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1. _ Sittin' On Chrome
Sittin on chrome (8x)
Chorus: *with sample from eazy e*
He once was a dog from around the way... [so you better take it]
Eazy! [and i'm sittin on chrome]
He once was a dog from around the way... [so you better take it]
Eazy! [and i'm sittin on chrome]
I just got paid...
It's friday night...
I'm sittin on chrome...
And i'm feelin alright...
Verse one:
Take it ez, like e cuz i be
Lettin niggaz know what time it is when it comes to me
You can't find us here anywhere and i tear
You a new asshole, as beautiful as gold
Look at your reflection in my shine, find
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
But not tonight, i'm sittin on chri-dome
Makin more waves than my cellular phi-done
Mental energy from within keeps me higher
Than anything rolled and set on fire let me try a
Little somethin new, grand cuz what i am
Is mathematic, i must to blow your static if i can
I.n.c., crew i thought you knew
That's how you do well check it this is how i do
Chorus
Verse two:
I'm sittin on c-h, r-o-m-e
Sippin brass monkey, digga got the remi
Martin i'm startin to feel like i wanna
Hit the strip spot and i think that i'm gonna
I see my nigga jose, "mida, que pasa?"
We goin to the spot, need a ride? i gotcha
So come on in, come on in, come on in
It's like fire when you see my chrome spin
I paid the valet, i stepped to the stage
I think i wanna play with the girl in the cage
Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance
Baby look i got trouble in my pants
I just checked my wallet, no more dough
I just paid your rent and now i gotta go
She did me till i's done, smooth like bally
I walked outside, they said that they ain't got no valet
Somebody caught me slippin, dipped with my ride
But we gonna catch they ass on the b-side
Chorus
I just got paid...
It's friday night...
I'm sittin on chrome...
And i'm feelin alright...
Verse three:
You can't i-n-c me, the
Ace niguh, so be ghost like amity-
-ville horror, till tomorrow, you're done
So jet like delta, i'm fly like the nun
My mental state's, more great than the lakes
I'm superior, it's erie how i breaks
Niggaz down, with the sound as i shine
One time, and the chrome is the mind
Chorus
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2. _ Postin' High
[ verse 1 ]
Here we go, we're on the late night tip
Master ace with a tight grip
Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud
People, they gather to hear a rather proud
Brother, originator of the third power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know what i mean
The dancefloor - nuff heads
Gucci girls, a few tuff dreds
Homeboys dipped in silky
Leatherseats in the benzes often milky
Cuban link, a lotta mo |
3. _ Maintain
Verse one: masta ase
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit starts it don't end
Until somebody's gone with the wind
And i'm tryin' to keep a level head so instead
Of goin' out to die, i write rhymes on my bed
And little kids at the playground
Better stay down
Keep duckin'
Cause somebody else is buckin'
Don't seem to be no relief from the beef
Only nigga round my way without the gold teeth
And the gold chain, with the whole name on my neck
Jewelries your worse enemy without a tech
I'm tryin' to maintain, but it ain't workin'
Niggas keep lurkin'
Through the darkness i see the grim reaper smirkin'
Could it be that he's smilin' at me
Not tryin' to see fatal injury, injury
What must i do to avoid the pain
It seems insane, but i gotta maintain
I can feel the pressure on my brain
Feel the strain
But i gotta maintain
Chorus:
Workin' hard may help ya maintain
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin' hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain
Workin' hard may help ya maintain
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin' hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain
Verse two: lord digga
Back in the days i use to do a little dirt
Now that's comin' back around, and man it hurts
To see everbody gettin' on
But i got to wait cause of the things i done wrong
In my life, i regret it
But the man upstairs won't let me forget it
Everytime i think of doin' somethin' right
Here comes a dark tunnel with no signs of a light
I got to fight to keep my head above water
Dollars are real tight, i be askin' bums for quarters
I had enough of the quick cash
So i got to find a way to make the shit last
In the past i woulda just gave up
But there's more days to come, i know they bring ya good luck
So i'm a keep doin' what i'm doin'
Sippin' on the brew and catchin' wreck wit my crewin'
I feel stuck with a lot of aches and pains
And it's stressin' me, but i gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ i gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ i gotta maintain
Chorus
Verse three:
There's too much pressure and stress on my chest
Life's a mess
And i feel depressed
Seems so hard to survive and stay alive
Jump in my ride and i drive, doin' 95
With my system blastin'
I'm passin' cars in the right lane, light change i'm gasin'
No, destination
But i'm racin'
With my lights on, i got my brights on
Play the right song
And the sweat beeds my five
Drive past five-o and now they givin' chase
They'll probably want to know where the fire's at
Or where the drug buyers at
Fuck, my tire's flat
I guess i'm pullin' over, to take a loss
But it won't be the loss of my life from drivin' off course
God knows i need to be here to shap me son's brain
So i gotta maintain
Chorus
Chorus (fades out)
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4. _ The I.n.c. Ride
Chorus:
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin on a ride
It's the ride y'all, come on i know you wanna ride
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin on a ride
It's the ride y'lla, it's the i.n.c. ride
Verse one:
R to the i, d to the e, check out how we the i.n.c.
