RED HOT LOVER TONE - 4 My Peeps (Buckwild Version) lyrics

(feat. M.O.P., Notorious B.I.G., Prince Poetry)

[Biz Markie] (Get on the mic)

Check it out yo

[ Red Hot Lover Tone ]

For all my muthafuckin niggas, word to Hurb, we got stupider

Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter

Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden

Cause I madden, I have been, suckers wish they hadn't

I'm baggin the bitches grabbin my pockets - fatten

Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin

So what you gonna do when I come through your town

With mad niggas who +love+ bein locked down

Facin convictions, throwin caniptions

I got more riches 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 ya, you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted

That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard

I'm gettin figures from my rap niggas

Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

Introducin the black bastard from Bedrock

Guaranteed to make your head rock

Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots

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 ferocoius

Feel the weight when I'm crushin them

Bumrushin em, stuffin em

I put the pressure on em, hon

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ

He's just nice, he just sliced

Like a ginzu, look what I been through

The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East

The black nine, hard to find muthafucka

After the rhyme press rewind, muthafucka

Strictly for my niggas

[Prince Poetry of Organized Konfusion]

I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over

The Universal Soldier of hip-hop, somebody shoulda told ya

40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please don't

[??]Sleepwalk[??] the unforbidden when most MC's won't

Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, it's

Hectic, I'm like antisceptic on record

Disinfect your [?????], sound seizen your sector

Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca

I'm known, Prince, Organizin with the Red Hot Lover

And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another

Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin

Do you like it, hot chocolate after dark, uh, or scared to get you hooked in

You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type

Representin my niggas rockin, rockin the mic right

Harcore M.O.P. type shit

Peace to my other half and my niggas doin bids

[Li'l Fame of M.O.P.]

I used to start more shit than high school bullies

I was doin my thing since my nigga Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pullies

I break niggas up like referees

Put em on point, pack out my joint and makin em move like refugees

Li'l Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still?

Niggas that fuck around'll catch a beatdown from Brownsville

I'm goin all out the western way

Old school or new school, I beat your ass like it's freshmen's day

[Billy Danzenie of M.O.P.]

For y'all wanna-be MC's f.a.g.'s

You gon' fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze

I'm representin for all mines with nines

Hardcore's in town, my niggas that get down

A Hillfigure on the trigger (true)

Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through

Stopped puffin the lye, still sippin the brew

So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you loose

[Red Hot Lover Tone]

(It's Li'l Fame, muthafucka - slap, Little Mallet)

Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossin suckers like salad

Incredible vocabulary comin from the Brooklyn freak

Peace to Fulton 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 have your girl lookin for me in broad daylight with a flashlight

- pillow and matress on her back

Cause yo shit is wack

So here goes the No-Doze, I'm puttin it on foes who oppose

Comin off like porno pantie hose

Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G.

The M.O.P., from R-e-d

For all my niggas in the NYC

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