Usual Suspects - Mic Geronimo feat DMX, Ja Rule & The LOX

[Mic Geronimo]:
Introducing the suspects
DMX, Ja Rule
LOX, Hussin'
Mic Geronimo (my n_ggas)

What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the f_ck up
Driveby money talkin' sh_t yo back the truck up
Ya'll n_ggas don't respect me but you fear me
And fear is better than respect, ya'll n_ggas hear me?
If I smack the sh_t outta this n_gga
His man over here be like "yo, what? n_gga what?"
But his man is like "psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my sh_t always bounce like D-M to the X
I can bring it from up here, to enough is enough
Down to, "aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
I play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles
Take his and hers, n_ggas is couraged, I get wild
So don't make me me angry, you wouldn't like when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
(What?) Catch me when I'm sleepin', with one eye closed
One guy chose the dogs, left one got froze, filled with holes

[Ja Rule]:
Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' they touch this here
It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah
Which Bentley's? Ice drippin' off the jewels, daily
Ja the one, what? ya'll don't hear me, n_gga
Ya'll remember me, C-M-C, 95 December
Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hos try to console me, rec's exec's wanna own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so many who pushed roadie before me
Ja, hit 'em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertantly sh_ttin' on the Top 20
Ya'll n_ggas kill me, talkin' like ya'll can't be touched
See by the time ya'll realized, I be done touched you up you
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump n_gga, what?
Think again if you though I gave a f_ck

[The LOX]:
Yo, yo, yo
It's pitiful everything's politcal
But I got more rounds now, so all ya'll can get a few
You know the sh_t that we be on, the three on
"Must Be the Money" like Dion, now she see on
Playa you hot sh_t, I'd rather pop shells
Twist L's, blow chap with the rap cartell, n_gga

One nation on the gun, LOX style
I bring it to your mother, the price
To get ice if you f_ck with my brotha
You know we're in New York, f_ck the undercovers

Uh huh, yeah, it's family affair, you find it rare
My n_ggas stick together, and none of us care
We ain't got time for cages, doin' ages
Thinkin' of my crew, holdin' my two razors
Lock in there, Lockin' out, I play the block
Poppin' up, poppin' out, I pop the shot
I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns
Honeys sellin' crack, with this pack on your son
It ain't my fault I wanna a vault full of money
The sh_t is that real, I seen a n_gga shoot a honey
Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer
If it ain't a bullet, then I'm a die from cancer
Puff out til my lungs is gone, and n_gga it's a war
Til the guns is gone

Yo, true miati shown me, the Hell's another level
I'm blessed my law, possessed by the devil
Born in this crime, I've been sworn to do
It's Slang you fake thugs, it's my form into
I'm a bleed to five til my dyin' day
Sprayin' the AK til this world decay
If the Feds wanna stay, you gon' make 'em pay
Cursin' they whole life, til they old and gray
In the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit
Will they murder me in Hell, crucify my lyrics?
Only time and if it tells, and I know that you feel it
All my n_ggas in the cell, yo I'm with you in spirit
Nothin' nice 'bout a n_gga when he doin' his bids
Comin' home to the next man, raisin' your kids
To my thugs in the Bridge, hold ya heads
Cause n_ggas is gon' feel it til they cold and dead

[Mic Geronimo]:
Hmm...yeah, yeah, now
Runnin' with five n_ggas, criminal diguised n_ggas
The live n_ggas, pull a Mac what? surprise n_ggas
Holdin' my mics stilletto like, invitin' these water head brothers
To get splashed back and take it light
Slidin' back when I was 16, Romelo my brother
Told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow
Seein' how I'm a young Othello
Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin' black DeNiro
The boss of this, gettin' tossed to Crys'
The barber sh_t, we ballin' flawlessly
Forever ya'll brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you n_ggas under pressure, we form
Here I am, if it's on then it's on
If the world was yours, could you keep it from a n_gga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see, motherf_cker

Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect n_ggas....yeah
What ya'll thought I was gone?
Never that, Vendetta
Ya'll see

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