Get more biz than markie as i spark thee
Mike like lightnin, that's frightenin, i'm hypin
Niggaz up, cuz they don't know the score
Ooooh here comes the roar, knock on your door
I wonder who it is and who could it be
Ain't nobody but the i.n.c.
Wit mo' soul than the train i'm a reign
With 808 beats that hit big like kane
Daddy, caddy, coup deville, chill
Jump in my ride and slide down the hill
To see if we catch dem kids talking that was talkin that mess
And tryin to impress, never the lesstheless, yo
I gotta let em know they can't find us, so get behind us
Cause we cruise in the i.n.c. ride
Chorus
(incorpate the i-n-c into a flow) -- 4x
From the east side, to the west side
From the north side, to the south side
From the east side, to the west side
From the north side, to the south side
Verse two:
Ain't nobody but the a (o-kay)
And i'm not the one you wanna play (don't play)
I'm flat like a cap on a can of flat black
Let me snap back break a nigee down with my rap
Cause this is how we do
Who is the crew coming through with the brand new
As we flex and get fly, you cry
The roof is on fire but my name ain't left eye
Punks be all up on it like a charlotte hornet
But they full of chicago bull-shit cuz they don't want it
Ooooh, don't let me sing, i'm peaking
I'm freakin, get in that ass like a g-string
And that you don't need
We'll be blowin up like that movie speed indeed you're on a ride
Chorus
(incorpate the i-n-c into a flow) -- 4x
From the east side, to the west side
From the north side, to the south side
From the east side, to the west side
From the north side, to the south side
You're in a lexus, or blazer
You're in a beamer, or a benz
You're in a corvette, or a nissan
You're in a sidekick, wit your friends
You're in a caddy, a landcruiser
A range rover, a mustang
You're in a burban with ten woofers
Then your system, it must bang
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
The i.n.c. ride
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5. _ Top 10 List
"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for bk, don't play
Or you might have to get crime watch around your way
Cause brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back
Say black, trying to get that fortune like sajak
There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and
In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:
10's very simple and plain, it's petty crime
It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme
And now you think you got more skil than power tools
But never could your feet fit up in our shoes
You only got one delivery
One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry
Don't get your spot blown up, block sewn up
I lift mc's to tone up, rip your zone up
I got more flavors than women's douche
Make ends with mexicans and rock dreads in flatbush
9, you can't see mine, can't find mine
Can't do mine, step to mine, when my crew find
A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this
You don't want to get beat and boxed like biz
You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids
Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is
"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)
6, i bury that ass like halle
All up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
Like bob marley, we jammin', by all means
And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
5, never judge a rapper by the song he make
Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake
And on the other hand, some of them screaming "keep it real"
Their video's the only time they ever busted steel
4, you don't phase me, this ain't star trek
I know where you park your cars at, as far as that
Beef that's going on in all these spots
In parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shots
Funny, dummy, lyrics don't stun me
If i was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run me
Out this rap game, it's i.n.c. for life
Niggas gonna know soon, cause brownsville's trife
All up in the mix like blenders
Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us
Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you
Don't lose count, let me remind you
"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)
One two, one two, this be number trey
Might be in the game, but i don't think you wanna play
I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than bay
I say, this master jam more than jay
And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
Can't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue us
You want to step to us, come clean on the scene
Without the drama, my team making all the green
I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen
In my ride, young teen girls getting mean
Every day just like mary j.
