[Notorious B.I.G] 
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 wanna make my ass wanna kill four people 
Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range 
My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars 
Lock on you when you step in the car 
Lock-whole you when you step in the car 
That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius 
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9 
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline 
I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole 
Makin Robin scream, "holy moley" 
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader 
Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer 

[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 left 
But lo and behold, what do I see? 
In the distance, some resistance 

[Chorus] 

[Redman] 
It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it 
Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets 
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax 
Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats 
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck 
I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers 
that cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches 
BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches 
I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang 
Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change 
Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures 
leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch 
Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time 
While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise 
I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur 
For all the loooos-errssss 

[Ill Al Skratch] 
Aiyyo mayday, mayday 
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag 
Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag 
It's low down and I'm low-key 
Now O.G. niggaz know me (true) 
So take it easy, let's dance 

[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 eighty-eight 
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 niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"? 

[??] 
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine 
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea 
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that 

[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'ma hit you with my music 
I'm fightin up sheisters (?) 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 tossed by my hammer, the survivalist 
Represent the next black man 

[Buckshot] 
I stepped in the jam with the God on my side 
And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride 
So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ 
Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead? 

[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] 
Puttin your shit to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge 
Live in the land of real crazed days 
Gotta blaze amazin up in it but it takes Bone 
My deadly thugged up brothers rugged never did take no losses 
Put 'em all in a coffin, get chilly, (?) better call him 

Flippin a psycho-path 
When I'm not buckin I'm blastin, takin my chances 
Niggaz is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blast 
You thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they shit 
and they too busy to make friends 
Cause when we get done with them thugs then no remains 
These bones these bones are thuggin whassup an 
These niggaz are heated defeated every single it is 
We bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off and 
We building a single army 
and liquor an singers we killin we thrillin an pillin 

scibby dip hib da 
break bread an killin the trife 
hittin the fast bitch 
but you can tell me we thank the lord 
we livin to armageddon 
an gettin some medals 
and no bitches jus snitches we thank the lord...