
Chorus
Fist balled up, teeth jagged edged bald heads, spark you
Don't be surprised if i pop duke
Discombobulate, now this is hard to take?
Set it then, if you do you'll regret it to the end
Your destiny's in my hands motherfucker
Didn't studder, utter, or mutter
You're heart thudded kool-aid
?this blue raid? adversary shook
I'm ready like a book waitin to be read
My dogs waitin to be fed
My stem is waitin to see dead
Stomach full of tape worms hungry as fuck
Screwball push 'em up, push 'em up
Southeast big skinned it, power moves unlimited
Universal, rhymes been past curfew
Our men will hurt you, lay you in dirt too
Flame thrower, extraordinary fame holders
Same chick on the same shoulder
Same clip til his brains blow up
Screwball, the name's heard of
Chorus 2x
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15. _ Biz Interlude
Are you ready (yeah yeah)
Are you ready for this (uh huh)
Ok...
Kyron
Screw-ball
[kyron]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
While i was creepin, you and him was sleepin up in my bed
'til i caught you red handed, cocked back the lead
And let'choo have it, gave you a life, livin lavish
Took your hand in marriage, have me spend up all my cabbage
On your trick ass, ??? and mister kick ass
Lettin is blast, your blood splattered over the brass
Ran and threw up, can't believe i bucked you up
Coulda thrown money out and just fucked you up
And threw your clothes out, put'choo in the yo', ?chap your nose out?
You had to fuck a bug like that, with all these hoes out
But i was wide oped off you
Whoever thought i'd be fabricatin lies to get up out the precinct
Kickin my g, hopin police believe me
Now i'm standin in a puddle of shit like knee deep
My aliby tight, they even called my hoe
Yo, we was layed up, case closed, drug related, let me go
Hook: screwball
What would you do? if you was meee'eee
Would you wash that sheet, turn and just walk away, now
What would you do? if you was meee'eee
Or would you pull that triggercall it anotha day, now
Eat that shit nigga...
"yo man, r&b sucks"--chris rock
"this ain't a love song bitch"
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16. _ No Exceptions
Chorus:
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make
Survival's at stake
We under pressure
Still, we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures
Its my life, no exceptions
Life's full of love and hate
So we got crums to make
Survival's at stake
We under pressure
Still, we need to treasure
No exceptions, drastic measures
You got one life, no exceptions
Now who ran guns with bounty, did a joint with rakim
A song with mariah that had the whole world poppin
Who that be the r-a-double p-e-r
Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the e.r.
Now i'm rockin jams with the screwball fam
They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ???
Screwball and the mobb so sick
We repin' qb son, they wouldn't understand it
We roll so thick that niggas get noyd
Niggas don't want it 'cuz noyd bring noise
No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me
They tried, i pulled out and popped three
Chorus
Hey yo
Light the blunts up, cook the coke up
One times out, so what motherfucker i'm tryin to blow up
And when they show up i put the cracks in the stash
The gats in the grass, when they roll i just blast
With no problem bumpin primo, to niggas we know
You try, you die like peschi in casino
No exceptions to the rule, the ball to the screw
Go back like "check one two"
Street gang to the rap game
Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pain
Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain
Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions
Im'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheild
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill
Is it real, i'm cryin blunt retalitation
Follow ?wallet? for your information
4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-dun
Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol
But you never blast a missle, ship your bagette pistol
Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed
With no exception
Chorus
Yo, the streets baptised me to money and war
Gettin yours is a law that we never ignore
We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-four
We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking
Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking
The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plottin
The sneak kill, sabatoge our deal
But we overlook it, 'cuz our enviroment is crooked
And hard to finger who the d's got as a singer
Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiends
So i move seperate and conversate with the connections
On the low key, gettin this money with no exceptions
Chorus
Yeah thats right
We all screwball up in here
No exceptions baby
My team go to any extreme to get the weight up
Streets don't stop, streets don't stop
No exceptions
Gotta get it, gotta get it
All in it to win it
Y'all heard
Streets don't stop for nothin and nobody
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17. _ The Blocks
Verse 1: (nature)
Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars
Why's my chain so big with no job?
Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
Ain't it funny how the innocent change?
Used to be kinda quiet,
A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
Until the shit expired
Learned to drive at age twenty-five, see i used to catch cabs
Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
Do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything to to have
Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
I got signed with no rhymes wrote
Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my shit
Know my zip, 11101
Pretend thug niggas own one gun
Bust shots and don't run
Late nights the police don't come
And if you still don't know where i'm from...
Chorus
10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queensbridge), the
Pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it's
Real, the love (organized crime)
Verse 2: (kl)
Livin' life on the edge way back
Now i get money and stay black
Some find it funny, others hate that
Reason why the angers developed
Put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote
Bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke
Police slid
Yo, yo, you see what they did?
Alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot
Niggas engagin' to pop shots
Aimin' to drop cops
The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses
There's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures
The bridge blossoms with gossip
Chicks who cock suck
Niggas who hardly wash up
And they light as paper weight
I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition
Q.b. cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen
Regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission
At any given moment i destroy competition.
Chorus
Verse 3: (kyron)
Fuck, i hate 'em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain
And bang 'em
You violatin' q.b.? had to lay 'em
I'll serve you if you onto that
Hit 'em up with all of that
Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, i wrote a song to that
Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that
It's 2:30 am black, where ya daughter at?
The truth hurt, now i'm up in shorty boo's skirt
Take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me
You wanna know who's donnin' these hoes? just ask me
The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty
Cuban link cable, dom peri on the table
Look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel
Love thy neighbor, we can live in the world
Thats your man fifty grand 'till he fucks your girl
Now it's all out war over that whore
Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before.
Chorus
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18. _ You Love To Hear The Stories
[scratched by pete rock]
"this is the place where stars are born"
"the bridge, queensbrigde"
[poet]
Y'all niggas love to hear the stories again and again
Of how it all got started way back then
See it was marly, mc shan, the juice crew
Queensbridge, hip-hop land, those niggas blew (up)
Nobody said it started there
But some playa hater tryed to end a party there
Niggas didn't care they burned it, put it in the air
I took it personal readied up for warfare
Shit, yeah, what?
But time passed by, shit died out
But niggas got paid off my hood no doubt
Now everybodies rhymin, other hoods start shinin
Thats ahight 'cuz the bridge'll keep risin
[scratched by pete rock]
"you love to hear the stories again and again
Of how it all got started way back when"
"the bridge, queensbridge"
"screwball drops the illest shit"
[poet]
And just when you thought things couldnt get betta
Nas dropped illmatic and let'cha'll faggots have it
He brought the shine back, made the right contact
Had the whole world sayin "hey dun, rewind that" (rewind that)
Niggas from every hood felt the new vibe
The word spread quick, the bridge is still live
My dun went gold, then he went platinum
My niggas mobb deep had the streets right afta him
Oh my god, shits off the hook now
Killing kids, in the bridge carry rap books now
Another chapter about to dominate
I guess its just in our nature, queensbridge gotta set it straight
We on some kamikaze shit, moving at a cormega pace
Infamous mobb up in this rap race
This is the place where stars are born
Im'a stay repin my hood until im'a dead and gone
Cuts by pete rock
[poet]
You still walkin through life like you was blind
Need you a lucy but you short one dime
Damn, thought about it, ten minutes later
Bumbed a cigarette going up in the elavator
[mc shan]
Dead dreams, more than sold
You gotta to try and recieve ya goal
However you do it, however you may
Don't never listen to what nobody say, uhh
But you chose to lead that fate
Now you're sucking on a bone when it should'a been steak (steak)
The whole purpose of the story i told
Was mainly to inspire you to reach your goal
Stop walking through as you were blind
You should reach for your goal 'cuz i'm reaching for mine
You love to, you love to
Cuts and scratches by pete rock
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19. _ Take It There
What what what what
Yeah yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas
Transform transform
[poet]
Yo, i'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas
Screwball empire, poet spit fire (fire)
Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver
My family's hydra, but we smoke hy-dro
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust
Severly touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, i'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[hostyle]
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts
And its long lastin, yeah
A lot of crews are soft like puddy
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky
Here's kinky, then i'm ghost like blinky
I'm pacman, lyrics thats written by a mad man
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write 'em
Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah
Chorus: screwball and capone
(do what?) pushin' weight back (nigga we'll win)
(what, what) clack clack clack clack (screwball)
(we're the illest) can you dig that? (i can dig that)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (take it there)
I wanna hurt something (nigga we'll win) i wanna hurt something
Don't make me do something (we're the illest) (what)
Pull the curtains on 'em (yeah yeah yeah)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians
[capone]
Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel
Aim at the beast when the game get real
Yo, them corna's i been played, got schooled by fame
Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens
Qb is like the villian'est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps
And whores
From a blimp i glimpse at the raws
Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin
To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home?
Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me
Pop the bubbly y'all, salute the reign of qb (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[kyron]
Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality
Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be
I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you
Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you
I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin
We hangin in the club just to bag som'thin
Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som'thin
So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som'thin
You don't hustle around, you wouldn't mind time
Bitch you ain't a dime, if you ain't improvin mine
Who y'all, i see through y'all
Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball
We do some ugly shit to y'all
Chorus
The reign of qb (salute this shit)
Screwball (screwball nigga)
Capone 'n' noreaga
Thugged out (thugged out)
Kno'imsayin? (hear me?)
Y'all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin
Kno'imsayin?
Its our fuckin world
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