written and arranged by Spatcho B, Rah Dee and Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
Chorus:x1
featuring (Spatcho B)
Some boys are impersonators ah play what we play
Talk what we talk and ah say what we say
They better leave us alone find a style of their own
They're nothing but followers in their own blood they're gonna drown.
Verse1:
featuring (Rah Dee)
I specialize in ripping mindstates for those who didn't know
Hit you with the verbal blow testing lyrical flows
Till i feel free ripping viciously real deal philosophy
Son who wanna test me
Your inability to plot trying to blow up my spot
Oh yeah you mad now bow down steady watch you fall down
I'm doing you a favor remember who created the styles I devour
Peeping my bravado
If you can't stand criticsm nigga you'll never grow
Hit you with the hypnotize and your realizing my ill flows
The wrong crew is what you chose got you in a hold
Simply locked down by gunpoint two type angular
Bet I'm really changing ya watch me mangle ya
Flip the script on ya crew what'cha gon do
when I come and look for you
You better use the rules it ain't gon be no
peace til your ill rhymes cease.
Chorus:x2
Verse2:
featuring (Spatcho B)
Millenium reload my gun cause i'm a big bad man
Old pioneer in the biz some little wanna -be-thugs
Who want to live the way we live but when
they're talking just let them talk
Cause if them Dis' we blast their face
Like the night rider in our viper well
equipped with all these guns
Don't you say another word cause this is
death before dishonor Don't you run don't you hide
Cause i'm coming at you i'm like the city of angels in constant danger
Blasting up your face like the world trade center
cause we're to hot to hold we're not afraid of no one
And if they come in a group we'll shoot up the whole gang
In our lincoln navigators we have a mission in hand
We have our gun's in our laps and our fingers on the triggers
They dis us and we laugh but we're old old "Ragga-Ragga"
They never knew that we were bad men from southa
They never knew our style now they get us "Ragga-Ragga"
Cause man we're bad man.
Chorus:x2
Verse3:
(Millenium)
I'm trying to keep calm but this heat up in my palm
Make me wanna bomb and do your physical critical harm
You've been warned on more than one occasion
once at the nightclub then at the days inn
Fuck the talking I'm blazin
More ways in that ass than Damon I ain't vexed yet
I'm serious best believe this red dot ain't a death threat
You ain't worth the ground I walk on this chromeplated
glock that i cock on the steel microphone i talk on
No more pardons you done got me mad now
Fuck the beef nigga I'm the plague not the mad cow
Oh yeah you bad now run around acting like me
And got a whole lot of niggas think you packing like me
It's millennium the one and only let's get it straight
And i'm gon run this shit fron nine eight until my spine break
Words to any competition who think they can fade me
Buy a cheap casket cause in the end your label pays me.......Muthafucka.
Chorus:x2
Some boys are impersonators ah play what we play
Talk what we talk and ah say what we say
They better leave us alone find a style of their own
They're nothing but followers in their own blood they're gonna drown.
Verse1:
featuring (Rah Dee)
I specialize in ripping mindstates for those who didn't know
Hit you with the verbal blow testing lyrical flows
Till i feel free ripping viciously real deal philosophy
Son who wanna test me
Your inability to plot trying to blow up my spot
Oh yeah you mad now bow down steady watch you fall down
I'm doing you a favor remember who created the styles I devour
Peeping my bravado
If you can't stand criticsm nigga you'll never grow
Hit you with the hypnotize and your realizing my ill flows
The wrong crew is what you chose got you in a hold
Simply locked down by gunpoint two type angular
Bet I'm really changing ya watch me mangle ya
Flip the script on ya crew what'cha gon do
when I come and look for you
You better use the rules it ain't gon be no
peace til your ill rhymes cease.
Chorus:x2
Verse2:
featuring (Spatcho B)
Millenium reload my gun cause i'm a big bad man
Old pioneer in the biz some little wanna -be-thugs
Who want to live the way we live but when
they're talking just let them talk
Cause if them Dis' we blast their face
Like the night rider in our viper well
equipped with all these guns
Don't you say another word cause this is
death before dishonor Don't you run don't you hide
Cause i'm coming at you i'm like the city of angels in constant danger
Blasting up your face like the world trade center
cause we're to hot to hold we're not afraid of no one
And if they come in a group we'll shoot up the whole gang
In our lincoln navigators we have a mission in hand
We have our gun's in our laps and our fingers on the triggers
They dis us and we laugh but we're old old "Ragga-Ragga"
They never knew that we were bad men from southa
They never knew our style now they get us "Ragga-Ragga"
Cause man we're bad man.
Chorus:x2
Verse3:
(Millenium)
I'm trying to keep calm but this heat up in my palm
Make me wanna bomb and do your physical critical harm
You've been warned on more than one occasion
once at the nightclub then at the days inn
Fuck the talking I'm blazin
More ways in that ass than Damon I ain't vexed yet
I'm serious best believe this red dot ain't a death threat
You ain't worth the ground I walk on this chromeplated
glock that i cock on the steel microphone i talk on
No more pardons you done got me mad now
Fuck the beef nigga I'm the plague not the mad cow
Oh yeah you bad now run around acting like me
And got a whole lot of niggas think you packing like me
It's millennium the one and only let's get it straight
And i'm gon run this shit fron nine eight until my spine break
Words to any competition who think they can fade me
Buy a cheap casket cause in the end your label pays me.......Muthafucka.
Chorus:x2