Caz featuring Ganxsta Ridd of Boo Yaa Tribe, Layzie Bone & Menenski
-Intro-Caz-
Ah, uh. Hey, check us out here. We got a lot of bullshit ass cliques out there. Cruz, Lil' Forces, Westside Connection, Wu Tang. You know what I'm sayin? Whatever it may be nigga, make your cheese. We got four of the hardest, cold, bangin' ass niggas in this motherfucker, dog. Headknocka Academy. All bustas, bitches and bastards stay to the left. All real ass rich rollin' niggas come on in to the right baby and knock to this. Uh. What, what, what?
Menenski
I keep it thuggin', I thought you niggas knew i'm thugged out/ I told you bitches last time, y'all get drugged out/ Menenski mobbin' what they yellin' when I'm bailin'/ And all my niggas, yeah, they straight ace fellons/ Now, did he really?�Now, did he really wanna do the crime?�That's why when I hit the streets I pack a big Nine/ I fuck with real niggas, peel niggas/ A Watts nigga, Eastsider, straight rider/� And steady Westside rollin' with my nigga Caz and Layzie Bone/ Bitch ass nigga/ Boy, you know it's on/ Don't make me get my nigga with that Ganxsta realer/ I told you niggas what; I fuck with straight killas
-Chorus-Menenski (Layzie)-
See, we headknockas, glock cockers/ I fuck with real niggas, feel niggas (Play with the fire, fire, you're gettin' burned, burned, burned) See, we headknockas, glock cockers/ I fuck with real niggas, peel niggas (Let's go pump the riot, the roit til it hurt, hurt, hurt) Bitch!
Ganxsta Ridd
Uh, the silent scream through your mind/ Keep your hesitant, y'all best to move swift, change your residence/ Y'all presidents be dead when I'm takin' 'em/ Y'all might fall to that grave shakin' when we breakin' 'em off somethin' throw somethin' I'm on somethin'/ Y'all motherfuckers wanna bring, what? Well, y'all ain't bringin'/ No, y'all lose/ Legacy of Caz continue/ We worse than Kieth Murray, huh, when we get in you/ Headknockas wait for nobody, so eat a dick/ Like Mel Gibson, we're the Braveheart yellin' "Freedom!" in my projects/ I am the West, I'm from that Tribe with no quest from Carson to Cleveland, S.C. to Watts
-Chorus-Menenski (Layzie)-
Layzie Bone
I come from the Land of the Heartless where you get chalked when you talk shit/ Nigga, you gettin' your wig cracked on the streets where niggas get killed, that nigga from the 99/ Nigga, and we still rap/ Ain't no love for these haters "Resurrection Paper Paper" all up in the club, flashin' these gators, fuckin' with nothin' but the playas/ Play with the fire, the fire, you're gettin' burned (burned) Nigga, let's pump up the riot, the riot til it hurts (Let's do this shit Caz) And, nigga, gon' smash then get the scrilla, ready to blast with the realer/ And 'Red you already know that I pack my lead/ Remember what Mama said, "Don't be no fool, baby."� Headknockas done paid they dues, baby/ And when you fuckin' with Layzie (What's that?) we gon' make the game pay me/ Say we, take this motherfuckin' game up for hostage and lay this motherfuckin' whole shit down, nigga
-Chorus-Menenski (Layzie)-
Caz
See, I can get ya now or I can hit ya later/ Fuck later, I hate later/ Nigga, there's no time greater/ Now, watch me pull up to this motherfucker thick/ Ain't no copper there, so ain't no motherfuckin' tricks nowhere with me and let me see if you can hang/ Well, if gangstas make the world go 'round, well nigga, pound for pound/ Nigga, we holdin' ground, and we ain't puttin' it down (What, what) What's that sound?�Four headknockin' bangers on your ass (Uh) Caz smash the gas and show these niggas off the turf, you ain't puttin' in work so tip-toe and pull up your skirt/ I guarentee it hurts/ Layzie, Menenski, Gangsta Ridd, real life niggas doin' biz, what?
-Chorus-Menenski (Layzie)-
Recorded for the Caz album Thundadome/ www.artistdirect.com