The Mix Show Songtext / Lyric

We gon send this out for every street D J

This is somethin' for the mix shows mix shows



You don't wanna go outside

Because the thugs are outside

They bustin' slugs outside

So you don't wanna go outside

Let's go



Uh, I'm outside lookin' in

I could feel it through the wind

From the streets' shore

I could see the shark's fin

They ain't eat nuttin' in a week

And they hunger is the reason why

The blood drips on the concrete



So run your juice Pit bulls drew

They gon shoot you in the head so

What good is your bullet proof

Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation

You just a rat handin' out information






You wanna run and said Clef took my paper

Clef ain't take your paper

Clef is just a narrator think I'm a singer

I'ma have you call a operator

911 now you breavin' through a respiration

All dat gun-clappin' yappin' meet me outside



You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side

So think before you speak or blood is go leak

You shouldn't have no problems understandin'

I ain't speakin' Greek I need a hundred grand



And I ain't talkin' 'bout no candy bar

Take over your strip like it's Candahar

You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars

That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard



I got gooms that stand on guard

Post up waitin' wit the toaster

Hit you from close up Bare face

No black mask no silencers

On the burners everybody hear da get blast



Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incinerators

I got power like generators

Slugs wit names on it

The message I send to haters



In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors

Me and my men for paper

We don't fear the morgue

Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve



You can't stop the shine

Play a black cloud in my dollar signs

And be a victim of a violent crime for real

The flows is death defyin'

Act real and ya neck be flyin'

Brains and guts like I was savin' private Ryan

Test the iron



And I show you a wall, cat

That's filled wit bodies

See where your balls at, if you all dat

And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies

And yours could be the next



Number 19, erased out the projects

I progress everyday I'm livin' this life

I won't stop till I'm buried, dog

I'm livin' it right

Just gimme the price and I'm willin' to take a chance

I keep it ass hard

Cause this sh- in my pants



And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these levels

You feelin' the physical form as well as the spirit

Don't try to compare it

Just listen and love to hear it

And if it's fire you know not to come near it

I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil

Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you



Check, G O D. put it down like it's burnin' hot

Execute you on the spot no warnin' shot

Comin' Timothy McVay I burn down your block

First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock



I got no competition

Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror

Keep wishin' Keep fishin'

Get a hundred and fifty stitches

Your last rights last meal last wishes



This is summin' for the mix shows

They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable

Toast bottles in blue the hydropronic goose

I spit ten words blow you to molecules

I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles



It's the jewel

Whatever I could see I could be

I saw hip-hop became a M C

Then I saw the streets became a O G

Then I learn to see myself became G O D



We get them packs off often

I'm on da block where it's scorchin'

The life that I live'll make you nauseous

Most of our niggs see a coffin

Most of our ish see abortions



Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma

Where you and your mama, grand mama

And great-grand mama live out the same drama

Where you and your father, father's fathers

Great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow



I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime

The city lookish they changed the skyline

And it's us against swine and it loosin' they mind

In the van with my grind

And thirst to gimme time



I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine

My design's undefined

I'm clearly one of a kind

It's best you realize only the fittest survive

For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside



You don't wanna come outside Masquerade

Its Blaques outside

Fam and Prolific, we all outside

So you don't wanna come outside Refugee



Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street D J

That ain't getting no real radio airplay

You know I mean

That's comin' on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin'

That got da streets on lock



This generation!