DJ Kay Slay, Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Sheek Louch, McGruff - 90s Flow lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Kay Slay, Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Sheek Louch, McGruff - 90s Flow lyrics]
I rep New York way above the rest
Whippin' the double R
Knockin' Crooklyn's best (Baby baby)
Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker
If mines don't shoot ya, Pistol P gon cut ya
Slay hit me up
Say he the black Fat Joe again
So I pull a mask, grab the straps
Now I'm going in mind on my money
And money bring the problems
See my nine never funny
Wasn't laughing when I shot him (Blat)
Summertime in the city where the bodies drop
Your enemies'll throw a party
Like it's Mardi Gras
Nigga, I'm right here, you know right where
BX, New York, Polos and Nike Airs
I'm liable to bring a lion to a dogfight
Reliable to push the iron on an off night
Slay got the streets locked
Mello got the Garden packed told him
"Thirteen for the half" and
He brought it back
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow
Yo, yo, you would think I'm in a laundry mat
Powder everywhere
One blink like poof, I'm in Times Square
With a dime, yeah
She fuckin' with a crime bear
Name be off the lights stuck
Like a blind dare
Y'all make sure y'all fix the G
Don't want nothin' crooked around here 'less
A crook schemin' on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibiotic flow
Controlling y'all germs
Medellin crop dog cartel
I'm Roger Moore in the
Double-O suite sippin' Martell
'86 Giant, you can ask Parcell
Raided niggas' flats, grey and black R shell
Put your ear to the speaker
This is rap Easter
Snatched niggas' eggs and shit
Bone ya senorita large Glocks
Mortgage is fifteen in three spots
Interest is too far, you can't eavesdrop
You can't sneeze, ock
Got the Slomin's shell system high power
Look, hidden in the trees, hop
Hop over my gate, I come out blazing
And a nigga stay in a rage so I ain't grazing
Haulin' sharks snorkels, Russian hats
Cooling in Amsterdam
The windchill factor is a wrap
My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear
Stuntin' magazine and some gear
We clear on how to cook, rhyme and sling
Most of my blings is auctioned
Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain
Forbes horse smell of her fragrance
Maxing in France
Harry Winston made a belt for my pants
A hundred for the necklace
Two hundred on the watch
That's infectious, your money ain't pure
I can't protect this
You live in the trenches
Wrangling the Sprint bus
Guns is under the loveseat with the dumb dust
Pump one, pump 'em all
Pass the suitcase with the blue faces
Rubber band wrapped in shoelaces
Yeah I can't call it, it's just living
I orbit shit is so hard, don't gotta talk it
I wore shiny suit's with Puff
Did freestyles with BIG
Made Reservoir with Hov and I'm back, my nig'
G-G-Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig
Half of that boy or a ki' of that Lindsay
Dropped the EP now New York is in a frenzy
Been waiting on the LOX
These lil' niggas rappin' like they twelve
So I guess they waiting on they pops
O-Old nigga, new nigga need to know this
Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with me
Styles and Kiss
This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring
Beef is when I'm sitting in the
Garage you parked your car in
Still go out on the block, get high
Give goons a dap
With you, it's only when you rap
Put the gun down pussy
Who the fuck you gon' clap?
