Verbal Murder 2 Lyrics

Find Your Song Lyrics Easliy With LyricsFacts.Com

Verbal Murder 2 Lyrics

Artist Pete Rock

[Big Pun] Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' From git-go, yo yo Aiyyo it's

such a shame all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game But what it bring,

nuttin but pain and one in your fuckin brain Ain't nuttin changed since the

album I am still whylin I am still violent I've been waitin for this moment like

Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer Hyper than hype, when

fightin to fight It's like, tonight is the night And I ain't even tryin to let a

nigga slide I've been dyin to get a gat I dared to try now prepare to die I rush

your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any soldiers, infants, hold up, did

you notice my heroic entrance? I am so relentless in this field of rap,

everything is real in fact Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps I sack the

rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards you can hear the Devil speak

his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, Express for my plastic I pack

clips, between my nuts and my fat dick Chorus: Pete Rock Grab ahold cause you

never heard a verbal murder like this Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit

Every cat wanna be enormous Plottin on the next one Murder one (repeat 2X)

[Noreaga] Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple My

niggaz comin through and still hurt you Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of

germs We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's Don't really care bout

y'all, really hear bout y'all Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut let

the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight

thuggin it Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it Strange Fruit, my

niggaz live to shoot Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit Yo so

bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man Cat stackin, move out the

hood that's in Manhattan Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded Yo the beef

deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it Yo I heard son, son is rockin iceberg

Dunn Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would Head mad

swollen, flamboyant this man golden Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John

Dillinger Better respect my words or I am the minister What?? "Verbally I catch

bodies" "Let's seperate the men from the boys" -> Guru "Verbal attack" ->

Cappadon "Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock" "Common

s-s-s-sSense" -> Com [Common] Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore Look

to the sun for glory as time runs before me I am after the day of judgment I am

still before the jury, explainin why I was in a gun orgy He was FUCKIN wit me, I

ain't no duckin emcee With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me This

stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be My Appetite for Destruction is

finnicky He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes Rocked

Adidas but he had no stripes I could tell in high school that he had no fights

Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines with current

events, called for backup like one time when he heard it was Sense that deliver

words with intents to kill Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big

wheel I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back Fucker thought I was

Abstract, now his life is backtracked In the center of the party his crew

identified the body Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "I can't take this fake

shit" (echoes) Yo.. Yo! Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight Get it


eXTReMe Tracker