I'm downtown brooklyn where niggas play
The corners and blocks like street lamps, i beat champs
In rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happened
And that be the number one reason you can't flow
But bring back the other two shits to let 'em know
"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)
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6. _ Wake Me When I'm Dead
Oh, what a night, yo, that i just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a nazi
Underground club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my show and
'cause i writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did i surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is
He suppose to be commercial like that song about the biz
The kid said "masta ace, yo what's the deal wit the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap i was pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me jack, you're sadly mistaken
Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So homeboy, you're better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what they said
'cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when i'm dead
(chorus)
(wake up) the masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies (2x)
If this was an opera, i'll probably say figaro
Black kid from brooklyn but don't call me nigga tho'
I rocks the jams for the young population
I wonder, i wonder, can i change the nation
It's futile, so i try, yes, hoping, yea, maybe
But i can't sit home and write ice, ice baby
'cause if it comes down to, i must have a pocket
I go get a dayjob and rapping, i'll stop it
I'm never going out, so, yo, firm i am standing
'cause my jams are fat like a cop named canon
My rap is for the mind, it's nutritious
My word is final, devinyl and delicious
So face it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or i'll come get mine, i guess maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my head
You'll never hit the point, i'm saying wake me when i'm dead
Chorus (2x)
Wake me when i'm dead, hey yo, wake me when i'm dead
This life is like a nightmare, i'm gonna lose my head
So i make the jam that'll make me feel better
I hear alot of groups that come cheesier than cheddar
But this jam is well bulit like '57 chevies
The masta, the ace and the brand new, the heavies
So weigh this on ya, underground scaling
We be prevailing while others be failing
I'm hailing from brooklyn and i strive for the ends
But i don't need a beemer and i don't need a benz
Still i got respect for the style i'll be choosing
Rapping to the soul kind of jazz like confusion
I'm cruising not for a bruising but i'll break up
Anything that's broiling like an la laker
So i rocks the west coast as well as the city, yo
I got crazy flavor like a pe video
Plus i got alot of, um, skill and that's word doc
With battle, who me g, you're crazier than murdoch
Instead of confronting, you oughta be checking
The time 'cause it's wasting, second after second
You're so busy ripping and daring kids to shoot ya
According to the jetsons, there's no blacks in the future
You better wake up before you're in over your head
Tomorrow, you'll be screaming wake me when i'm dead
Chorus (2x)
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7. _ Born To Roll (jeep Ass Niguh Remix)
Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
And they take a loss, take a loss to the master and i
Throws crazy blows and they knows i be plasterin
All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to
Punk little suckers didn't know i had the gall to
Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and
Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me
They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
Hey little suckers i know you hear me callin you
Cause you wanted some but i see that you ougta do
Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get i on
Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on
The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac
Back up ya boys and let's start the battle
Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh
Chorus:
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
I was born to roll (repeat several)
Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
It's saturday, it's saturday, the heat might smother you
Rollin down my windows yeah i have a air-conditioner
But i got the sound i want the whole world to listen ta
Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in
Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns
Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
Bit i think i better school him cause he don't know the time
So i'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away i
Wanna turn they heads so you know i gotta play
High decibels passin through a residential district
See a few cuties and i turn it up like this quick
Mira, mira man don't sleep, i got tha, i got tha, i got tha woofers in my jeep
Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
You know that america don't wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum jungle music go back to africa
Nigga i'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
I'll be damned if i listen, so cops save your breath and
Write another ticket if ya have any left and
I'm breakin ear drums while i'm breakin the law
I'm disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut
Cause once ya drive away, yo i'm gonna go nut
And turn it up to where it was before nice try
But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye
I wonder if i blasted a little elvis presley
Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me
I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin
Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
But you know my name so you never hear no elvis
Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep
Chorus
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