作曲 : Non Music Work (feat. Panch) Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me Same Team, No Games" (feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) [NYG'z] Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you ****** so I calm my patience 'Cause the **** ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am ****** I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride [H. Staxx] Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking ******* Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling "Ether", "Blowout" and "Takeover" I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up "It's the Militia" Yall ****** don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, ****** ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain **** with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win [Guru] YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the **** They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead [scratching by DJ Premier repeats] Let, let, let the games begin My **** about killin, never been about game When there wasn't *****, there was always my haind Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! Check my balls, my **** got blue wrinkles on the face .. for them *****es who had the nerve to put me out they place In they HINEY The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed monster hit you Make it slick, *****, my **** game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH! HINEY! The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! [imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say [imitating the beat] On her HINEY! [laughter and applause] (That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!)
作曲 : Non Music Work (feat. Panch) Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me Same Team, No Games" (feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) [NYG'z] Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you ****** so I calm my patience 'Cause the **** ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am ****** I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride [H. Staxx] Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking ******* Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling "Ether", "Blowout" and "Takeover" I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up "It's the Militia" Yall ****** don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, ****** ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain **** with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win [Guru] YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the **** They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead [scratching by DJ Premier repeats] Let, let, let the games begin My **** about killin, never been about game When there wasn't *****, there was always my haind Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! Check my balls, my **** got blue wrinkles on the face .. for them *****es who had the nerve to put me out they place In they HINEY The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed monster hit you Make it slick, *****, my **** game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH! HINEY! The ***** said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! [imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say [imitating the beat] On her HINEY! [laughter and applause] (That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!)
