DJ Self, G Fella, Buckshot, Yasiin Bey, Treach, SHELLS - Rawkus Wreck lyrics

DJ Self ft g-Fella, Buckshot
Mos Def, Treach, and Shells - "Rawkus Wreck"

Tony Soprano rock jeans, bringing in racoons
Rap with a Sonny mentality like
"Put him in the bathroom"
Have six of your friends holding
Your casket i was
Selling ecs’ and the birds in the
Hood thought it was aspirin
Don’t make me have to take this
Fun out it takes the fun out
And you’re embarrassing yourself when
Your rhymes run out
‘Cause if I go to the Jag, guaranteed
It’d be wiping your foolish mind off this
Floor with a rag
Your mistake was mistaking me
For a white-boy, cheddar rhyme
When my fam go back to the time
My nothing but guns and pesos
And my men come together in a snap like Legos

My lyrics cause protests, fires, riots, and
Fights a lot of these niggas is kind tonight
Yeah right you never heard another emcee like
Me in your life see me and your wife with
Buck in a B-M-Dub, two subs in the back of a
Box i’ll jump out like jack-in-a-box show you
Cliques that are slapping this Glock
You niggas get slapped
In your mouth and asked
"What you yapping about?" Nigga
Life is real, life is ill niggas who
Can’t afford jewels got to ice
Their grill that’s why I
Rep Buckshot and Duck Down the same
And I’m OPP, Out for Putting in Pain

I’m like a shot Glock, above the game
Fuck Dave Stern i’ll run the game
Move these weak niggas
From my Lane they get their
Penny hearts clutched in
Pain the uninformed can’t discuss
My name and if so, they get touched by flame
Raise my mic like
The snub I aim sniper fire with that one-eye
Aim brook Vietnam is what I claim, so Buck
Asking y’all
"What’s my name?" I’ma tell y’all why the
Fuck I came: to bring history from my
Grain and make the weak leave
Because I came never
Tried to be what I ain’t because what I
Am got you asking who the fuck I am got your
Chick trying to clutch my hand but, ma
You know how the
Fuck I am just ask H mcDutch, my man
Real rider, don’t discuss my plan two-
Double-O-deuce don’t disrupt my fam
You under- -stand?

If it ain’t
Buckshot, toast next with Mos Def there’ll be
No rhymes, no tracks, and no Treach i’ll lick
Two breasts, two necks with two TECs, bless
Moët, Alizé, Henny the BX asked me
‘Bout a porno in slow-mo, triple-X, I said
"Suck me, Self, and McDuffie" Buck’s next
So I’m buckwild i’ll puff wild, so
You’ll moan from the bone ‘til
Your big titty bounces
I love the haters arm, leg, a leg-a fuck
Around with all my Boricuas by the bodega
(Maricón) If you ever hear that DJ Self

Ayyo, ayyo, it don’t take
Much for the kid to wile
Out these days y’all only
Thug when y’all in the booth or on stage me?
Without the gauge
That ain’t possible front on
The kid, a few hours
Found in the hospital dudes
Know my name now what block
You pitching? My coup
Don’t drop it’s just that the
Top is missing sort of
Like the rap game: the top is missing
Why’s that? ‘Cause Pun, Big
And Pac is missing
Shorty opened off the watch
How it shines and glisten
You can tell they work harder
At the Diamond District
Chicks give me play now i be hardly macking
And my chain stands out like Urkel glasses