[Makaveli speaking on the One Nation album] We got to get the Niggas that runnin' out of here With Greg Nice, Buckshot, Smiff-N-Wesson Smiff-N-Wesson, Melle Mel, Scorpio, The Luniz, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, Me, Scarface, Kokane, And it's just to hit my nation All the real Niggas that I recognize in the game
With that mutherfucking Nigga Yukmouth Doin' that shit for Rap-A-Lot So grap your gat a lot, Nigga Young Niggas on the rise, motherfucker
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
We get the shit together right now, Nigga this full pound gon' make some sound, Nigga I throw your wife on the couch I put my dick in her mouth And put that shit in and out Ha, what you don't talk some shit Ha, what make Napolean flip Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes If you wig it, I'ma take it down Who do you, gotta stay low When your sure improved, Nigga Will rap about your gat or won't you grab it Feelin' hot like a weapon Gettin' 16 for my automatic Thugged out to the overdoses You Niggas got to sell 'em some shit You probably thought you could leave quick It's hard to get mob on mine And get ya pis by the dough I keep my shit on cock, cause Makaveli said so I keep my shit on cock, cause Makaveli said so
Don't give a fuck about life
Verse 2: E.D.I (Yukmouth)
I been what is know as a bandit (Bandit) if you wanna see your grandkids (Grandkids) I don't give a fuck (Fuck) Cause Makaveli planned it (Cause Makaveli planned it) But when it's said and done Do yo thug thang, o really (Really) You don't wanna see me silly (Silly) With fully loaded 9 milli (9 Milli) I'm makin' you ass history I'm the epidemy of everthing you fear (Fear) Crystal clear (Crystal clear) Pistol there (Pistol there) Then I'm out of here (Here) With your Cartier (Cartier) And your hottie head (Hottie head) I got on the clean knees (Knees) (Makin' it mo better now) Grand imperial thug world I had you wanted for mine While I'm gunnin' for mines (Mines) Thought it was gone, but still on (You rainin', clickin' Niggas, You rainin', clickin' Niggas, you can't do yo thug thang, Nigga (Do yo thug thang, Nigga)
Can't compete with the bricks Walkin' up and down block all day, 'till the rest of the fiends get here On a Nigga to hold her beaver (?) and have you losin' you brain Lyrically I ruin your name And keep one in the chamber Nasty new street slugger, catch you with a boxcutter Used to fight with my brother And run the spot with my mother You get after, ask her quick Fuckin' around with this Outlaw shit
Ha, then do yo thug thing
Till they see that fuckin' Rgime Stick me up, up in the sky Niggas feel like Armageddon, And wait Niggas up at they own wedding Ghetto lesson number one: Never try to go to war without your gun Since I quit fuckin' with Num Have your body in a coffin up Thugged out and turned out Set that motherfucking perm out your head if you ain't Rgime, or Outlaw I do my thug thing without y'all I gives a fuck about y'all And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies, Dopin' in and out of lanes I better ring the fuckin' alarm Or be the first that get mashed on