Da Beatminerz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Da Connection

f/ Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Kool G. Rap

 

 * cut from the final release

 

 [Ghostface Killah]

 Yea, yea

 It's like rap pa', huh? What?

 Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What?

 Leave a mark on your face, duke

 Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks

 Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..

 

 I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips

 Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become

 Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the gram cracker

 Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in

 Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt

 Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up

 7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines

 It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle

 Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal

 Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in

 Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion

 Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten

 Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call

 Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C

 Catch me in the spot with a guillotine

 

 [Hook x2: Ghostface Killah]

 In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life

 Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife

 This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice

 Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life

 

 [Kool G. Rap]

 Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome

 Just watch how many minds get blown

 When I cock mines behind your dome

 They gon' find your bones

 With your top popped behind your home

 Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone

 B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam

 Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones

 Blind every dime in the zone

 Shit on every line in the poem

 And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol'

 B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones

 Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks

 Blast up and cut into four chunks

 Shot down and not found for four months

 Who playin outfield without a chest shield?

 Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel

 Nigga we 'bout reppin for real

 Only take a second to peel

 Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga

 

 [Interlude]

 Yo man, you spoke to that dude about that situation?

 - Yeah man, everything's straight, everything's cool, man

 I made the connection

 Yo man, I hope it ain't no Ohkeedoke, man

 I won't have no bullshit

 - Once he touch down, everything will be cool

 You hear me, mothafucka?

 

 {*beat changes*}

 

 [Cappadonna]

 Yo yo, what up? What up?

 W.T.C. in the battery, Da Beatminerz

 Shaolin, Brooklyn

 Yo

 

 The heat's still risin, y'all gon' get it

 It's me with the fitted, chain hangin

 With the flossy knitted, comin back for all y'all niggas that shitted

 Off the vacation, God-U-Nation's inside the gat truck

 I don't give a fuck, Killa Bees merge with the MC's for life

 Nigga night out, ladies too, floss too much

 It's time to jump you, live on the avenue

 The fly Gucci's, I could never sweat y'all hoochies

 Pillage for life, we don't have to shine

 Wu-Tang in the cut, we all engaged with it

 Don't never get stuck, Beatminerz got the permit

 Jail niggas keep food in the toilet

 I can't call it, three months on the bus

 No God-degree, W.T.C, we ain't changed a bit

 Dirty in the beast but we still thick

 

 {*explosion, followed by glass shattering*}