Archive for the ‘C’ Category

(Feat. Slick Rick)

[Intro]:
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
Keep runnin’ homie
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
They on the trail
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
Keep runnin’ homie
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
They on the trail

[Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you’ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It’s murda, murda, murda
Ah it’s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it’s murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it’s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 1]:
Officer I didn’t do it, you can’t blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain’t a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply
(You’ve obviously been watching too much CSI
I’m not a crash dummy so don’t even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?)
Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn’t empty, it was obviously one
(If you think I’m believing that one, your obviously dumb)
Huh? (I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin
A+nd you shouldn’t be whining about abidin+
By the law, nah it’s obvious your lying)

Chamillionaire [Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you’ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It’s murda, murda, murda
Ah it’s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it’s murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it’s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 2]:
(Stop lying to me boy, it’d be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the ??? while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who’s wearing the sky blue?

Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru
Confiscated the CD’s at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs
I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong?) Hell yeah, I don’t know who that is
I don’t know no Pimp C, all I know is I’m rich
And I’ma bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man (You ain’t getting out of here, you must think that your slick
In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse
Diary that you had and all your Blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this)

[Chorus 2]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you’ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It’s murda (It’s a bloody murder)
Ah it’s murda (It’s a bloody murder)
Yeah it’s murda (It’s a bloody murder)
Somebody tell ‘em it’s murda
+Murder was the case and they blamed me+

[Verse 3]:

(And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You’ll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him
[A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, Why you got that eyepatch on for?
Funny (Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April 21st son?]
Home [?Son, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you
Chamillionaire, Rob, Chuck,? Couple cats on Melview]
What? [We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?]
+Well he’s dark, Kinda looked like him, I’m not sure+
?Fail into nail? cause a cell ?it’s another?
Leave, I see an unmarked tail ?in the glover?
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
I sell in court now they all apologetic

[Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you’ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It’s murda, murda, murda
Ah it’s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it’s murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it’s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

Featuring Carl Thomas

[Cormega]
Yo yo
What what
Wanna bounce?
Come on come on
What what
Bounce bounce
Check it out y’all

Yo you see the Benz I’m in with BBS rims
Playing Lil’ Kim’s part off The Benjamins
I ain’t a player I just wear Tims
No need for gators my feet can’t swim
I’m in Reno Nevada sippin’ a pena colada
How many niggas can see Montanna?
This movie’s killin’ and budgin’
Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas ain’t nuttin’
It’s funny how niggas get paid for frontin’
Glorifying crimes, and they ain’t done ‘em
My rhymes’ll split ‘em like pimpin’, Dom P sippin’
I’m not a baller, haven’t even lived it
Women callin’, since my days in the crib crawlin’
I plan to live enormous
I live nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can trust
Not that she gon’ wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me
I say this politely, tell it to a friend
Hard from the start, get money to the end
What up with Cormega? Did you see him?
Leanin’ in the BM with the rim’s gleamin’

[Chorus - Carl Thomas]
Mega gonna hold his own
He always knew he could do it alone
And when he rhymes
Everybody’s gonna know

[Cormega]
Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks
And any rappin’ nigga that thinks he’s as nice as this
See me chillin’ in clubs with women and thugs

Whoever wanna test this, we fill ‘em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin’, rhymes usually sickenin’
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I bust ‘em, niggas, don’t trust ‘em
Snitches, don’t want ‘em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin’ mo’ by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right, techs spit nice
I know where you read my man was jessying your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill
That I possess niggas, for real
I’m the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal
Due to magazines, there’s no equal
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin’ your people
We through seein’ time, you’re see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers
Roll wit’ overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly features?
Lookin’ so right my man is dying to meet ya
I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers
But I’m a keep it real, I ain’t cheap
Check it out

[Chorus]

[Cormega]
Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys
Walk around me tryin’ to play stuck-up
See me in a ride and wanna say “what’s up?”
I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass “tough luck”
I don’t start beef, I finish it
My enemies hearts diminishin’
Before a rapper had dough, you didn’t
You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you jealous of Jigga
You like a breast implant, fake on the inside
You nice, let’s battle for dough Mr. Big-Time
On Hot 97, or live at Envy’s
I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g’s
Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team
And I’m a show you who the illest
‘Cause everybody know who the realest
Now feel it

[Chorus]

[Featuring Professor X]
Let me ask this question real quick umm as far as the Smif N Wessun
And the name change and everything like that; now how did that come
About? How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like
That?
That was jealousy man. That’s all that is man. (Jealousy man)
Jealousy and ignorance man.
Yeah
Niggaz got me stressed man
Oh just burn a spliff don’t worry about that
[Professor X]
In my pink Cadi, I have a ?????
Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the ‘hood
I make ‘em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who’s pimpin’
Yo, who’s pimpin’
I woke up in the morning, what did I see
Unknown faces starin’ down at me
First off with the flee
As fear overpowered me
Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can’t breathe
Niggaz askin’ me who’s Smif and who’s Wessun
We got you now we’re lookin’ for your partner ’cause you’re messin’
With the incomin’ currency
And frankly we don’t give a fuck about your privacy
We been watchin’ you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin’ out
But I doubt you had ‘em lookin’ out
‘Cause we can pick ‘em out
Now we got ‘em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin’ ’round tryin’ to change things
Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
Mention
Well, tell them that we no ‘fraid
We don’t have a big gate
From every corner, angle, and section
??????????????????not quite far
I see ‘99 in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk

I got suppenoed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin’
Said I couldn’t move the way that I was movin’
And I couldn’t do the things that I was doin’
Causin’ mass confusion with the name that we was usin’
Said they gun sales was conflictin’ with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain’t that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin’ Mr. Ripper’s in Your Area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I’m nearin you
I’m hearin’ ya
Askin’ yo seed, who was me
At the same time you break my classic CD
Run it to the phone callin’ up ?????
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin’ that stuff
I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush
I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin’
Somethin’ about we was causin’ confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin’
Had our associates nervous
Soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin’ real shady tryin’ to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break somethin’
I’m chillin’ and stayed pumpin’
Say somethin’
I tell you why the frame won’t even think nothin’
Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swear
We gonna send ‘em all to hell (X2)
[Professor X]
So you’re hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where’s your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin’ at your door
Your revolver took down many of ’90’s lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa