Masta Killa
Musketeers of Pig Alley
[Verse 1: 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 genetics, 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, we unlock 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 gangsters, more bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust n***as, don't even touch my drink
Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my n***as 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 motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, n***a
Yeah.. you know how we gets down
Me and this nix-o, we so.. we so tight
Lex Diamond sound, and uh
I bees the High Chief, Jamel Irief
Straight from East Medina
And uh.. yo.. yeah!
Yeah.. huh!
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
Two turntables and the DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin', temperature risin'
Drape a n***a 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'
Swift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, adjust your eyes to the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate
Leave the bake for the snake
If he take, then I take his head without question
In the winter fort team, check the Justice lesson
Now uh!

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Uh!
It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
Yo!

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
I'm from where it's real, n***as peel your orange
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
I, General in the field of marksmen
The Bad Boys with 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 your 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! N***a!)