(feat. Chop Diesel, K Banger, Tame One)



[Tame One]

One, two - this is all New Jeruz

Three, four - rough rugged and raw

Five, six - herb fat boy in the mix

Seven, eight - increase the crime rate



Tame been all city since Tootie had small titties

Come to the malls with me and I'm spendin all 50's

High again, with enough smoke to choke a fireman

Last seen with 76 Phillies like Iverson

I am bent in my environment, where I invent

lyrical violence that'll seperate the mice, from the men

I Timberland swamp stomp competition that's listenin

Twice as interesting cause I'm different

The difference in bein a champ, and goin the distance

Tame One the cheech wizard, tragic magic mental dyslexic

Be rappin backwards when I practice, mentally hit bent

Like I'm takin a shit

I drink a whole Hennessy fifth and won't trip

See me in the corner rollin chocolate chips from lil' bricks

With a Isabella twenty-twen-twen-twin like Chris Tucker

"This motherfucker," Tame is that nigga

Smoke a half wit'cha, if not then take this bag wit'cha

Tamer-D, T-H-E, Man

Smoke a whole bag of quicksand when drunk up off the Dristan



[Chop Diesel]

One, two - yo you know how we do, it's like

Three, four - strictly hardcore

Five, six - to them cats that pop shit

Seven, eight - straight from the Garden State

Nine, ten - Diesel at it again



In this rap game you WAY off, got blown out in the playoffs, listen

I'm MVP, and you ain't even gettin honorable mention

Yo' intention, should be retirin and collection yo' pension

You played the bench, your whole career, what would you really be missin?

Not a thing - niggaz is dreamin like Dr. King

I got a team, ready to make, a lot of cream

Rappers be constantly killin 'em, they should change their names

to novocaine - why?  Cause I ain't feelin 'em

Told jokers, New Jeru comin through

Slide your silly ass over, fall like October

When we roll like soldiers, you couldn't handle the weight

That's like carryin 10 boulders on your shoulder

Call me out, I do what I have to do

If you died I'd commit suicide, and go to hell just to battle you

Aiyyo face it, you ain't rippin shit

E'rything real you basic, just like first grade arithmetic



[K Banger]

K, K, born for melee

And pray one of these days you'll sound the same way

I write like my pen flows straight from the Great Lakes

Your style only fit in one template

Steady pushin bars off my chest like I'm puttin the bench weight

Just until the neck break, we livin for death sake

You're no immortal, my thoughts will scorch you

The court martial, takin crews to law school

Yo Miilk man, these fools still ride with the kickstand

I spit more than hicks chewin snuff or spit cans

It's hip, hop, whether you like it or not

Yo, what y'all want to do?  Just count it down



[Miilkbone]

One, two - what ch'all cats wan' do

Three, four - Jersey gon' stay raw

Five, six - and boy to the bricks

Seven, eight - but kid you carry weight

Nine, ten - it's Miilk and I'm back again

To mack again and rap again



Now let, me, tell you about me

Your girl beeps, me, after if you doubt me

Would I should I could I, see her with nothin on

Can't you won't you don't you get your hustle on

Master Miilk eat you and change

Eat your track, feed you the trains

Photo finish I'll defeat you in frames

Heat you in flames, you one dollar boy - I'll beat you for change

Eat your remains, f'real, this is deep in my veins

Sleep wit'cha dame, put holes in yo' head, peek at your brain

I spit FIYAH, I get hot, I got beef with the rain

Got the urge to explain, the nerve to complain

You rap smaller cuts than the diamond curvin my chain

I serve champagne make 'em wanna swerve in my lane

Miilkbone is so fly is he a bird or a plane?  C'mon



10, 9 - millimeter need a rhyme

Screamin 8, 7 - keep weapons on my mind

6, 5, 4 all y'all who get raw

3, 2, 1 Miilk and Jersey don't run