(feat. John Doe)



[John Doe]

For the record Im'a bring the unexpected

Neglected shit that'll makes your moms wanna

Go out and select 'n check it

The other day I heard pressure burst the pipe

Musta been the night when I was out

Coolin' with my wife

Stay in school and get a life is

What I tried to tell 'em

But I guess he said "Fuck that! I'd rather be a felon"

Yellin "Cream" but at the same time had a dream

I'm in his team

Wouldn't have to stress a mother fucking thing

You know the routine

You seen it before

One shot to your belly

Blow your spleen through the door

And that's on the tapes it makes me mad

When niggas say shit like this can't motherfuckin' happen

The shit I'm rappin 'bout is fact

Get rich drop mics

And have your girl screamin' "who the fuck is that?"

Dread lock with the headlock

Putting niggas on deadlock

Fuck wit' me? You  bet' not

John Doe, goddamn I'm glad he came

Motherfuckers sleeping on me

Like my name was Daddy Kane

And if that's the case

You're wasting your time

And on the low

Your flow ain't worth a motherfucking dime



[Diamond]

Niggaz be like D-B on some old throwback shit

I scoop your little birdie on some Bobby Womack shit

The best you ever heard, fuck that, you know that shit

Perpendicular to most, with the flow that's sick

Lookin sporty in the 740 (aight) put the G on the shorty

Even if I'm tore down, from a 40

No advertisement or chastisement

The ice on my neck make the honey's eyes squint

Every, chance I get, from the stance I pick

Flick your ass on the floor like a cancer stick

No more, jokes and games, I hope to claim

I want, boats and planes, ice ropes and chains

When it, pours it rains, so I'm weatherin the storm

Been away for three joints and still better than the norm

Yo I'm deep rooted, for this here, I be suited

I do it to you all night girl, when I be booted

Find out, have you screamin time out

Your big lover man chillin with the shine out

Girl I blow your mind out, we can wine and dine out

Reclined on my system, Alpined out..



[John Doe]

You ever heard a murder?

The lyrical kind? Well, I got a rhyme

That'll make a nigga shit a few times

Hit a few dimes but I'm, never raw

In '98 you wack motherfuckers better score *echoes*

Or feel the blast

Cause John Doe's rhymes are tighter than a

Mosquito's ass

News flash John Doe and Diamond about to flex

Plus we raw like motherfuckin' unprotected sex



[Diamond]

Tryin to build a monopoly, Franklins on top of me

I go to the Roof, if 97 start rockin me

No stoppin me, on the verge to blow

And I, splurge the dough from the words I know

From the true and living, bonafide top contender

Not a pretender, I live my life in splendor

Uhh, remember, I got the ill type phonetics

You wack MC's sound pathetic [echoes]