Raid-R, R., Blockade, Biggie Dee's, and J.A.R. (Song about Crooked life on the edge)
Raid-R:
Pass me the mic dog so I can start
Dont take it to heart, bart is being mugged at wal-mart
By a guy whos a bout six foot two, its Biggie
Still represent Raid-R and crew, now this shit new
Right off the back of the truck, ur lyrics are whack dude
Shut the fuck up, before u have to duck
From waves of bullets fly over u buck,if u live its luck
Caz u a stone short of a collection, I took it for protection
For next pres. Election, so i can start my resurrection
And make it a section of an era to be studied like frog disection
it will be history in the school book for kids
looking back on the music I put on these vids
That are top selling gigs, Whats the deal R., start the bids
Chorus
Wannbees,Fakers, Snakers, Haters running around the streets with knives
Thugs, Ballas, MC, with poped collars, coming around doing drive by's
Wansta's, Crackers, hicks, and CO jaxer, come around this way to crack
Jokes on us and super impose us, bitches better watch ur backs
R.:
Raid is going crazy with multiple word functions
making harsh cracks on shit with no assumptions
I will add some conjunctions to Junct The factory we made
Caz the shit is straight crunken like a live grenade
my shit will have u laid out, give him first aid
Match the style now of that to " Raid"
R. is coming though bitches, Time to invade
Blockade:
What the Fuck is wrong with niggas today
Call u gay on any given day
caz they say Raid's ryme styles whack and weighty
Come at ya bitches like the evil Slim Shady
Sike Im Wayne brady with a urge to sing
im the king of the Brady Bunch and Biggie the Queen (haha)
And dont think u can touch our rings, with ur own catchy jingles
Caz i will have ur ass shot up, Till ur nerve start to tingle
Chorus
Wannbees,Fakers, Snakers, Haters running around the streets with knives
Thugs, Ballas, MC, with poped collars, coming around doing drive by's
Wansta's, Crackers, hicks, and CO jaxer, come around this way to crack
Jokes on us and super impose us, bitches better watch ur backs
Biggie Dee's:
Bitches come back and feel my heat
Caz I will cut u niggas off at ur feet
take the beat and make in to a home cooked meal to eat
And eat up R. like he some meat
im rymin straight from my soul, Make the election polls go for BoB Dole
Wait he aint running caz Bush in office,
This bitch aint even trained, he a dam novice
And his daddy in the offices changes his diaper
This anti depressant pills are making me hyper
Lets cypher bitches and see who wins
Sike I rather stab u bitches with the top of ball pens
J.A.R.:
im with this crew and love it so
I can ryme a full verse blinded folded, fo sho
and u think u can take the floor, I'll bring this bitch out the closet
Faster than he can open the door
ops now dog did I just bite, or is this delemma about to turn night
I'll start a fight with any nigga at dark
U'll run away like a bitch, when u hear me bark
and dont take this as a diss Street Play and Product
to listen to yall whine, i gotta be high on narcotics
u hicks with no kicks, all I see is two girls with small dicks
back off us if u wanna stay in business
Caz Jax an Rymes still have u on his hitless
Chorus
Wannbees,Fakers, Snakers, Haters running around the streets with knives
Thugs, Ballas, MC, with poped collars, coming around doing drive by's
Wansta's, Crackers, hicks, and CO jaxer, come around this way to crack
Jokes on us and super impose us, bitches better watch ur backs
