Yeah... If you're black and you're proud, get loud/ Represent your skin and say it again/ If you're black and you're proud/ Represent your race up in this place
Busta Rhymes
Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument/ All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant/ Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness/ Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness/ You better believe everytime we come, we come hard/ The undisputed truth is that the black man is God/ Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin'/ They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin'/ Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it/ Right before you lose it, I'm'a hit you with my music/ I'm fightin' up sheisters who lay with my cyanide/ Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes/ Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes/ Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther
Coolio
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor/ So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master/ When your ass was born it was all on the own and/ When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga/ Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner/ So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner/ I gots to fight back against the powers that be/ Cause the powers that be be tryin' to fight me/ Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself/ Some take the right and some take the lefts way/ But low and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance
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Redman
Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it/ Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on helmets/ I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax/ Funk comin' in stacks, bullets from gats/ So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck/ I'm jammin' like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers that caused the ruckus/ Then I fix a few stitches, Badow! Blast my style back like you bitches/ I forward forward with high punches/ Spit the flame like Lui Kang/ Burning your membranes when the wind change/ Mad explicit when spittin' my scriptures/ Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch/ All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise/ I get dumb, but dumber/ Why your vision blurred? For all the Losers
Big Mike
It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin'/ They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with/ Different stages, way back in '88t/ Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake/ My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground/ And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound/ Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall when my niggas made the fuckin' final call? We started out smilin' now they got us definition whilin'/ Ninety Ninety Five, how many heads are gonna fly with that rootin' tootin' southside shootin'/ Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin' with Huey Newton/ Fuck his people and when it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas/ We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out here
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Notorious BIG
I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims/ Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes/ Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal/ That weed make my ass wanna kill four people/ Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars/ Lock on you when you step in the car/ That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius/ Cease roll the hess in the pocket with the 9/ Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga) I want a presidential Roley (So?) so I crush MC's to guacamole makin' Robin scream "Holy Moley" Big Poppa, fuck the cape I'm that Paper Crusader playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer
Krayzie Bone
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again/ And niggas, they pick up the pen and they try to contend, but see all they win is that Mack 10/ Theres never another to go with a brother, been smotherin' suckers then go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters/They claim they can do it, but who is the sucka that squealed on the murder?
Layzie Bone
Puttin' your shit to tha pave/ Endin' up meetin' the gauge/ Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed/ Gotta blaze, amazed, but they never did phase Bone/ My deadly thugsta brothers ruggish never did take no losses/ Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then
Wish Bone
Been labeled a pyschopath/ Fall down with a buck and a blast when I'm gettin my chance/ You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off/ Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch/ Not that it makes a difference cause I'll mow you down with the quickness
Bizzy Bone
Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt/ Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech won't slip up/ Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck/ Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up
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Recorded for the Panther soundtrack but remix versions only available on the promo.