Get the fuck out the game
If you wasn't hot last year, '14
Gon' be the goddamn same, nigga
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow
(You already know, Slay, I got you baby, uh)
I'd love to get a Grammy and eventually will
Right now
My main focus letting them centuries build
Bentley for real jade red
Haters want me dead
But the Lord want me living, fuck prison
I'm in position
Tiptop condition, listen, I'm on my toes
Get pussy on the reg'
Got no time for these hoes
Half these niggas rap comedy shows
Cold-blooded punks
Don't wan' shoot it out, don't wan' dump
I expose niggas who forty and
Lived through one story, doggy
Ain't in the gang with me
My killers came with me
Watching everything shifty
I was trained to lay down that murder game
Kick dirt on my name
First the flame hit your brain
Aim like Saddam Hussein
Give it to any nigga, any terrain
Fuck what niggas sayin', man
I'm tryna maintain, nigga
Yeah, I'm tryna maintain
Ayo, since '96, came in the game, no tricks
'98, Violator shit with Eric Nicks
Rest in peace Chris
We piss glamorous conglomerate
Still Islam-in' it, real niggas honor it
I used to fuck with hoes that blow
Cock then they vibe with it
Swank wore a good belt, Lord, we on the board
Was raised to protect my moms
Deuce-deuce bust through the triple fat goose
Army Fatigue pants, TEC bust loose
Still smoke tree plants
Killer on the Goose, shade shock Ray Bands
Vaporizing hemp sanitizer
Sprinkle the Deutch, them shit niggas
They shizer
And now my town wanna fuckin' sound
Like my fuckin' town though
I'm with that shit, that's my shit, I'm Rambo
Fuck it, and I ain't gon' tell them
Niggas suck my dick
But, if they hating on this, well tell 'em
"Suck my dick"
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow (Brrr, uh)
First of all, I'm a underdog
I don't like none of y'all
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, I
Keep a gunner, dawg the spirit of Guru
It ain't something to y'all
Biggie Smalls, Big L and Big Pun to y'all
That's everything that you lack
In your lyrics
My flow is the results of the crack epidemic
(Huh) dirty burners baby
(yeah) murder -murder baby (yeah)
You shooting baby powder
(yeah) you a Gerber baby
Nothing to fuck with, known for the thug shit
Street certified, hood notary republic
(Am I wrong?)
You are now tuned into the Drama Hour
With the blammers out, dusty nines allowed
I'm from out of New York with gats and load
Guns and roses like Axel Rose (Nigga)
You say subliminal shit but you
Ain't saying no names
Don't fuck with me, I ain't playing no games
Yo, yo, tremendous career, the legacy of
A dirty little New Yorker they want done
Locked in the cage, shot in the face
The fall from grace in this Hip-Hop thang
But music shoot through my veins
My target locked in my brain
And I won't fall
My heart is too passionate to give y'all
The satisfaction to see me all
Broke and fucked up, but that
There won't be none of
Image that, it's not happening
This is my dream, my dream
Dreams, niggas tryna take my dreams
It seems, you wanna poke holes
In my coffin and just know
It's a waste of time it can't be done
My shit made of titanium and
You soft like pillows
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow
Whippin' the double R
Knockin' Crooklyn's best (Baby baby)
Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker
If mines don't shoot ya, Pistol P gon cut ya
Slay hit me up
Say he the black Fat Joe again
So I pull a mask, grab the straps
Now I'm going in mind on my money
And money bring the problems
See my nine never funny
Wasn't laughing when I shot him (Blat)
Summertime in the city where the bodies drop
Your enemies'll throw a party
Like it's Mardi Gras
Nigga, I'm right here, you know right where
BX, New York, Polos and Nike Airs
I'm liable to bring a lion to a dogfight
Reliable to push the iron on an off night
Slay got the streets locked
Mello got the Garden packed told him
"Thirteen for the half" and
He brought it back
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow
Yo, yo, you would think I'm in a laundry mat
Powder everywhere
One blink like poof, I'm in Times Square
With a dime, yeah
She fuckin' with a crime bear
Name be off the lights stuck
Like a blind dare
Y'all make sure y'all fix the G
Don't want nothin' crooked around here 'less
A crook schemin' on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibiotic flow
Controlling y'all germs
Medellin crop dog cartel
I'm Roger Moore in the
Double-O suite sippin' Martell
'86 Giant, you can ask Parcell
Raided niggas' flats, grey and black R shell
Put your ear to the speaker
This is rap Easter
Snatched niggas' eggs and shit
Bone ya senorita large Glocks
Mortgage is fifteen in three spots
Interest is too far, you can't eavesdrop
You can't sneeze, ock
Got the Slomin's shell system high power
Look, hidden in the trees, hop
Hop over my gate, I come out blazing
And a nigga stay in a rage so I ain't grazing
Haulin' sharks snorkels, Russian hats
Cooling in Amsterdam
The windchill factor is a wrap
My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear
Stuntin' magazine and some gear
We clear on how to cook, rhyme and sling
Most of my blings is auctioned
Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain
Forbes horse smell of her fragrance
Maxing in France
Harry Winston made a belt for my pants
A hundred for the necklace
Two hundred on the watch
That's infectious, your money ain't pure
I can't protect this
You live in the trenches
Wrangling the Sprint bus
Guns is under the loveseat with the dumb dust
Pump one, pump 'em all
Pass the suitcase with the blue faces
Rubber band wrapped in shoelaces
Yeah I can't call it, it's just living
I orbit shit is so hard, don't gotta talk it
I wore shiny suit's with Puff
Did freestyles with BIG
Made Reservoir with Hov and I'm back, my nig'
G-G-Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig
Half of that boy or a ki' of that Lindsay
Dropped the EP now New York is in a frenzy
Been waiting on the LOX
These lil' niggas rappin' like they twelve
So I guess they waiting on they pops
O-Old nigga, new nigga need to know this
Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with me
Styles and Kiss
This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring
Beef is when I'm sitting in the
Garage you parked your car in
Still go out on the block, get high
Give goons a dap
With you, it's only when you rap
Put the gun down pussy
Who the fuck you gon' clap?
