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Stone Crazy Lyrics

Bless the MIC
Here's A Drink
Off tha Books
Do You Believe
Stone Crazy
Niggaz Know
Find That
Supa Supreme
Thinkin 'bout Cash
Uncivilized
Gimme Tha Ass
Strokes


Bless The MIC

I'm a hit you up with an exsclusive, Beatnut joint, got you froze like gunpoint. Bitch niggaz gettin drowsy, dropping to their knees like prosty's, shout to my Queen's posse. From Northern Boulevard, straight up junction my system got the beat in full function to the max, doing I indeed relax down cruisin' for a Heineken between the laps. But bet that issue, i'll rip you like tissue and fold you up and wipe my ass with you. Good, make sure you understand. Understood?

I hustle bangin' jargon, through your jungle ???, I'm hydro-sparkin' juggling babies down like ???. You clownin' claiming to grip the flow so tight. I hung with pros who go thinkin' it can't happen tonight. What better time then now, making you distant memory. My pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese, i'll forever be the architecht constantly to build my conglomerate construction with bricks to get us cribs and apartment rent. The parliment the ??? the flashlight, what nation under grooves always beatin' the flight? So get the funk right, you the skunk type who spark dreams. I like Cambodian grown by the Vietamniese, while gettin' blown by your Phillipine Queen who strip tease. And see your fingers bleed like the final Godfather scenes. Now the facultys throughout the world they know, watch and take notice, ???? gotcha.

Tie 'em up quick, light 'em up quick, get the ??? yo. I never had too many friends, money mends, keep a low key, you gota have the stash remotely. (Away from the family and coke) I get smoked, provoke me, I never let the chocolate choke me, I know what it mean to be broke B. You jokin' me? That shit is over like them leather front pullovers, Gucci hats, and them high rise Chevy Nova's. Gimme a chauffer, a 20 foot leather sofa(Let me chill), I feel the feds gettin' closer. The toaster round the hip where it's supposda be till I D-I-E of costranosa.



Here's A Drink

Flipping beats, you could bang on these killing streets. Keep it deep crime-related so you never sleep. Gun talk makes me crazy, im agrivating like screamin' babies, bitches hate me. Big Ju, aka say who? Scientific german style, flow terrific, prolific, word play anyday, anyone, Corona way, many run.

Flippin' grooves, my theory, my raps is therapy. Les the therapist with the remedy, stay focused like a terrorist scoping his target from a terrace. We no time for errors we outlaws {forevers}. Beatnuts up in this penthouse what son? Don't have stepping ??? rappers straight from the ???. Twisted, off the ???, at the party rhyming, sipping on some Bacardi limon, perfect timing to toaster.

Here's a drink to all the lady's that ??? shady niggas don't react we just think. For real spill out my whole life in ink, i'll end your world in heartbeat son so don't blink.

Laying up in the spot, sipping Heineken with shorty ???, we live life watching niggas regulate the block. Now honey be talking about shopping and mole-popping, that's real, but let me know about your pants dropping. I feel ya gotta get it while the gettin' is good. If anyone could make you feel like a queen i could. Baby girl got you thinking, contemplate, just relax and keep drinking.

Ya know who I be, the true ???, sipping vanti, on the rocks like hockey never looking sloppy. Can't knock me on my hussle, nigga fuck you, if you try you gonna fry when I touch you, and brush you like you late you Robert ???. I'm Psycho Les jumping in your whip like a valet, and peel out and park in front of new music cafe, before we step in stash the weapon(who got the guest list?).



Off the Books

(You better watch your step...)

Hey yo it's all love, bug loves got a thin line, Big Pun's got a big nine, respect crime, but not when it reflect mine. The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long, Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone. I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast, smoke the greenest grass, my bitch's got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit. Lace the click, cause we all share, it's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair. Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run, like spelling murder reverse, then deliver redrum. Come one, come all if you wanna braw, I'm the mighty dawg clotheslining motherfuckers like Stephen Segal. Cuz all your gonna get is your ass kicked up in a casket, that's it. (that's it?) That's it.

Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit, Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate. Eating up at JImmy's cafe, having cavier, cracking Crystal at the bar, smoking ciagrs, living large. We rob and steal, work with the mob, doing jobs for bills, I'm hard to kill, for real nigga gaurd your grill. I like to chill, spark an L and get high, I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly.

What up Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco, Im out in here watching for Jake, getting this loot though, don't shoot bro, I got a water proof suit yo, swerving like an AKA in Beirut yo. Squeezing out of automatic M3's and please you ain't seen no thugs like these. I can tell you lots of things that will make you believe, Like in Corona yo it's better to take than to receive.

