[OC]
The whole city's under siege when we
come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son,
you just started shavin
Respect ya elders,
stay in a child's play
The monotone flow stayin
even wit the bass
Oh good Lord, we throw it like a javelin toss
Arrogance is the feature that
we added for floss
Come and get headline,
destined to get riches
From either rappin our ass
off or brick shipments
Cover all regions,
makin sure the protty gets spread out
We talk behind the mac
you bust lead out
Wit next prospect,
no particular con cept do we follow
Smooth but yet solid like marble
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body- 7 while
you suckin the D
Spent out in the wedge while
I'm fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I'ma stretch your ass out like
I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man
but you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game
ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross,
yo it's something to see
are- be
, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me
Twenty karats on the wrist
ain't nuttin to me
Do you know good frontin to me,
nigga
[Kid Capri]
Aiyyo Tone,
let's Touch these niggas wit the wand
Then blow up like a bomb
Made moves faster than the autobond
The Kid Capri is a institution,
and all ya'll niggas is pollution
Starin up a whole lot of confusion
It's simple,
let's move out all these corn cats
And disc jock dissin MC's that got
the borin raps
Fuck what ya got,
grimy niggas don't want to hear it
Niggas take it, soon as they near it,
you better fear it
Bronx Bomber,
the pretty- fly girl charmer
The black Italian,
the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now,
I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I'll step back and watch
your whole career just crumble
[AG] Well it's
the cheeba steamer,
brains on trains, won't eat her neither
Benz to the plane,
off the plane to the Beemer
Insane and off the meter,
in the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine,
fuck one- time
Got heavy wit gats to
push your face back
Trash- ass album sound like
you played it on eight- track
Rip you from the roots and under
Triple gooses in the summer
Mean long guns is producin
the thunder
Convertible Hummers, we shit on the glock
Try to put the roof up,
I'll tell Show to piss on the top
Wrist on the watch,
roll wit a click or a glock
Plan on gettin a lot,
from spittin or not
Cool wit niggas that be flippin a lot
Probably got shit on your block
And if you hate,
I'll take it back to '88 (Nigga, get off the top)
It's two- g's, let's get this money,
you wit it or not
But I'll switch topics like my bitch
wit thongs in the tropics
Make hits, straight hits
Perform as long as I got it
Seven- digits wit my name
on the dotted
Remain Dirty and potted,
ya'll know me for the ruckus
G.D. I only can fuck wit
Get the dutch and tell Tony
to Touch it
[Party Artie] Guns, I tote them things
Blunts, I smoke them things
Rhymes, I wrote them things
It's no such thing, as hoes fron- ting
We run train, I do my thug thing
Grab the mic and leave a mud stain
So get Tide wit bleach
when I rhyme wit beats
Niggas do crimes to eat
No pork, I don't talk,
the nines just speak
I'm the kind to creep on
your block wit the heat cocked
Got the street locked,
smackin niggas out they Reeboks
It's Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks
The infrared hit you in the head
from three blocks
Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre
It Ain't My Fault like
Silkk the Shocker say
Ya'll niggas gots to pay,
shots'll spray
From the Bronx to Far Rock away
My whole team,
strapped like Bokeem
Fuck bein in jail,
trapped wit no cream
[Lord Finesse] I be the
don that's known
to have the style sewn
More cheese than calzones, give chicks
the dialtone
Build like brownstones when
we slaughter your plan
Touch al bums,
so hot comes wit a portable fan
Type to starve the mic when I hog the light
Lay my life on the lines
if the odds is right
Gettin the, spot and gleam
while you plot and scheme
To stop the team,
three words nigga: watch and dream
You just mad hater,
'cause we movin wit dough
You don't make sense like wearin
suede shoes in the snow
Finesse frontin? why'all know me,
I don't stress nuttin
Bought your album,
that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes,
we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like
joggin pants wit dress shoes
The prophet,
shit john blaze like the tropics
Type of nigga need a ? just
for my pockets
Don't flex punks,
we sex stunts, collect lumps
You flossin now,
you be pardon by next month
Type of thug, yo I was born to bug
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what
Tony Touch 
