fuck it, I'll do it, Manifesto lyrics

[brock]

9th Chamber part 2

Deck / Angry Deck

The real hip hop is over here x3

Blue and white / yankee fit-
HG / they the shit
A-list / the basics
the basement / the greatest hits
prototype / sho' ya right
high roller type / fly overnight phenom
recon / soldier type
In the streets / been a beast
industry / entity
the remedy / my chemistry
is synergy / it's meant to be
INS / Max Payne
pump through / the track vein
Make a move / act strange
fold 'em like / back pain
Black bang / break em down
guns don't / make a sound
thirty eight / gauge appear
everybody / gangsta now
I'ma ride / I don't hide
get mine / bottom line
Big time / papa shine
stop mine / you out your mind
B twelves / homey dubs
females / show me love
Stunting son? / Know he was
blunted son? / Know he buzzed
Quarter G / fresh kicks,
quarter P / fresh piff
Corner don / what I'm on
always be / that next shit

[chorus]

(Nas sample *Inspectah Deck*)

Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep
Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best
*Honor the vets, still causing a threat
Knocking heads, no problem to Deck*
Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep
Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best
*I'm INS, brave heart in my chest
I don't follow, I don't mob with the rest*

Killa Bee / Part 3
RP / Trilogy
Heartbeat / feeling me
Pa be / still a G
Mosh pit / mob shit
bomb like / Saddam hit
Armed with / the hottest shit
Human Torch / arsonist
Burn baby / burn it down
two step / turn around
Ooh Deck / hurt 'em now
Park Hill / murder town
Stat boy that boy's /
lord on the track boy, you roy on your back, boy, you 'nnoyed off the fact, boy
Franken-rhyme / monster mash
napalm / bomb the mass
Blaze a line / bong of hash
stay calm / start to spaz
Hit 'em hard / hit 'em up
heads nod / listen up
Split a dutch / bitch what
this is us / get in touch
Concrete / jungle-list
stomp beats / thunderous
From on the streets / busting clips
to palm trees / loving it
Your highness / survivalist
wireless / pirate
My shit / ride for this
the cure for this / virus

[chorus]

[brock]

Really Real

[intro]

(Carlton Fisk)

Hey yo, go against Housegang and handle the wall
In the streets we ain't askin' who you handlin' for
weigh my hand have y'all faggot niggas huggin' the floor
Scarface shower scene angel blood and a chainsaw
shells hit ya car tear ya frame off
Beef got ya covered like ya faggot niggas wide as a steak sauce
What you think I bought all these lines of H for?
Shotgun pellets have me dumpin ya face boy
Baby it's jungle I got animal taste for
Real estate, cars, plus keepin' my safe full
Live banger Donnie cash catchin' a caseful
Duck tape ya face then empty ya safe all
Soldiers got more than eight balls
You just a running back play the front line with hand offs
Carlton Fisk ready for the standoff
Fi' hundred grand's half a man watch me ?get that man off?

(Fes Taylor)

Yeah real shit we tryin' get a meal quick
Son try block shots right after the steel click
click go and getcha clique, crew, squad, bring 'em through
I'm so soulful flow like a singer do
some bitches love me, I live like a swinger too
Niggas scared to play in the game, I brought some ringers through
Go ahead say my name the type to look for drama
I snatch your chain, test out your body armor
My reputation like Jeffery Dahmer I eat niggas
You runnin' wit' rappers I get money with street niggas
I put fire to leech niggas,
gasoline homey with cheap liquor, Burn unit see the picture *fire*
See a Sai S-I chief in Thai
Rest in peace LI, Cut 'em like a pizza pie
I need paper, cop cars I don't even drive
I am not a rapper nah I don't even rhyme *nah*
speak true life stories in song format
So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats *yup yup*
Taylor put in work, no W-2's
so I don't file taxes I just hustle my way through

[chorus]

(Inspectah Deck)

Born with the struggle used to hustle for crumbs
fillin' blunts in the building front thuggin' for ones
full clips fly nicks dimes something to pump
whole clique's fly whips dimes nuthin' to son
city boy on the corner I was so involved
So the drama I embraced it with open arms
tryin' to shake the pain hopin' I could break the chains
every day the same who am I to make a change?
Will my niggas risk it all just to play the game
and the youngers goin' through it tryin' to play the same
through the rain through the fire handcuffed by desire
Cynthia's son forgive me for the sins that I've done

[chorus]

Stop the real really, you only feel me
if you walk the same road, talk the same code
still dwellin' in the hell and find the time to make a home
The few who escape are tryin'find a safer zone
I ain't waitin' for Obama ,never doubted him, I'm proud of him
He real, He'll spend a couple million in the housin' 'en
Seein' is believin', my vision is blurred
Cuz I ain't seen nothin' I heard Really nuttin' but words
The bottom line I'm still stuck to the curb
Sky high but it wasn't for Sherm, Really nuttin' but herbs
I risk it all for the cause, even if it's war with the law I won't pause
I can't won't don't stop, I ain't got a off switch
Dyin' tryin' to live it just to get a small part of it
My squad is sick, type that you don't want problems with
Rollin' like seventy Mack trucks, What's stoppin' it?

[chorus]

[Outro]

[brock]

Serious Rappin'

(Termanology)

It's the aura
Don't break or take orders
I drink holy water they follow me like the Torah
Gettin' tore up four months out in Europe
Deck told me term Yorva don't curl up
We makin' chedda' out dis smokin on some leather couches
Stretchin' out's has been about this, break baking coke mountains
From LA town to Staten to Boston to Manhattan, this is what you call serious rappin'
The serial scratchin' murder material is a ratchet fearin' the blackness
seek a soul drift in when you passin'
I gotta be a thug angel smokin' angel dust
who can I trust I'ma bust til my stainless rust
The devil harm me til my pillow soakin' wet and steamin'
I see the demons are creepin' in my biblical teachin'
So Just remember if my next to split, catch a clip
catch a ditch, that I wrecked this shit with Inspectah Deck

[sample scratches]

(Inspectah Deck)

Cold blooded like Rick in his prime
You can see me prime time at the top spot sittin' with Shyne
I leave em' froze like they sniffin' a line
While they bitchin' an' cryin' you find me always in position to climb
I swing like Serena hard as Medina
street could be the beast-a keep mamacitas muy bonita
I breathe ether 1-0-3 fever
spread through recievers and effect the true believers
Murda raps spray at ya dome *The killa's still lurkin'*
Kill the lights, hang up the phone
He a gangsta, claimin he bold
real loud with the crowd, but I doubt you can bang on your own
I earned my stripes, I burn fo' life
I turned your wife, I turned to strife, you heard me right
I learn to fight, I work the night, I splurge the price
I swerve on vice, My word I'm nice

[sample scratches]

(Planet Asia)

Seen it all scenery post war poison takes space so
Meanwhile Casino we was gamblin'
Bowtie cigar sit drench
Cake splash and that's my alibi
the outfit's flavor so taste fashion
Handmade hankerchiefs bottles poppin' but I don't drink
fuck it since we celebratin' I'ma take a sip
blacked down couple of killas who never backed down
trapper clapper max splash burgandy backgrounds
extension of tradition that's passed down
murderous math watch me duffle bag a couple of stacks now
At the bottom with mean face, Bottlin' anger
'Til I got walkin' out of that dream state
Reality is a must, my durag dynasty is the gold rush
Gold chain military is the soldiers Low and behold us
The poisonous ring promoters of the cobra
planet Asia medallions the fuckin Shogun

[brock]

Do What You Gotta

I ride til I'm through with the case, through the days
used to waste, niggaz talk til they blue in the face
been struggin' is nothin' to me, come and see
I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three
When I'm gone better twenty one gun it
Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it
broke nights comin' with dumbest
sportin' a four four I bought off a fiend for seven hundred
New faces screw facin' niggas from a distance
One time wait to take a nigga through the system
I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam
I'm still home a million miles away
and I grind so my seeds can eat
sometimes I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep
and if I should die before I wake, then before my wake
hit my wifey off with all my cake
Til then, I'ma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch
walkin on the wild side, just to get a rush
Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us
Everyone I know is god earth king crip or blood
little nigga listen up
I know you lovin' the life and livin' it fly so how you can't get enough
Son said who gives a fuck
They see I'm makin' my bread escapin' the Feds so why should I give it up?

