[Lil Knock]

Come and say laugh time is comin love

And give 'em one

What? Dickin in the bed fiend

Say ow, licka fam

My style don't leave one and gal

Here come Black Stal'

What? Them never know me

So strong, gal

Now, I just wan' get rid of action

Me not gon' rhyme, ya use protection

Soften up ya lips for this

We come fonder, we come sounder



[M.S.]

When I do my thing, I move the crowd like aura

M to the period S, it spells horror

Makin others in my space take deep swallows

Sorta like a barber, step in my parlor

Gotta stick wit the nicest, so I light this

Light that bulb in my head, just off excitement

That trifeness I don't deal with, because it stress me

You wouldn't know how to act, if you wasn't S, g

All my M.F.C., we mad thorough

For years to come, our shit will bump through your borough

And stay, while pay, the stack like couch

If you don't know by now, you never figure it out



[Top Dog Big Kahuna]

Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out they nines

Do think it's body bulletproof, I'mma show you his spine

Get loose one time, hop back the 4-5

Whoever think they clappin, can't happen, handle your B.I.

Cuz once I call my M.F.C., they wild out

If you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake out

You don't got it all

To many M.C.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls



[Doc Holiday]

Chew on this

And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, I'm wit my sons

Blazin buns in the back room, with D.O., Cal and Ones

Got my mic check by Cleo, C.O. bitch from Riker's

Met her on the Av., tight hold the top wit biker

Short, pussy fat, first place, I chase the cat

That brakes his arm, word is bond, D-O-C is holdin heat

Wit the force, no doubt, to knock your ass off your feet

The choice is yours, hospital or the morgue



[Chorus x4: Lil Knock]

You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow

You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow, whoa-ho



[Louieville Sluggah]

This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garment

If there is a problem, I'mma see you into promise

Truly yours, 'Ville Slug

Got your shorty, pissy off the Henny, then she drop the drawers

G.C.'d all day, even by my lonely, all ways

Reppin full stretch for the pay



[Starang Wondah]

I take off my coat, pass Sean Price the L

Bitches on the side, sayin "Starang nice as hell"

We shit on these rappers, they in hell, twice the smell

My niggas in jail, forever screamin life is hell

I might as well pick up the cell, call my bitch Rakel

Who used to be my shorty, hop friend, now it's hard to tell



[Louieville Sluggah]

They say we cock-eyed, Eye of the Tiger, just like Rocky

Can't help it, when we ride shit like a jockey

Non stoppin, hit the stage, rockin and shockin

In stealth shit, for them bitch niggas not likin



[Starang Wondah]

Aiyo this is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host

I love French toast and bitches that's high post

My M.F.C. back niggas down that try and get too close

Me and Henny gettin high on flights coast to coast



[Louieville Sluggah]

And once we touch ground, shit, that better be on flow

Grand tour, had better be ready to roll



[Illa Noyz]

Ready to roll, whether rhyme time or hold stroll

Slay Mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not show

I blow, sure to bogust, that thing ain't so tough

Like any 4X4 on doughnuts, you better hold up

Show guts, I'mma spill 'em, hot letta drill 'em

Lyrics evolve around your dome, like Chuck you chillin

I'mma slave to the rhythm, they know how I hit 'em

Noyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas become victims

They know I'm gon fix them, up with the meth

I'm fed, I mean, I'm dope like heroin on the scene

You should come clean, rhymer says you get hit with something

I'm headhunting, like football players when they crunchin

All that for frontin, you should learn to listen

Showin ya acts, your dead like Apollo in exhibition