Ed Miller - Gang's All Here lyrics

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Ed Miller - Gang's All Here lyrics

[Thunderfoot] Aiyyo I been spittin this rap sh** for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples? Blow spots wit no Glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your a** home bop, you got a flow--not [Illa Noyz] I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch n***as just cremate Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run Some blessin the section, givin them n***as quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick a**, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal [Steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, S-T got seniority Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree (k** out to all the enemy, we k**in all a dem k** out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [Doc Holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you sh** poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip a** Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay sh**tin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [Lidu Rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my MFC n***as'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight n***a Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut n***as like cla** and gla** from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the f** y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies f** sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all n***as boast too much, about the sh** you got I hope the money save that a** when the sh** get hot It's Lidu Rock [Rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll f** you up like Henny and Remmy ?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream "gimme" To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't f** wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed f** what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop f**in askin me why Ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back (k** out to all our enemies, we k**in all a dem k** out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [Rustee Jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division k**a Cartel-N-MFC in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion n***as got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [Supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin n***as at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to n***as thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all n***as wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O [Tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen You just rappin, b**h n***as get b**h smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an IRS audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know n***as got Desert E's and PK's [Starang] Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes Ain't sh** changed, see y'all n***as take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your a** for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags b**h, come wit some better sh** Son them n***as probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it n***as on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the sh** Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William H. is the name, MFC's the click Y'all n***as takin us out?, y'all smokin the sh** (Retreat retreat, all p**y boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all p**y boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over) [Ruck] SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys f**in co*kroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like D-Con, see Sean be on some sh** from day one Spray guns at funny style n***as who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one bu*t-f**in your chick wit a mothaf**in gauge son Who said that? Ruck said wack sh**, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack I read that, n***as want beef aiyyo so get back ?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin n***as who said that You f**in wet back, smack you wit the f** med's pack Then have s** at, the same place I park my Lex at [Buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the OGC I never heard of that n***a, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement k**a, hustle dope sh** so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a n***a guillotine sh** Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothaf**er two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your a** whippin n***a, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [Rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [Louieville Sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean" So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ?" Yo my mouth spittin arson, new sh** is startin But ain't sh** changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like Marv, I'm on the job First rob and ?slug? mothaf**ers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my n***as I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, cuz all my n***as is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja Ja, and bring yo a** here to poppa [Talking and threats to the end]