[chorus]

Ain't nuttin' left to do but
hold myself down in these streets and
if I feel like niggas test me
I'ma reach out for my piece and
I don't run from confrontation
I myself I keep it true
When it comes to gettin' paper
I'ma do what I gotta do

seen million dolla niggas fall flat on they face
best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on ya ace?
scramblers chase, the blood money, hammers on wait
just to trick it on a chick with the candles and lace
believe it it's real, we all out fiendin' for mil's
fools shot up on the block, left him bleedin' and still
nothing worse than power in the hands of fools
they play the game but they don't understand the rules
yo, you should understand the jewels
I got my life on the line There's a fifty fifty chance to lose
Hey yo my due, is bigger than me,
but as the story go, Why buy the cow when you get it for free
To make a living, it's either death or state prison
Deck jus' ain't quittin', either rep or stay hidden
Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home
Al Capone cats swallow the chrome
You get blown back outta ya zone like pow to the dome
so watch ya mouth get mono ya tone
Son I ate wit' the greatest, stayed with the latest
I for I boss ain't wit' the favors
I lay where they murk all day where broad day I say
flames will disperse y'all way, Y'all play
Deep inside the game wise guys die fo they name
While the organized minds stay quietly paid

[chorus]

[brock]

Crazy

[chorus x2]

[chipmunk'd sample]

I know it's crazy
I know it's crazy but you never turn away

It's foul it street, criminal in the street
little child runnin' wild, struck down in street
I'm strapped for the brawl story of the hood
it was written you can read it in the graph on the walls
As long as cash is involved they blast for the cause
and you better break bread or you askin' for war
tryna' to come out da hood, pray for him, Cuz he would
put the gun down if he somehow could
Baby being born, teenage mother
Fly baby boy found laying in a dumpster?
She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness
Because it's just tears her soul
And the world so cold, world so bold
Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl grow old
Hold my head cuz I could be the nigga in the news
Stressed cuz I need these figures for this food

I want a better life for my children, I'm buildin'
I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him
I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact
That the next pres, gonna be a woman or a black
I"m sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor
And I bet many more won't make it through the storm
But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships
Labeled me, low class, treated like I'm garbage
Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash
My life tryna' see it if I can
Cuz to me it's all I have, no I wouldn't trade it
I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it
It's why I'm bigger on the grind
I'm so close to the edge, cuz I live on the line, and
Mankind's heading for the worst
We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first

My man just lost his job
And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob
He was good til he caught the charge
Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage
Man, it's hard and a ways to go
You can't run from it, cuz there's no place to go
And there's no face you know
And there's no cake to blow, and there's no space to grow

[brock]

Gotta Bang

[Intro]

Yo man, like you see all of them creeps over there man?
And you know they ain't cool cuz you know they gonna want some static

(Kurupt)

I just might slap ya bitch and strip her clothes
For fun, and pull out guns like Axl Rose
Undermine me, and see your future dissipated
Right in front of yo eyes, ain't no surprise
Cuz I leave you fucked up, laid out, dilated
Pupils, everybody you with, all pupils
Poodles, we pit bulls, quiet as cougars
Maneuvers, silent, violent shooters
Get involved in this tangle, try me mayne
And I'ma hit you so many times I'll be damed
If your homies don't feel it, yo mama too
I kno about your block and where we bring the drama to
I'm more than set, I'm set and more
And I said it before with the choppers, I'm war
Thug illegal for it best to start a poppin them thangs
Before you say another word, tryin to talk and explain

[Chorus]

(Inspectah Deck)

Niggas wanna shout my name, best believe we got to bang
Squeeze off, pop them thangs, yes indeed we pop them thangs
I walk my talk, I'm a boss, I leave you out your frame
Haters wanna block my game, don't twist it, it's not no game

(Inspectah Deck)

Yo, I'm still on top of the game,
and the thrill's still hotter than flame
What I spill cause drama to brains,
and I bill drop bomb on ya lanes
Killa Hill, still honor the name,
the drill's still more of the same
More portion to gain,
I'm rock bottom, no problem to bang
Beyond locks, son got em in chains
He knock on them chains,
he on the block where they're poppin them thangs
Six figure wide ride, broads be flier than dimes
She like the iron, she be right be my side
Reason why she be liver than guys
Niggas plot your demise
Shake your hand, look you right in your eyes
I only fuck with heads I can trust
The usual suspects, the next up, Deck and Kurupt
Get your neck cut messin with us,
the weapons'll bust Your best bet, just step to the cut

[Chorus]

(Billy Danze)