Your careers on life support, and I'm going to pull the plug, and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug in they blood No escapin this, Niggers is going over thier favorite shit (for what) to be tapin this. World premiere, loud and clear, Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show dissapear, jump in the Cavalier, feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twistopolis. For pleasure, bring your terroritories sever keep my workers under pressure got em sayin "fuck lester". But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold don't give a fuck where you been what you done where you go, you know, peep this favorite in black shades like a secret agent. We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves we light trees, bust these and stack cheese.

It's off the hook this year, gettin mad money off the books this year. Ain't nothing but crooks in here getting mad money off the books this year.



Do You Believe

Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old But since then , I've never put it down my friend she go to war when I tell her fuck a who , why , when , til the end indeed its good to have and not need even better when you can shoot back and not bleed take heed , poppin like an El full of seed my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice it got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice it aint nothin nice.

Ay , you believe in God? you do , tell him to save you cause me and these niggaz here we aint tryin to save you regardless of the fact that its close to home I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own.

Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience it was that time again so we gathered up 40 men 40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin dollars is the mission sittin in the yoga position isolate my mind from your bitchin pulp fiction lose you in the mix in lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10 knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid yeah , you know how we comin raw grooves with the funky drum drummin and when my song goes off you'll still be hummin noddin your head , or singin my chorus the after midnight feen the 4 in the morning blunt feen peelin dutches fill em in like taco shells willing judges wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat pointin gats like remotes at cats with federal notes tossin bodies off boats.

Ay , you believe in God? you do , tell him to save you cause me and these niggaz here we aint tryin to save you regardless of the fact that its close to home I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own.



Stone Crazy

(Now, let me ask you this... off the record. Is it true what they say about how they... smoke a lot of, y'know...)

I beat too savagely, it doesn't even matter to me I hold this down like gravity, reality is unloaded, the foul mouthed brain exploded The gun-totin, the Charles Manson pres votin The bitch chokin, the hydro cheeba smokin Leave ya witcha nose broken, the ill spoken Killer, fuck your little girl like Magilla The wild Gorilla, gun down Barney Miller Ahhh!

You must be stone crazy...

Here's my ultimatum, niggaz don't have my shit laced No question, little did you know, you came here for confession Cross-examination, my organization stack figures And when you fuck up we chop heads, no fingers Fuckin around, with those Beatnut niggaz Now you missin body dumped in different rivers Full-fledged rapper with the Stone Crazy singer I'm comin at you with the ice pick yellin ?Bre vega? Because I perceive you a sneaky, analyzer Touch the equalizer, get shot by the tranquilizer Who shot ya? Who? The bilingual mandingo, roll trees but prefer leaves, don't give a fuck about drug beefs Peep the headlines, stay high Twenty-four/seven, lali out with the red eyes

You must be stone crazy...



Niggaz Know

Niggaz know

To fiends my product be their drug when they see me they give me a pound and a bear hug Solute and bud, never sober nigga Ju scooped me up (in what?) in the black Nova When we link up, we throw shots, drink up we conversate in the background bangin' Is a funky break, with my arm hangin' middle finer to State Troop and leave them behind me Going 90 down the express way, fuck Carlito gonna do it the Big Ju and Les way Beatnuts, got a plan that's brilliant gonna blow up the safe that holds up our building.

Yo here's the keys son, money and power they sanonymous So I'm a take mine and form a fortune that be bottomless Yo never shot a miss, to lose is our the question Your life could be taken as quick as a suggestion Killing is deep, well lavishly orchestrated, I hate it Stated, that I'm never be forgotten And you still couldn't find an MC that's more rotten!

Strategicly we maintain in all reality Live with the guns to cover all the technicalitites And crush the falises taht frontin' is legit cause (real niggas don't talk shit).

Yo dun, there's money to swipe, the juice come thicker Then Sunny Delight, and my leather black seat reclines so I can spin around; Pull down the blinds, crack open the wines my click holds serious faces And only crack smiles when I pull the briefcases Out the closet, in the middle of the process, even if I know you You get shot for spreading gossip To niggas I don't associate with, if I don't blast your head off I'll simply break it Aluminum batted, melon splattered, so unique now who the fuck wanna critique?

Yeah it's lovely, yeah man it's lovely indeed (it is lovely) Bubbly off the Heiny and weed, you can't live You be lucky if I let you breath If it ain't about profit nigga I can't see try not to blow my high with conversation Conflict my lead to many assassinations Blunted in a black Sudan with two Hatians (watching) While the D's hemmed up these Jamacains, thinkin' How we gonna carry your ass, and where the FUCK niggas gonna bury your ass; See it's over I could never let that go, say who gotta let niggas know? Bitch nigga.



