Joe Nicolo - Six Bad Brothas lyrics

This is roll call, homeboy 1 (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 2 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 3 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 4 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 5 bad brothas (Ooh, that's funky, mama) 6 bad brothas Ready? Hit it [ VERSE 1: Ganxta R?dd ] Pong, Don Simone on the microphone You like the sound? Don't touch the ba**, homes Drop it, you can't stop it, you wish you would 'Kick it in the hood...' - you never could Good, better than bad, the new fad But your 6-4 can never touch my Cad The granddad, now you call me superior You know my name, but me, I never hear of ya Rid - R-i-d, now say it backwards D-i-r, Director In Control Respective You think you're rollin, jock holdin walkin around But the T.R.I.B.E. rides deep, so deep you might drown Now, you picked a letter You picked the r, it's time to fade the trendsetter Never, I'm just too clever, cause I'm the Ganxsta To k** ya, you're the worm in my drink, ya Intoxicated, r rated with the content This one's so funky, gotta use it in my concert You get hurt if you try to revert to any other ]From the Six Bad Brothas 7 bad brothas 8 bad brothas 9 bad brothas 10 [ VERSE 2: Ganxta R?dd ] 10, chin, you give the pin to the hench men A kite was shot straight to the hit man 6 is better than 1 But Six Bad Brothas with guns Packin 808 kick drums Bad muthaf**as, six wanted hustlers Down for the count, we k** you with a muffler Silence - they said real bad boys move in silence But the hard loud ones are more violent I keep strollin cause of the mic I'm holdin 16 deep, so you know we rollin Doin it like gangsters, rollin like stars Busters beat up girls and tuck behind the hard Hardcore, identical to the last one All you can do is make beer runs You got it like this, we got it like that Man, y'all ain't be got no gat... Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is the winnin team (Why you say that?) Cause we get the loudest scream So hold your b**h tight, cause we're all fighters, not lovers Yeah, Six Bad Brothas 7 bad brothas 8 bad brothas 9 bad brothas 10 (Ooh, that's funky, mama) Godfather, you think they can get with T.R.I.B.E.? [ Godfather ] Na, na, na, na, na Tell em, T.R.I.B.E [ all ] Na, na, na, na, na Godfather - a bad brotha (King Roscoe) - a bad brotha (K.O.D.) - a bad brotha (E.K.A.) - a bad brotha (O.M.B.) - a bad brotha Ganxta R?dd - a bad brotha And to the T.R.I.B.E. - some bad brothas Yeah Word to the brothas [ VERSE 3: Ganxta R?dd ] I don't need an application for this ryhme creation A boo-yaa to ya with the rhyme reputation Multiply like a fly, opponents realize 6 bad brothas finna energize ??? rhyme sayer is what you wanna be I said a rap, he was crap, sounded more like a summary O is on the go, known to be a bragger Goin straight to all you posses like a 12" dagger Suicidal, emotion will result in disgrace A rhyme sayer, a player simply settin the pace Temperature flare to a certain degree And like a cold we got symptoms inside you will see Now our dry cell an*lyzed, we can't be defined Coordinated, updated with the one-track mind Yo, the mind (what is the mind?) The mind is a tool that make busters go blind Manipulator, fader, perpetrator hater Innovator, debater, operator, calculator Rap schooler, and there ain't no cooler When it comes to MC's, Boo-Yaa the rap rulers 1 bad brotha 2 bad brothas 3 bad brothas 4 bad brothas 5 bad brothas 6 bad brothas That's all it takes, homeboy (Ooh, that's funky, mama)