The Message

Lyrics

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
 Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
 You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
 Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
 96 ways I made out, Montana way
 The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
 Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
 A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
 Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
 Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
 They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
 There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
 The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
 Antera spinning on milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
 Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
 Ill sex adrenaline
 Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
 Wet any clique, with the semi TEC who want it?
 Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace 'em
 Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
 Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
 Fucking me in the Benz wagon
 Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
 Grab your gun it's on though
 Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
 With the broke MAC it won't spray right
 Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
 Yo, overnight thugs, bug 'cause they ain't promised shit
 Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep
 Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
 Across the street you was wildin'
 Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
 Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
 I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
 What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time?
 Dug 'em, you owe me cousin, something told me plug him
 So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
 Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
 Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
 Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck
 I got stitched up and went through
 Left the hospital that same night, what
 Got my gat back, time to backtrack
 I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped?
 Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
 It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
 That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
 The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
 So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
 Be lightin' L's sippin' Coors, on all floors of project halls
 Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
 We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
 But uh, a thug changes, and love changes
 And best friends become strangers, word up
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Thug niggas
 Yo, to them thug niggas gettin' it on in the world, you know?
 To them niggas that's locked down
 Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
 To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
 Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia, yo
 '96 shit
 The Firm clique
 Illmatic, nigga
 It was written though
 It's been a long time comin'
 Y'all fake niggas, tryna copy
 Better come with the real though
 Fake-ass niggas, yo
 (They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
 Bring the shit, man, live, man
 (Fuck that son, word up) '96 shit
 
 Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
 Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
 You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
 Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
 96 ways I made out, Montana way
 The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
 Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
 A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
 Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
 Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
 They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
 There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
 The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen
 Antera spinning on milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them
 Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
 Ill sex adrenaline
 Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
 Wet any clique, with the semi TEC who want it?
 Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace 'em
 Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
 Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
 Fucking me in the Benz wagon
 Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
 Grab your gun it's on though
 Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
 With the broke MAC it won't spray right
 Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
 Yo, overnight thugs, bug 'cause they ain't promised shit
 Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I never sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death
 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
 I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep
 Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
 Across the street you was wildin'
 Talkin' 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
 Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
 I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
 What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time?
 Dug 'em, you owe me cousin, something told me plug him
 So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
 Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
 Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
 Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck
 I got stitched up and went through
 Left the hospital that same night, what
 Got my gat back, time to backtrack
 I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped?
 Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
 It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
 That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
 The 'Bridge touched me up severely, hear me?
 So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
 Be lightin' L's sippin' Coors, on all floors of project halls
 Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
 We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
 But uh, a thug changes, and love changes
 And best friends become strangers, word up
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Y'all know my steelo
 There ain't no army that can strike back
 Thug niggas
 Yo, to them thug niggas gettin' it on in the world, you know?
 To them niggas that's locked down
 Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
 To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
 Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia, yo
 '96 shit
 The Firm clique
 Illmatic, nigga
 It was written though
 It's been a long time comin'
 Y'all fake niggas, tryna copy
 Better come with the real though
 Fake-ass niggas, yo
 (They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
 Bring the shit, man, live, man
 (Fuck that son, word up) '96 shit
 

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Duration
03:54
Key
5
Tempo
178 BPM

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