[Intro: Noreaga]
Uh, yo, yo
Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all
Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all
Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all
Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all
Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all
Thugged out, I ain't got no love for y'all
Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all
Thugged out, I ain't got no love for y'all
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Now these funny n***as is actors, they in movies
Straight characters, lookin' like Winnie the Poohie
Who the only rap cat that really sell crack?
Got guns, shit that push ya forehead back (Yeah)
You fuck my bitch and I'll fuck yours
But yours gave me head, she ain't see my bed
That's why I'll never do a song with you
It's like y'all n***as got a thong on you, what's wrong with you?
And we ain't even gotta have beef
We can drink more liquor and smoke a little leaf
N.O.R. – I'm slick like Nu-Nile grease
Cuba, German Luger with the silencer piece
Queens n***a, copped the whole crib, no lease
Ya see 'Pone in the Benz with the brand new rims
A.M.G. kit, half of y'all n***as is off sick
I suggest don't come to the game, just forfeit
[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]
N***as know better than this, a verteran at pedellin' bricks
Caked up but still hungry, can't settle for shit
Half past eleven and the ghetto is sick
I saw a n***a from the bricks, sell a reverend a nick
And where I'm from, it's infested with magicians and tricks
And you ain't shit unless a n***a whippin' a six
Gettin' 'em sick with many bitches lickin' the dick
Runnin' with n***as and spics who really living this shit
And these young n***as thinkin' they invented this shit
Because they got a few dollars and his pendant is lit
Shit, I hit the club, 10 G's, spend it and split
"N***a, here five thou'" – can't rent him a chick
I ain't rich, but the way we livin' is it
Venomous lips gettin' me chips and gettin' me trips into the shit
Infinite hits, hangin' with Bloods, and spittin' with crips
Dump a clip in the clicque and ended this shit
[Verse 3: Cuban Link]
Yeah, y'all motherfuckers gotta stop frontin'
Before I cock the Glock back and pop somethin'
Not for nothin', y'all rock, but not enough to lock with us, son
I'm hot, bustin' like a shotgun pump, my squad don't front
Y'all pop shit, we pop the trunk, so what ya want, punk?
I stomp gone from the Bronx to Hong Kong
You're lone gone now 'cause y'all got souped up like wonton
I drop bombs and murder beats, burn 'em to the third degree
Y'all heard of me, the first to perform open mic surgery
Verbally ill, words built to purposely kill
Why y'all herbs still kickin' nursery rhymes, I'm worth a mill'
So what the deal, playa? I write the real and the say what I feel
So grab ya steel tec, 'cause even when I play fight, I play for real
I'm from the 'villes where they torch coffins
In front of ya grill like George Foreman
Ain't no talkin' to the law enforcements
We all be flossin' through New York, walkin' in slow motion
Four horsemen style, talk loud and get ya jaw broken
[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
Yo, we walk dead in these streets, stalk with lead in the heat
Guerilla n***as, willing to kill for the bread and the meat
N***as starvin' with their ribs showing, ready to eat
When shit get hot, fuck the cops, it be Feds on the beat
Not the one to give a speech, baby, we let metal speak
Way ahead of the beef, wet him from his head to his feet
In a pool of red, bloodshed, spreadin' from a leak
Another fool dead, mug red, stretched up on the beach
100 thousand get recruited, General saluted, infinite guns
Spit for the ones, shit go down and I'ma flip for my dunns
Cop a load of bricks in the tons and push a big whip in the slums
The quicker they come, the swifter they plunge
Leave 'em to rot on a dark block hollow top fifth in they lung
Or catch an ear to ear rip and get hung
For just a single slip of the tongue
Bust 'em, leave 'em twisted and done
[Verse 5: Billy Danze]
Now let me take you motherfuckers on a wild ride
Which is worldwide, on the wild side, homicide side
A lot of serial killers have died
I'm one of the few with a will to survive
You know this metal fist n***a never choke up
Spit venom in 'em and open 'em up
The game don't stop, n***a! 'Til everybody shot, n***a!
'Til everybody drop, n***a!, I will catch your ass five years later
Right there at ya crib, gettin' on the elevator
Creep up on you like I'm kin to Darth Vader then unload the fader
Keep an extra clip, for that one courageous neighbor
That got visions of being a fucking Power Ranger
BLAOW! Motherfucker, see ya later
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-CLACK
[Verse 6: Lil' Fame]
I bring the beef hardboiled, have y'all shittin' in y'all drawers
I'ma show you motherfuckers the meanin' of Star Wars
Pop somethin' straight through ya – grrrrrraadung BONG – BOOFTA!
I don't give a motherfuck WHO YA
The FUCK y'all think?!?
Get this Cuban Link, M.O.P, G Rap, Lord Tariq, Nore – end of story
Get the fuck off me!
I'll have ya n***as open like you drank 20 gallons of Starbucks coffee
THIS IS from BK to BX, Queens, and I'm Uptown, body shop
Shotty shot, God, he shot SIX–TEEN SLUGS
All inside one hammer, blow yo' ass out like 16 candles (WOOSH!)
Too hard to handle, check this –
Play large and get one lodged inside of your large intestine
Now ask yourself! What the fuck is this?!
M.O.P., M.O.B. – Men Of Business
[Outro: Billy Danze, (Lil Fame)]
(What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) N***A!
(What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) N***A!
(What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) N***A!
(What the fuck what the fuck––) HUH?! Ahh... (Ahh...)
