Tone, Organized Konfusion, M.O.P., The Notorious B.I.G. - 4 My Niggaz (4 My Peeps) lyrics

Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Marcus Foul so, check it out, yo
Marcus Foul, Marcus Foul

For all my motherfucking niggas
Word to Herb we get stupider
Running mad circles round your
Crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
'Cause I'm mad in the pad and
Suckers wish they had and
I'm bagging the bitches grabbing
My pockets fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
(Aladdin) so what you gonna do when
I come through your town
With mad niggas who love being locked down
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic you're a goner
Cause Red Hot Lover's right


On like Cynthia Horner
I better warn you, you'll
Get your ass kicked, i'm blasted
That's it
I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I'm getting figures from my rap diggers
Got my shit-kickers, yo
This is for my niggas (Check it out, yo)

Guaranteed to make your head rock
Tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney (Shit)
Strictly head shots
I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie, but, who is he?
You can't get my description
You need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em
Bumrushing 'em
Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hun
Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
Look what I been through
The Brooklyn streets
The obese thug nigga from the East
The black nine, hard to find motherfucker
After the rhyme press rewind, motherfucker
Strictly for my niggas

I nod my 'head cause the flavor hovers over
Universal soldier of Hip-Hop
Somebody shoulda told ya
40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens
Please don't sleep I walk the unforbidden
Where most MC's won't
Check it, if you ever felt
Sceptic about my intellect, it's
Hectic, I'm like antiseptic on record
Disinfectant show wrecker
Sound seizing your sector
Local areas, across seas
Even in Rome and Mecca i'm known, Prince
Organizing with the Red Hot Lover
(Ha, ha, ha) and the bad brother Biggie
Smalls from another planet called Brooklyn
(Brooklyn, huh) , hey good looking
Do you like your hot chocolate
After dark - uh
I'm scared to get you hooked in
You might have to seek medical attention
The unforgettable type
Representing my niggas rocking
Rocking the mic right harcore MOP type shit
Peace to my other half and
My niggas doing bids

I used to start more shit
Than high school bullies
I was doing my thing since my nigga Woo
Bang used to steal cars from police
I break niggas up like referees
Put em on point
Back out my joint and making
'em move like refugees
Li'l Fame rep is Brooklyn bound
Still niggas that fuck around'll catch
A beatdown from Brownsville
I'm going all out the western way
Old school or new school
I beat your ass like it's freshman's day

For y'all wannabe emcees F-A-G's
You gon' fuck around and make
That nigga Bill squeeze
I'm representing for all mines with nines
Hardcore's in town, my niggas that get down
A hill figure on the trigger (True)
Your Crooklyn sounds got pounds
And break through stopped puffing the lye
Still sipping the brew
So I be on cruise when you
Snooze and then you lose

It's Lil' Fame, motherfucker
(Slap, Little Mallet)
Word to Rahil and Butuon towards
The suckers like salad
Incredible vocabulary coming from
The Brooklyn freak beats the fucking street
Knuckleheads'll get wrecked with the
Quick mic check
My intellect shows no respect
For suckers who slept
In fact, my rap style attracts
I'll have your girl looking for
Me in broad day like ''Where the flashlight
Pillow and mattress on the back?''
'Cause your shit is wack
So here goes the no doze
I'm putting it on foes who oppose
Coming off like one-on panty hoes
Peace to Organized Konfusion and BIG
The MOP from R-B-D
For all my niggas in the NYC

Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Foul, Foul, Foul, Foul