Yo, why would I change my persona, nigga,
if it helped me to grow? Helped me to glow,
helped me to help you niggas know
Helped me to show you niggas
I'm the same OG From when the Wu came through like
*SUUUUUUUU* in the streets
When Tha Dogg Pound drops sounds that you couldn't believe
I'm on the grounds, lead spray painting M.O.P.
*What now?* We ghetto mosh pit in this bitch
Nigga I don't gang bang, but I'll bang a gang you you mothafuckas
I'm tryin to tell you why I'm legit
Nigga I will bang bang until I break a spring in the mothafucka
I'm with it all day, I get love from Brownsville
From Stapleton to Crenshaw to Long Way
So nigga ya'll play and you'll get tossed around
Cuz I'm focused now and I'm with the bosses now, put your parkas down
And if a faggot bitch get one in his abdomen, you know I'm back around

[Chorus]

[Outro movie sample]

And they jumped me, you understand?
I didn't see any niggas, they all crawled up on me
You understand? Fuck it, You're just disgrace
Cuz I don't wanna get stabbed in my back or nothin'
All niggas get stabbed or shot in my back
But dig this, I want em got, I want em layed out

[brock]

The Bad Apple

[Chorus x2]

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
It's Staten, It's Staten, It's Staten, It's Staten

(Inspectah Deck)

I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty
Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me
Watch your back 'fore they lace your syzurp with a mickey
Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky
Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements
The young guns put pressure on the made men
The fiends, they'll cap you for your package
The mass act savage, little sis selling her ass and tits
Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya
The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular
Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime
Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons
And little man wanna be just like me
The saddest thing, he just might be
We're the livest, Christiopher Walken, King of New York, and
Resort to talking when the heater's on him, grieving on him

[Chorus x2]

(Inspectah Deck)

Ol' blue eyes said, you make it here, you make it anywhere
Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to
Watch the young Gotti's, they'll off you
It's like the mafia plot
The fishermen they find more bodies then cops
But the shots don't stop tryna' get it get it
Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it
Big city lights, whips, chicks and ice
You live it, you victim to them sick gritty types
Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips
Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it
If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound
Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home
So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone
In these mean streets you all alone

[Chorus x2]

[Come Honor Face]

I gotta say that even though this thread is kinda disturbing, I do really appreciate your effort Rock. Thanks for the lyrics. Are you on house arrest or something?

[brock]

Brothaz Respect


[sample from Juice]

Yup, you got the juice now, man

[Intro]

Niggas respect mine (brothers respect mine, brothers respect mine)
Respect mine (brothers respect mine)

(Cappadonna)

Yo, I be, out here, in these streets
While you be, in the bed, under the sheets
I grind hard, regardless, I'm gon' eat
I don't care how many niggas you roll with or how deep
Cuz I say one word, now you fast asleep
I rebuke rappers, that spread poison
I come in the meek form, speak words that make porn
You in my brainstorm, I sting men that do the innocent wrong
Your sentiment's gone, you imagining vain things
Neglecting me, but I reign king, savage-y and wankstas
Is not a part of my mainstream, they plain jeans
I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine
Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines
Come with a sharp sword,
I'm justified by all means, back up from my altar
Falsehood niggas become falser
I came back, and stepped out of the saucer
Respect mines, make me an offer
Or face the 36 Chambers of Torture

(Inspectah Deck)

The General, Rebel the great,
I'm on money like the president face
Next felony's a federal case
New blood, you can never relate
True blood, you can never debate, nada nueve tres
I spit like a deagle with the speed low
Hustle hard, gamble on the game like Pete Rose
Respect mine, steppin' with the G code
Make a nigga move like cops through the peephole
Manny Festo, light it like a techno club
Outsider, don't expect no love
Rolling like a west coast thug til the wheels fall off
And I be damned if you step on cuz
Brohters respect vets, son is a vet
Henny rap, feel it up on your chest
Green eyes try and smuggle my rep,
so upset but you love it to death
Get it in, shit's nothing to Deck, he set

(Fes Taylor)

For respect, I empty shots out of this tech
Catch homey at the light, drag him out of his Lex'
On the edge like Q on the ledge, you got the Juice now
I took a pledge to the streets, since it was goosed down
Police move foul, I can move the crowd
Freestyle or bang bang, any rapper shoot him down
Pull the Ruger out, from the Hill to the Harbor
Bloomingdale Road, Goon-berg, stupid clout
Old school money, get it from my grandad
So I use a nigga face like I'm punchin' sandbags
Ran fast when the van passed
My pants sag, scuffs on my Air Max, blood on my man's rag
Got the homey loc'ing, I'm still Wolfpacking
Looking like Kobe open, just pass it
Two four, numbers I rep
So my hunger for this bread probably hustle to death, yeah

[brock]

I gotta say that even though this thread is kinda disturbing, I do really appreciate your effort Rock. Thanks for the lyrics. Are you on house arrest or something?

