(feat. Rich Melody)



[INTRO: MC Shan]

That damn OJ

Tellin me my joint ain't comin out till '94?

OJ gotta be out of his mind, man

I'm tellin you, I'ma blow up in '93, man

They can't stop me

You crazy?

Word up

Tellin you



Yeah boy

Back in '93

To blow up once again on the hip hop scene

You know who it is, the one with the choice voice



[VERSE 1: MC Shan]

Watch me rip up shop

Cause I'm the type of rapper you despise risin to the top

Ryhmin with the force that's knockin down barricades

Callin Mr. Loverman singin girls serenades

Try to lay low - unfamiliar

Just like smokin I'm bad for your health, I could kill ya

Think I'm bluffin, wanna find out?

Then I pull the trigger to the nine and blow your muthafuckin mind out

A murder I slay, so don't sleep

The mic leave threads across your face like thee tracks from a jeep

Your coffin is your final refuge

Your death is gonna have to be revenged by your nieces and nephews

Beat you like Tyson, slice you like a butcher

Six feet underground's most likely where I put ya

I get the place in an uproar

Make you wonder what you got your little weak wack ass up for

Rhymes, I got em in excess

And I got the beats that you pump in your Jeeps and your Lexus

Lyrically I boast and I swagger

Words pierce your mind, after a while starts feelin like a steel dagger

Slice, slice, slice, dice, dice, chop, chop, chop

Look like maintenance got another mess to mop

It's '93 and I gets nuff respect

Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck



[CHORUS: Rich Melody]

Nobody bring your firearm

You can't do no harm

Nobody can try to come test we

Nobody bring your firearm

You can't do no harm

Don't flex with MC Shan, ya can't test we

[CHORUS: MC Shan]

(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)

Boy, you better slow down or get your life wrecked

(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)

Tryin to mess around with the hip hop roughneck

(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)

Boy, you better back up or get your life wrecked

(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)

Cause ain't nobody that can win me in my neck of the woods

(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want?)



[VERSE 2: MC Shan]

Shan was dead, but now I got reanimated

Had the buttons to push, but didn't know how to operate it

I'm in control of the ship now, captain

Boy, you wanna walk up and see yo what's happenin?

Some rappers think they're vicious

But at the end of it all they probably wind up doin dirty dishes

I'm risin up on an incline

And if your ass was that dope, then muthafucka, your ass woulda been signed

Ain't no goin by the book

You be just another wack muthafucka bout to get his shit took

Don't let the temper start to flare up

Cause that's when I start lookin around for shit that I can tear up

See, you don't pose a threat

Boy, we can go a few rounds, this ain't as rough as it can get

Adversaries avoid me

Many have approached, but never has one destroyed me

I'm not a force to be reckoned with

1-2, 1-2, then I start wreckin shiiieeet

I got nice, but it wasn't by accident

Necks were broke, boy, you wanna get your back bent?

Even though I'm not a girl you a-fi respect me

If you think I'm wrong, then come and correct me

It's '93 and I gets nuff respect

Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: MC Shan]

Psych - I don't need you to proof-read

Ak is on the bassline givin me the lead (indeed)

Tip-tip-toein through the tulips as I follow

Blast a hole in your chest, now the shit's hollow

I drop knowledge but I also kick ballistics

I be kickin the funky lines that mystify the mystics

Won't think twice just to send a nigga the lullaby

The next nigga that steps might get bust in the eye

I stopped spreadin hookers like mayonnaise

Cause there's a lot of things that you can catch out there in this day and age

I'm not down with the homo clique

But I'll jump inside a nigga's ass quick

Fee-fee-fi-fiddy-fo-fiddy-fum

Laugh now nigga, you used to call me bum

Now I'm buried under money

Your girl's comin to see me on the side and I'm dippin in your honey

Knockin off heads in the game like a gladiator

Records so hot, they give heat like a radiator

Assume position cause you know the proceedure

Need somebody to follow? Then let me lead ya

Now it's time to rejoice

Cause now you got another funky record that's kickin with the Shan's voice

It's '93 and I get nuff respect

Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck



[CHORUS]



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