Millenium: Gunpoint

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
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

Millenium: The Remedy

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x2

If you got a problem this is what you do
Grab that rusty revolver and call your crew
Cause nine times out of ten you got a problem with them
I'm guaranteeing that them fellas got a problem with you.

Verse1:

They was big thugs ran up in the spot with the glock
Requesting big drugs or threatning to buss off with the big slugs
Gave us 30 minutes to come up with the stash
Or the name Millenium would be a thing of the past
About 20 minutes passed and neither one of us spoke
But now i'm sweating cause your father had a fettish for coke
I hoped and prayed but I knew them cat's saw your pop's slip
Seen him trembling and sweating steady rubbing his wrist
So I'm figuring I could be a man or get bicthed
Without a second thought I dipped and grabbed one nigga four fifth
16 in the clip when I was done there was five
1 was gone 3 was dead I'm still standing alive
But when the smoke cleared what I steady feared had proved true
Your father caught four in the chest three of them had went through
The only thing on my mind was blasting that crew
But I found you to let you know just what we got's to do.

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

Now you gon have beef wether you like it or not
Cause not every nigga want you walking round on they block
Keep full clips in the glock in case they get shifty
Is you with me a gun will end some beef real quickly
Magnum 350 case a nigga won tess hollow points in the chamber penetrate through his vest now that's all you need to know no need to tell you the rest just remember if they bring the beef in peace they rest stay on guard with your eyes open ready for war
Cause beef don't got no love be it richer or poor
It's like either or so prepare for the worst
Or it won't be your enemy layed up in that hearst
I know it feel like you cursed trying to end this shit
But they took one of ours we must revenge this shit
Now this could save your life or it could take it away
Just remember I done told you how to make them niggas pay.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

Drop down low and I slip five in the clip
Cock the grip hot as shit kiss the chrome four fifth
Torching shit before somebody figure out they know me
Check the rolle this nigga gonna die slowly
I go boldly strap on my vest puff on the cess
Relieve this stress and finally put this whole ordeal to rest
Let off all five in his chest then tongue kissed
I know his thugs pissed let them see my face so they know I done this
Make sure they know I run this y'al got 24 hours
To get up out this town or get caught in lead showers
I'm dead serious mysterious I be show i.d or I guarantee you be in i.c.
Poison without the ivy nigga try me
Pastor kneeling at your headstone reading R.I.P
The black Jon Gotti got beef bring the shotti
Leave no traces so they can't identify the body.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Wish You Was Here

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Verse1:

We was cruising down the backstreet rocking blackstreet
Talking about all the good things that happened that week
Just acting nonschalant in the black galant
Finished eating pizza in Lisas restaraunt
You used to flaunt all your cash when we cruised the ave
And I told you one day they gon bruise that ass
You just wouldn't listen your position was set
If somebody got some friction then they got's to get wet
So I let it ride until that night in the park
I seen some niggas peeping you in the buick skylark
It was after dark I'm sensing something was wrong
It wasn't long til I realized somethings going on
We jumped in the car it wasn't that far a ride
When we came to a stop sign they pulled up beside
And they was holding straps couldn't believe that this happened
You told them step back and they just started blasting.

Chorus:x2

I wish you was here to share my fame
Lord know's I wish you was here to share my pain
If I had my way son they would have never wet you
I'm letting it flow to let you know we won't forget you.

Verse2:

After you died son your mother blamed it on me
It's plain to see that she never had no love for Milly
There's plenty of hate why won't she show me no love
From up above I know you looking but this life got me shooken
Tooken for granted some abandoned they hope
And turn to dope to ease they pain because they pain got em choked
It ain't bad to be broke but some while they twisted and lifted
See a chance to get paid and can't resist it
Was this their reason I'm not condoning they're behavior
I wish I could've saved ya but now your with our savior
Graver are thoughts that I could've caught a stray one
I say son you'd be here today if you prayed son
Lifes like clay son you mold it to a sculpture
If you lack the tools then your swallowed by the vultures
Many a cultures fall a victim to streets
Eternal piece can be achieved but another must grief.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

Ain't that much that's changed it's still the same in the hood
Some brains is still deranged while the others claiming all good
Most of us still struggle juggling responsibilities
Lacking the the abilities to move from these facilities
Violence is rampid god we killing our own
This our home too many dying too many families crying
I'm trying to figure how I didn't get hit
I was sitting right beside you and I didn't get split
It might have been faith leading you to the gates
Kept me alive so I could be speaking the truth on my tapes
Son I wish you was here cause now I watch my own rear in fear
That my piers will have to shed more tears
For years ones envy jealousy was the key
For the villains probably was the reason for your killing
Like lightning with no rain seen it but couldn't hear it
The wrath of jealousy got me kneeling to your spirit.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: She's Leaving With Me

This is the first single from Millenium on HOA 1998.

Millenium: Street Wars

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
 

Verse1:

I can't believe this shit they stuck us for half a brick
They gotta grip plus unloaded a clip in my man hip
Balled out in the tan whip diplomat plates
So i'm figuring they foreigners and not from the states
Time for payback fuck the layback we on a mission
To knock them niggas out the box and play em out position
So y'all niggas listen to how this gon play out
All out guns we spray out leaving them no way out
They don't know payback's a bicth and they bout to fuck her
These playas bout to get burnt like sexing with no rubber
I'll play the undercover Donnie Brasco routine
While I infultrate the enemy y'all gather a team
Of hookers assasins politicians and thugs
I'll require some flyer fashion and two clips of gold slugs
It's the baby Frank White you damn right this cats immortal
With the hicthcock manual or the semi auto
Machine guns for the weed funds we got's to bleed son's
In any seasons for any reasons we needs none
Meet up with your fleet and let them know bullshit we don't play that
By any means necessary payback.

Chorus:x2

Time for payback touch me and i'll touch you back

If you try to fuck me over i'm gon fuck you back
Playa payback's a bicth and we fighting street wars
If you take one of mines I got's to take ten of yours.

Verse2:

In the sport montero with my techs close to my waist

Poker faced steady lamping like a shorty on base
Iced out like the Farroh mysterious like the tarot
John wu could'nt direct this broken arrow
I'm aiming in one direction forget the stray ones
Cause when I spray guns step back and wacth me lay sons
Call up hector my padre alius don ray
It's bomb day I'm ready to die like kamakazi
Ran up in the spot security feeling they assed out
I let off about 20 slugs before they passed out
But not before I mapped out the vicinity
Seemed like infinity popped in a clip cause my gats out
The cat's out my spot's blown and the plot's known
So i'll give myself about ten to get this shit sown
It's obvious where the stash at the door I smashed that
My half a brick plus another one you know I grabbed that
Now that I have that five minutes left I hear a breath
About two doors down the hallway I glanced to my left
Next thing I see a tech with the infrared scope
And holding it is that diplomat who snatched up my coke
But before he spoke the reflection off of my chain
From his scope put the red dot on his jugular vein
He should've known anything he broke that I would fix
12 in his throat rest in hell payback's a bitch.

Chorus:x2