El Prez - Task Force lyrics

[Intro] [1st Verse: El Prez] The new illuminati, yeah we the life of the party Kidnapping lame rappers and sacrificing the body Been rapping hard since Aaliyah was modeling Tommy No Bugatti, but you could wake up in the trunk of an Audi Its Trill Clinton, El Prez with the ill writtens We all eating, turn the booth into Steel's Kitchen I Got the "Juice" like I'm Orenthal J. Simpson I make the call and you gotta brawl with a hundred henchmen Inglewood salute me LA salute me California got G's all over, whats Gucci You know I'm set in the trap I'm like a f**ing Goonie And white women love me more than they love George Clooney I keep a loud pack strapped right under the Stussy Like every n***a in LA keep a b**h in the boonies You lames shop at zumies, dressing like Lil Tunechi Face it, you'll never be wavy as yours truly [2nd Verse: Chris Focus] Young Focus, middle finger, can't f** with you rap singers I'm on a different level, y'all n***as are mascara Made up, these n***as is fake f**s Please don't k** my vibe, my high is way up Out the stratosphere, catch me in the baddest gear Mark any price like I balled for the Cavaliers On point tho, same with the joint rolled "God OG" on me we annoint those Holy smokes, playing devils advocate Live the good life, pull up with the baddest b**h Everything's elaborate, luxury designer flow Let me elaborate nothing will I fabricate Patty cake, rap game baker's man Watch a n***a Buss and make bucks like a Lakers fan Y'all take the stand, never will I testify Must be a maggot outbreak cause I'm extra fly [3rd Verse: Raven Sorvino] Game so cold, yes I'm vicious Rolling through your district, ballistic Packing a biscuit I'm trying to get this dough b**h, Pillsbury biscuit Dressed up like a misfit, about to go the distance Sipping O.E n***as know me That trill a** player, with them gold teeth I must be vain or something because I rap about me?!? I'm Looking in the mirror yeah I'm so vanity I've lost my f**ing mind, yeah I'm gone: insanity I'm talking to you dog, this for my family Aww b**h please, gon' fix your weave You talking to a pimp with tricks up her sleeve Abracadabra pull a rabbit out my hat At the strip club get a dance on my lap My pockets looking fat, make it rain on her back Underground queen keep that slap in my 'lac I state facts, motherf**ers you can ask your b**h I'm dropping sh**, Rav's took a f**ing laxative BETs against me like activis Don't give a sh**, Sorvino's still the baddest b**h So get a grip and hold on it real tight Your rap's hollow, smack 'em with a steel pipe Your sh** sounds like bare(?) s**, don't feel right I'm like Nasty Nas, illmatic You b**hes all panic, (yeah) I'm here to cause damage Female Randy Savage [Outro: El Prez] Don't stop, we run up in your spots When the Task Force pop them things you get dropped Really with the sh** though n***a on me R.I.P. To 2Pac and the B.I.G