Get the fuck out the game
If you wasn't hot last year, '14
Gon' be the goddamn same, nigga
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow
(You already know, Slay, I got you baby, uh)
I'd love to get a Grammy and eventually will
Right now
My main focus letting them centuries build
Bentley for real jade red
Haters want me dead
But the Lord want me living, fuck prison
I'm in position
Tiptop condition, listen, I'm on my toes
Get pussy on the reg'
Got no time for these hoes
Half these niggas rap comedy shows
Cold-blooded punks
Don't wan' shoot it out, don't wan' dump
I expose niggas who forty and
Lived through one story, doggy
Ain't in the gang with me
My killers came with me
Watching everything shifty
I was trained to lay down that murder game
Kick dirt on my name
First the flame hit your brain
Aim like Saddam Hussein
Give it to any nigga, any terrain
Fuck what niggas sayin', man
I'm tryna maintain, nigga
Yeah, I'm tryna maintain
Ayo, since '96, came in the game, no tricks
'98, Violator shit with Eric Nicks
Rest in peace Chris
We piss glamorous conglomerate
Still Islam-in' it, real niggas honor it
I used to fuck with hoes that blow
Cock then they vibe with it
Swank wore a good belt, Lord, we on the board
Was raised to protect my moms
Deuce-deuce bust through the triple fat goose
Army Fatigue pants, TEC bust loose
Still smoke tree plants
Killer on the Goose, shade shock Ray Bands
Vaporizing hemp sanitizer
Sprinkle the Deutch, them shit niggas
They shizer
And now my town wanna fuckin' sound
Like my fuckin' town though
I'm with that shit, that's my shit, I'm Rambo
Fuck it, and I ain't gon' tell them
Niggas suck my dick
But, if they hating on this, well tell 'em
"Suck my dick"
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow (Brrr, uh)
First of all, I'm a underdog
I don't like none of y'all
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, I
Keep a gunner, dawg the spirit of Guru
It ain't something to y'all
Biggie Smalls, Big L and Big Pun to y'all
That's everything that you lack
In your lyrics
My flow is the results of the crack epidemic
(Huh) dirty burners baby
(yeah) murder -murder baby (yeah)
You shooting baby powder
(yeah) you a Gerber baby
Nothing to fuck with, known for the thug shit
Street certified, hood notary republic
(Am I wrong?)
You are now tuned into the Drama Hour
With the blammers out, dusty nines allowed
I'm from out of New York with gats and load
Guns and roses like Axel Rose (Nigga)
You say subliminal shit but you
Ain't saying no names
Don't fuck with me, I ain't playing no games
Yo, yo, tremendous career, the legacy of
A dirty little New Yorker they want done
Locked in the cage, shot in the face
The fall from grace in this Hip-Hop thang
But music shoot through my veins
My target locked in my brain
And I won't fall
My heart is too passionate to give y'all
The satisfaction to see me all
Broke and fucked up, but that
There won't be none of
Image that, it's not happening
This is my dream, my dream
Dreams, niggas tryna take my dreams
It seems, you wanna poke holes
In my coffin and just know
It's a waste of time it can't be done
My shit made of titanium and
You soft like pillows
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money
'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Can't nobody stop my flow