Find That

Step in my pride again balloons you're swallowin' Importin' it transportin' it Through metal detectors no one's followin' Coast is clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean As I whistle you get hit by a missle While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol You's a beginner, at this You need practice My label put doe on the table For me to whack kids I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em Daily routine my product bring new fiends From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it I give it to you raw out the speaker While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper Dustin' I be outdoors hustlin' Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs Niggas don't pay (what you do?) I brake legs Snap necks shoot off techs do like the IRS And reposes your fuckin' Lex.

Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known Mics torchin' MC's who intersect my zone It's the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker Muder when I slip into hysteria mode As I rise to terrorize every area code Junkyard like a crook in the night I want mines I take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic Now give me my loot and no stories Excuses just bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me Here's the plan you need to have my money on hand If you don't then you gon die where you stand Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by Nigga either you gon come correct or you die So if you owe me money better find that shit. Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit.

If you owe me money better find that shit. Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit.

It's the hard little pistol packin' Money stackin' super down low never know Honey mackin' Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together React like a cat always elude danger Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger The rearranger of beats and baselines It's hardcore keepin' it raw every time.

NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know Where I'm at where I be what I'm doin' How I'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin' Up my stack comin' short I ain't havin' it See that fat link on your neck? I'm grabbin' it The clocks tickin' and I'm a time that shit. You got 24 hours to find that shit. If you owe money better find that shit. Cause bitches is dyin' too behind that shit.



Supa Supreme

Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater...
These brats swam, I knew they would Your plan is working master. Of course!
(knocking) Who is it? Special delievery. Who? Who is it? It's a special delivery. Who is it. (Fuck it) UPS open up.

I just got this product transported for essay, Gea, connect to say who ? Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut puuut) coming in chicas Keep shakin' that ass like a horny Egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit Baby, I be S-T-O-N-E Crazy, red Mercury blow your spot up I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes 3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break They only break I make is when I gab the breed and jump in the get-away (It's got to be now) but for now is the only way Pop my CD in your Sony play, twist a fatty, kick back And enjoy what I got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear everyday.

Big Ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly And huant me to live in this world that don't want me A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter Murder for the smallest amount, money to count Cuban cable givin' cash around the table My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle Fatal when I see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a dangerous place You in Corona, Stone City and Babalona Dominicians got a tight grip Isatona.

Catch me in Corona, on a corner, hotter than Daytona Sippin' Arizona, power moves on a celly phona Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?) It's off the books (it's off the books baby) It's off the books this year baby.

Beatnuts, Supa Supreme team from Queens Grand Imperial and misters say "whoyoumean?"



Thinkin 'bout Cash

People are so busy listening to the music they don't see what is goin going on right below their very feet. Below the ground...

Who's the culprit? NO shame in the game, feel the pain, but my rhymes keep you numb like cocaine. It's the black rose, the life I chose, gettin' hoes, cuz you cum right on their nose. Check your visuals kid, as I illustrate through my hate, I suffa but never get enougha this ghetto livin. Can't give in, gotta get in where you fit in, black glove with the ??????. Gots ta spill the beans, I'm lurking out in Queens, where niggas carry submachines under their jeans. Bumping ???, ??? seperate into teams flash light beams like Scottie ???, pistol gripped shotties. ???, my thugs carry rocks in they B-box, C-Lox, oh what's goin on? Holding on... .that's the last straw I can't take it no more! The world is sick and Queens ??? got the cure.

If you thinking bout cash then you reading mind...to all you junk jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers, cops whose corrupting us life of crime.

Yo how the fuck you gonna do what I do? You ain't me. You niggas hate me, you niggas keep your guns on saftey. And lately you fucking with my nerves and shit, with the way you all been fucking with my work and shit. You heard right my team put it on like third reich, money-hungry germans with no life who gun fight. We love this country in the worst way, we gonna bleed the bitch, corner to corner, friday to thursday. Jump off the highway when you see Ted ???. Pop a wheeley from Corona up to Washington Heights. YOu heard right, fuckin up my money aint cool, now I gotta lift you, you know this game got rules.