Just rep me and shut the fuck up, my ankle bracelet itches.

[brock]

5 Star G

[chorus]

Whatchu sippin' ma Whatcha smokin' huh?
Henny Louis and Don *meet me at the bar*
fruit colors a charm *got it by the jar*
chea we five stars over here

Camo on the Yankee sign on the daily grind
New York state of mind rugged but my lady fine
Fly face waist 8 or 9 rockin' all the latest designs
Steppin like, y'all don't waste my time
On that Mary J lookin' for some real love
Say you both got somebody knowin' you gon' still fuck plus
dude smother you, don't he make you feel cuffed
why he suprised when he real how she feel, cuz really though
Daddy king size with a mean stride
You ain't seen live, you fuckin' with these guys
she fly on the jean size
sex is a weapon there's a P five seven in her Levis
What you sippin' ma, how you doin' huh?
The way you shine girl you lookin like a shootin' star
She by the bathroom scoped on a soldier heart
I pull strings, no guitar

[chorus]

[part 2]

Whatchu sippin' ma Whatcha smokin' huh?
Nuveau Rose'bottles poppin' off
Poppin off all night with some model broads
chea we five stars over here

nuttin but cases out shuttin' tables down
Pay per view style million dollar faces house
Hatin' ain't allowed so played out
fuck what they say about INI what they sayin' now
I'm a general, you ain't earned a stripe yet
I'm the type to cop and go, y'all the type to price check
Different color cards in my wallet I ain't swipe yet
Man I got a rack of broads I don't even like yet
Yea, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you boy
I got the money and the girl and the cool toys
I'm confident and too poised, ladies call it ooh boy
ecstasy, not the pill, true joy
shorty got a thing for me
she be like INS you can be that king for me
Feel what I feel hit the bar, have a drink wit' me
You say that's ya girl, well she say she only think of me
link with me

[chorus extended]

[brock]

Sorry I forgot

The Neverending Story

[Intro]

Look in my eyes Ohhhhh OoOOh yeaah



This is the greatest story never told
The life and times seventh episode
based on a dad that I've never known
Mama raised me to hold my own
But I went against the grain
the tracks of her tears show da pain
trapped and caged with the shackles and chains
I lost my grip tryna handle the game
through the fire didn't happen to change
you can try and kick it wit' 'em I ain't listen
I was trapped in my ways
Young and dumb, buzzin' off dat one five one proof
back shot wit' shorty on the project roof wow
Look at 'em now came along ways from the hallways
coppin' on four four and Broadway
I was sixteen workin' da triple beem.
Catch a vic-, jack a whip, anything get this CREAM
The fiends had em fallin' in love
Then the fiend became me, I needed more of the drug

[chorus]

If you look in my eyes see what I see
Take a look at my life, you'll see why I'm me
Every day on the grind, I'm feedin' my seeds
Try to seek out advice, that's where you'll find me

I heard the homeys say this can't be life
This can't be us, he can't be right
Or maybe it's true, or maybe it's you
I say it's the devil and all the things that he persuade me to do
I'm holdin' back just from makin' the news
Chasin' haze wit the booze
doin' the tango while he playin' the blues
Loose cannon, attracted to the neon
Little RC steppin up wit' his "G" on, he on
I learned from the corner dons
The cops, the cons, the sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns
I was quick to get involved, addicted to it all
got my G-E-D behind the prison walls
I risked death just to rep where I'm from
I got slapped in the head with the gun
Second to none, reflection what my kids have become
Cynthia's son, forgive me for my sins that I've done

[chorus]

Sleepless nights
Vampire feastin' on the darkness, how could I see the light?
Grownups tryin to lead him right
still catchin felonies, they tellin' me, everything'll be alright
I'm like, I ain't tryna play the fool, I just wanna plate of food
Pay my dues, hustlin' to make it through
I'm same as you
But I'm considered lucky cuz my buddy's in the grave, shoulda made it too
The stress and the pain, my lifestyle destined to change
Lord bless him for the rest of his days
May he be everything that he say
Give him strength to be a leader or to lead him astray the sheep or the prey
Mama used to say, believe to this day,
situations force people to change, I'm so deep in game
and I will never be the same
Devil be the blame, that's the reason I sing

[chorus]