Chorus MC's it's on you DJ's it's on you And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you It's on you [Verse 2: Eno Red Rum] For those who boost
since we started We cold hearted Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli I
lead.. (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) It's a crazy
money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm
till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz Streched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin
tribe's the cash dump Known as a musician, imitator act up Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task And I set out from the beginning, to kick on
fast, get away; it's all she wrote! It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it You grab it! - Stare at an album, so good at it! Certified hood
opposites attract If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get ya back C'mon [Hook:] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the
love, up to the streets, With you on my mind, the walk starts again But you'll never be mine. I want you more, I can't help but want you more I can't
It's all just the same as I left it I want you more, I can't help but want you more I can't stop chasing your love I want you more, I can't help but
started Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late
do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard
's mind in his ring walk If it's beef I suggest to you that you bring chalk Everything is more merciless than a Ming thought You in county and thought
Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you) Un-der-stand, I'm not fucking around with you Try to resist I'll dismiss you Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck
Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin
who paid Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
: [Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
saying You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig Ha ha ha ha [Chorus:] Beamer's, Bently's double R's, Ferrari's Everytime I seen shorty where