I'm going all out, no doubt, let me begin, time to release the beast that rages within. I flips the script, I rip rhymes like none other, this is for my niggas, they buck wild for my butter. They been fiending while I was sitting back scheming, meditatin', now it's 7 fuck the waitin. A lotta niggas might seem ruff, but they a creampuff underneath that gansta lien stuff. I'm the authentic come check my lyrics, ain't no gimmicks or record company in it. Rappers get blown up, trying to take me out, I bust 'em open and make all they flavor leak out. My rhymes are razor sharp, nuttin to play with, the beats are nuts so you critics can't say shit.

If you thinking bout cash then you reading mind...to all you junk jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers, cops whose corrupting us life of crime.

Light the la, we got mad trees, ??? in a cypher of paroles. The clique, crazy shit, don't visit the wrong place at the wrong time and catch ???. Approximately 20 ??? spanish kids, tall boys are ???, teams start panickin'. Callin in for back up, useless, pigs get smacked up (ughh) left toothless. Cut off their walkie talkie conversation. I'm a big figure, you a crab niggar that's the situation (son). Roll out on your ass like a futon, crush you like a cruton, bag you like Willie ???. My shhiiittt tremble the walls of your neighbohr transaction, pushing more keys than Paul Schaffer, 'cept for action. Snatchin' chickens with fat ???. Beatnuts and ??? here to do y'all like that y'all. Yo hostile you know what I'm thinkin....

If you thinking bout cash then you reading mind...to all you junk jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers, cops whose corrupting us life of crime.



Uncivilized

I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions) Why too many ears at my sessions With opions, but not this year (no question) Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight So what the fuck? When I hit you know I struck Knuckle game, test and get munked Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck?

No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin' You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent You insignificant, I turn diesel niggas to involents You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it I'm killing it, word duke, I let it known don't fuck with Gobbi Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait I'm heavyweight and when I'm old and great yo I rejuvenate And duplicate, and slam man like Sumo tournaments Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your soft spaces A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy From now until I'm 50.

Uncivilized But now I start to realize

Yo turn the mic on, Ju visualize like nightcorn You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws Corona outlaws, 52 Southpaw Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded Dominican dark meat.



Gimme Tha Ass

Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know about me Cause ain't too many people who can talk about me See frontin' ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it Who wanna knock it? Get blown out the socket (Hey, who's gettin' money?) Remains the topic Stay true, somethings in it for you I know you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu That's a dream, pay attention to the scheme Follow the rules and we could all get cream.

Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass) Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash) If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm moving to fash) We can lace this blunt with hash.

Where you from? Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh Beatnuts new joint (what?) Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove Gotta make this move in 9-7 Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no younger No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the Colt 40 Toastin' the majority, stay bent With tobacco spilt on the pavement Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut No killer shit (shhhhh) That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with.

Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass) Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash) If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm moving to fash) We can lace this blunt with hash.

Yo shortie rock we can wine and dine But in time let me remind, eventually I plan to be Somewhere behind you, mind you Never the less here to refine you Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you No game shortie, don't laugh It's all math, material things just don't last So light this L and parlay with me Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me.

Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat Surrounded by strink G's As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin friendly Kick it to this chick in spicey like Wendys Tried to touch her tada, honey said "Ah-ah" Turned down the Chewbacca, but I was like...

Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass) Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash) If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm moving to fash) We can lace this blunt with hash.



Strokes

Pulling honeys like a vaccum cleaner puffed out in a Beamer Moving units like Selena Set to kill for my wiz like Tony did for Gena ??? Even ? get the finger from the front From the back I don't front crack the Conyack Honies 18 and over and if your grill busted then I can't be sober (naaaw) EVen a fat hun will the get the fat one no diggedy No hickies, strickly got to time for love just quickies Psycho, checkin' honies out like Michael, Myers They lock to my dick like plyers Twist my nuts like a fire hydrant, then I sink her Her toes in my jim hat, bust off like a sprinkler The honey winker, like (donkey noise) I give up signals Flip singles and strippers, so that the could jiggle Erotic style baby, what?

Uuah, ha ha ha ah, uuah Strokes.

A-yo it's friday night nothin' could stop Les You could find me and the fellas at a topless Slipping dollars in a G-String getting feels Lap dancing with fine honeys and hills Puerto Rican, black white some fine some wack I'm horny so all these honies got back Through my eyes all I see is Bloody Mary Parlayin' like it's my birthday April 10th I'm an Aries baby What do you say we go back to my crib Honey says "You Stone Crazy! What is you thinkin'? What is you drinkin'?" Put my hand in front of brill tell please your breath is kickin' (beeotch) Turn around and start to kick it to this other chick She was with it, giving me signals to hit it (Did you hit her?) Fromt her shitter Then I flipped her and ripped up her clitter.