DJ Quik, Pharoahe Monch - Murda 1 Case lyrics
[DJ Quik, Pharoahe Monch - Murda 1 Case lyrics]
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump NWA, and my tape - fuck it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper
Need a boost
So I gots to pull me some capers
Circulate the dollar pull a broad I
Ain't the type to drape her
She roll and she real - if not
I got to shake her
Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid)
Business first
Then we'll crack a spot so we can play
In the cut somewhere with some
Drink out the way
Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
Without runnin some game
Together we can stack it
Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy
Haters talk shit and they split
Not knowin that they rolled right past me
I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for
Plot for a debt that's overdue
Hangin out the window of the rental
We dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose douse-bys
Bush-in-front ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
With wires wrapped 'round ya neck
You know the sound that's next!
We duct tapin your wrists, ankles
Laps and all
We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface'
All that mafia stuff
But a few volumes of 'Faces of
Death' get you coppin it tough
Look at the autopsy
Where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
Writin checks that they
Insides couldn't cash! (ewww)
Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
Pharoahe Monch and K
Like chrome they popped off
Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
The murder, the mayhem
Like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!
What the fuck do we have here?
Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
Forget the tiger
I admire the eye of the bull
Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
Quik beats bang like street
Gangs in inner city i Bang- like ladesh
Plus bang like shit ain't shitty
Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
So advanced when I rhyme that
You need time de lay
These three and up company like Jack Tripper
To get in Depp like Johnny
But not Jack the Ripper
Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
Will rupture yout whole team and
Abduct your church pastor
You know you gotta get it
From the incredible mastermind
With disastrous raps hard to find or follow
The motto - DJ Quik shit
Hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump NWA, and my tape - fuck it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper
Need a boost
So I gots to pull me some capers
Circulate the dollar pull a broad I
Ain't the type to drape her
She roll and she real - if not
I got to shake her
Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid)
Business first
Then we'll crack a spot so we can play
In the cut somewhere with some
Drink out the way
Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
Without runnin some game
Together we can stack it
Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy
Haters talk shit and they split
Not knowin that they rolled right past me
I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for
Plot for a debt that's overdue
Hangin out the window of the rental
We dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose douse-bys
Bush-in-front ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
With wires wrapped 'round ya neck
You know the sound that's next!
We duct tapin your wrists, ankles
Laps and all
We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface'
All that mafia stuff
But a few volumes of 'Faces of
Death' get you coppin it tough
Look at the autopsy
Where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
Writin checks that they
Insides couldn't cash! (ewww)
Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
Pharoahe Monch and K
Like chrome they popped off
Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
The murder, the mayhem
Like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!
What the fuck do we have here?
Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
Forget the tiger
I admire the eye of the bull
Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
Quik beats bang like street
Gangs in inner city i Bang- like ladesh
Plus bang like shit ain't shitty
Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
So advanced when I rhyme that
You need time de lay
These three and up company like Jack Tripper
To get in Depp like Johnny
But not Jack the Ripper
Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
Will rupture yout whole team and
Abduct your church pastor
You know you gotta get it
From the incredible mastermind
With disastrous raps hard to find or follow
The motto - DJ Quik shit
Hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto