Illicit Activity - The Almighty RSO, 8Ball, MJG

Eightball the Fat Mack came to freak a track with RSO

It’s the illest realest nigga here to freak a funky flow

(Go in nigga) kick the do’in, the show begins

In the middle of the room when the boom infiltrates

In safes and all, stingin niggas mentally with the melody

Committin hip-hop felonies

MC’s fall in the dust when I bust like a canon

Pick em off at random, hand em Animosity from the Mound by the pound or the kilo

I gotta drop it, Rhome pick it up Yo, outta the cut comes that murderous MC straight from Boston

Double-crossin niggas is how I’m livin

I be that brother that gets you open

No jokin, I blow more smoke than a burnin buildin

Dependin on how I’m feelin I go for self

And I’ma pop your shit if I have to On the strenght of herb I straight up blast ya And take your pockets after

Cause I’ma smoke this shit till I die

As long as I stay high I gots no worries

So I keeps my vision blurried

>From herb smoke, the minute I toke

I’m known to go for broke

I be the Microphone Wrecka

(Come) step into my sector

The smoke has penetrated, now I’m illustratin with the groove, see

I can move a crowd, and it takes a crowd to move me Heavyweight, full-grown ballin walnut-packer

Fat-knacker, cheddar-stacker

Tickin like electricty on hay

With the O.J.

In the D.P. flippin Lexi

Tennesse Rockin Shit On with Boston-ass niggas

Clicked it, respected, receivin love from mad niggas

Billboard signs couldn’t define the lines I combine

One time for my folks 8000

Check it My second side of me got beside itself

And decided wealth is what he had to get

And he got me trippin on some bullshit

He’s lookin to stick this nigga

For two birds, and I’ve earned it Got two Tecs under the bed

I’m puttin two inside his head

And I’m outta there, on my feet again

We are never to meet again

Till I’m payin for my sins

Now I’m rockin boardbed rims, '96 Benz

Head’s bobbin as herb fills my shit up Never caught doin pick-up's

I’ma fuck around and move my shit to Tennessee

And hook up with Eightball on some illicity activity

We got

Illicit

Too many muthafuckin

Activity

Surrounded by niggas that show no mercy on a day-to-day

In studio sessions with loaded guns, it be no other way

(Protected by dogs) they call themselves the real Doom

Dirty speakers omen while the smell of blunts fill the whole room

My niggas in the vocal booth been on my team a long time

Me and Tony rip when they rhyme

Don’t try to come bangin with them niggas Eightball and Ray

You fuck around and you’ll be hangin in the hallway

How many flavors can I kick within a compilation

It’s best you come with some real shit, cause the flavor’s taken

I’m breakin your ass up so damn nasty you can taste the real

The surgeon general got me strapped down with a safety seal

So don’t you try to do the shit I do, or try to follow

The ride I took, because the ride I took was hard to swallow

I had to do what I had to do, and I do what I have to The shit that came with bein a man before I could be a rapper

Yeah, it’s the Mack Devil grippin steel

Then we build, cause I’m about to describe in chillin detail

If they start it yo, my fury is methodical

You read the story, not my name in the article

He unloaded, re-loaded (exploded)

Macho bravado, young punk shit is quoted

(Fuck em) and the only suspect’s a Mac-11

So get this big middle finger pointed toward heaven

When you step to MJG then (catch shit on my lip)

And ask yourself (I wonder why) because of the funkiness that I flip

A mental strain to your brain, cause you can’t see through me It’ll take your team whole years of concerts before you can even do that

Shit I be doin, trick, so back up off this pimp section

I got so much real shit to spit, my mouth got indigestion

I’m leavin you guessin bout my future lyrical rhymin twisters

And here’s an is-not, MGJ gon’never fuck yo sisters (goddamn, I miss her)

Yo, Mr. Benzino back up in this muthafucka once again

Representin these till my very end

That player MJG be flappin in this fuckin house

My crazy partner, co-defendant from the pumpin south

They puffin hay, I rides a lexus down in Tennessee

Suburban sittin low, in Texas sippin Hennessy

And when it’s time for me to get my cash, I’m goin for the kill

And I meet my niggas down in Nashville

Cause they keeps on inquirin about the criminal

Puttin it out there, but keepin it subliminal

It’s minimal, my plan’s too seminal

Plus I gets high off that gun smoke chemical

What’s the remidal? i mean the remedy?

Ball and MJG, RSO legacy

It’s Illicit Activity

Non-descript MC’s get held up in capitivity