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[Mic Geronimo]: Yeah.... Introducing the suspects DMX, Ja Rule LOX, Hussin' Mic Geronimo (my niggas) [DMX]: What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the fuck up Driveby money talkin' shit yo back the truck up Ya'll niggas don't respect me but you fear me And fear is better than respect, ya'll niggas hear me? If I smack the shit outta this nigga His man over here be like "yo, what? nigga what?" But his man is like "psych yo" Take it from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like D-M to the X I can bring it from up here, to enough is enough Down to, "aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" I play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggas is couraged, I get wild So don't make me me angry, you wouldn't like when I'm angry I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me (What?) Catch me when I'm sleepin', with one eye closed One guy chose the dogs, left one got froze, filled with holes [Ja Rule]: Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' they touch this here It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah Which Bentley's? Ice drippin' off the jewels, daily Ja the one, what? ya'll don't hear me, nigga Ya'll remember me, C-M-C, 95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me? Hos try to console me, rec's exec's wanna own me Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja, hit 'em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertantly shittin' on the Top 20 Ya'll niggas kill me, talkin' like ya'll can't be touched See by the time ya'll realized, I be done touched you up you Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what? Think again if you though I gave a fuck [The LOX]: Yo, yo, yo It's pitiful everything's politcal But I got more rounds now, so all ya'll can get a few You know the shit that we be on, the three on "Must Be the Money" like Dion, now she see on Playa you hot shit, I'd rather pop shells Twist L's, blow chap with the rap cartell, nigga One nation on the gun, LOX style I bring it to your mother, the price To get ice if you fuck with my brotha You know we're in New York, fuck the undercovers Uh huh, yeah, it's family affair, you find it rare My niggas stick together, and none of us care We ain't got time for cages, doin' ages Thinkin' of my crew, holdin' my two razors Lock in there, Lockin' out, I play the block Poppin' up, poppin' out, I pop the shot I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns Honeys sellin' crack, with this pack on your son It ain't my fault I wanna a vault full of money The shit is that real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer If it ain't a bullet, then I'm a die from cancer Puff out til my lungs is gone, and nigga it's a war Til the guns is gone Yo, true miati shown me, the Hell's another level I'm blessed my law, possessed by the devil Born in this crime, I've been sworn to do It's Slang you fake thugs, it's my form into I'm a bleed to five til my dyin' day Sprayin' the AK til this world decay If the Feds wanna stay, you gon' make 'em pay Cursin' they whole life, til they old and gray In the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit Will they murder me in Hell, crucify my lyrics? Only time and if it tells, and I know that you feel it All my niggas in the cell, yo I'm with you in spirit Nothin' nice 'bout a nigga when he doin' his bids Comin' home to the next man, raisin' your kids To my thugs in the Bridge, hold ya heads Cause niggas is gon' feel it til they cold and dead [Mic Geronimo]: Hmm...yeah, yeah, now Runnin' with five niggas, criminal diguised niggas The live niggas, pull a Mac what? surprise niggas Holdin' my mics stilletto like, invitin' these water head brothers To get splashed back and take it light Slidin' back when I was 16, Romelo my brother Told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow Seein' how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin' black DeNiro The boss of this, gettin' tossed to Crys' The barber shit, we ballin' flawlessly Forever ya'll brothers tried but never to touch me The God, heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form Here I am, if it's on then it's on If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me? Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect niggas....yeah What ya'll thought I was gone? Never that, Vendetta Ya'll see