Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn) - Mash Out Posse

HAHAHAHAHA!

Ha Firing squad nigga!

Raise, motherfuckin Cain!

(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)

Aiyyo.

hahahahaha

Look, I have suffered, severe trauma

Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville

With my llama for real — I was raised up under the dirt

I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it’s) Berk'

Present it, soldier style

And the world’s on my shoulders now

I be fightin for my life on trial.

.

simply because my daughter, has the world’s warmest smile

(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now

Can’t nobody stop me, block me or hold me down

(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker

(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!

(AHHHHHHHHH!) I’m a motherfucker

(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!

We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES

Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain’t nuttin changed Duke

Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)

Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son

Klak klak!

Ah one-two y’all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?

(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that’s the wrong side to be on

(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G.

on

With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on

(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans

You’re the type of fool that I might pee on

Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on

I’m never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon

I keep a gat in the stash, in case it’s gon' be on

Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)

You’re last when I cock back and I dump three on

I put putholes through the door of his black Neon

Please nigga, don’t fuck around and get beat on

Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure

(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won’t believe it

It’s the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)

Hear me though!

YEAH!

(hey hey hey hey)

SALUTE!

Comin from your man Bill

SALUTE!

Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack

WE’RE BACK!

To irritate you niggas (how's that?)

You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)

IN FACT!

Check the pose

Can’t nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL

Round this motherfucker

First Fam (not your average Joe)

Still put it down (like we put it down befo')

No (NAH) no!

Nigga hold weight

Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)

It’s kinda ill yo

We rep the 'Ville so?

Aight!

(Aight!) Holla at me babe bro

It don’t matter to me

I’d rather it be

One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)

That’s how it’ll be

You niggas get no love in here

We stuck in the streets

We’ll keep it undercover here

… c’mon!

C’mon!

Klak klak!

HAHAHAHA, yeah!