Masta k**a - Tim Westwood freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Still living by the code too many pretty women still living by the... I'm just tryna get a meal When I started rhyming wasn't tryna get a deal I was tryna get a feel h*mocide housing bodies lying in the Hill, man they nothing with me dying in the field especially when I'm tryna pay the bills A lot of y'all relying on the steel And see the court denying your appeal If y'all don't know, nothing you better know its real If it work like a workshop better know the drill I'm past childish games, y'all just tryna take me outta my game And calling my black women out of their name I'm serious stay out of my brain Understanding my slangs, Fast and Furious, stay out of my lane Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me Blaze In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave I ain't tryna burn the spot, but I'm setting my ways I'm just a Product of the block and the city I'm raised I'm still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the stroll daddy pimping them for dough Early in the morning cops kicking in the do' Man I Think somebody's snitching on the low I caught my father sniffing on that snow That's when he tried to tell me things are different than before Kids don't listen any mo', thats fo' sho' We used to ask permission from my fo' Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke I ain't tryna miss Another, meal cause love it get you k**ed And if it dont your baby mother will But y'all ain't recognizing that is, real untill that undercover pulls his shield and now it's kinda late to cut the deal So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel While im tryna get my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills I should've went to school and get a sk** But it wasn't in my future so I stealed, that's why I got this Ruger in ya' grill [Verse 2: U-God] Cracker treasure chest is one of the best Now, feel the force of the full Court press I apply to kiss the d**h, something for real the realness Untouchable, Eliot Ness, you select of vet Take me off the bench, I suppose to lynch,¨ The angel in the air you can smell my stench Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west I gave you a note, you can keep the rest RIP the whole coast when I heat the flesh At the greek fest, hit a couple of bars Smash rips on strips like bumber cars You're amongst the odds, with lies in the pelly The baby, nine, the size of a celly Now it's a dilemma like Nelly and Kelly Milk Pirelli Tower when I peel it in a hurry with a fist of fury Martini with a cherry is very necessary when I make it to the top I'mma pop Halle Berry Staten Island fairy where the legends were made In the staircase throw a rap grenade Take it back in the day, get clapped for your chain "F" the blood bath it will be half of the pain He is a high grand bullet women call him daddy Fish tank shoes jump out the Caddy Grand finale yo the champ is here The cameras glare under the chandelier While you standing there, like you can hold it down Its nine of us all of us rock the crown Tear it down down to the last compound New York mixed with a Compton style Roll bonkers wild, on the stomping ground Lay down the carpet when I'm walking down the isle Then Telephone [?] keep stalking the child For misdemeanor now I'm going to trial So included it exile like my s** while Private jet style who's the livest vet now` Pa** me a wet towel don't get Vexed now I ring it your chest when I let the tech growl [Verse 3: Masta k**a] We used to rock um, leather gooses With sheep skin coats and bombers British Walkers, sharp skinned tailor made Playboys black swede, three finger rings name plate rope chains DVD, nylon cazal frames and matching with the Kangol hat You couldn't have it, brother might snatch it Flashback 1 90 E with the mock neck Lee suit 25 nickels we shh Fresh blue on white Pumawith the track Nike Shell toe Adidas with the [?] no laces Late night summer time jam we in the park Allah Math cutting, DJ spitting his dart Sergio Ca**ini brown swede bally Jay crossed Town, [?] Fresh leather Went to wether maximum spoiler kid Legendary Duece flick Slick Rick Run DMC, Jam master Jay Wu-Tang Clan, Scott La Rock, KRS-ONE Peace to like Pun I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew Walk the avenue sky was blue half past two It's the Cold Crush Moe Dee, Treacherous Three, Spoonie G Bizzy k**a Bee, yeah yeah See crack never kept me high longer than five minutes Wallaby Clark's of course silk and linen Jumbos two for five come and get it Mamma cries tears of fear when I was wilding son Please dont wear that, people are getting k**ed for that Latin quarter union Square you had to be there The fever, MC glory, ripping the armoury This is Hip Hop to me, and for all of y'all, this is Wu-Tang Clan Signing off, you know how we do forever [Verse 4: Method man] Ay yo I gotta be around this music it's therapeutic Lick my first blunt off the day then start the movement I'm chilling in a room with a view, there's always room for improvement So I grab my coat and go and prove it Its me against the world, you can find me in the streets You don't spot me in the lobby probably find me in a freak Cop Ferraris, the law be in the lining of my seats Tryna put me in a line up till I wind up in a beast That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat? With this plate of food barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets Wore the same pelli pelli for a week But now we live the life, its such a good Life I wish that I could live it twice I'll probably make the same wish my wife Wu-Tang Clan always collect cheddar Proper education always correct error [Verse 5: Method man] Crime scene, coppers and sirens helicopters High beam the tension is Rising Fiends keeping they pipes Clean This is what life's mean? A dollar and a dream everybody wants nice things The kid was only 19, hole in his chest now, he's fighting For his last breath to seeing d**h is frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening You try to do the right thing, and they do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream sirens and light beams [?] bad shots, hitting people that they didn't mean to pop The neighbourhood's in shock, block extremely hot Another black teen shot is a normal routine for cops They should've got good grades, work the minimum wage Now they lying on the stretcher with nothing in them to save Keep it ghetto, and whatever ghetto you at Just don't love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don't love you back [Verse 6: Masta k**a] Gotta be around this music it's therapeutic First fresh thought to tell you so clear When I'm Walking my head, There's a voice that talks In my ear, I can hear it so clear (you Think im bugging right) [Verse 7: U-God] The average man, wouldn't last that lang She like to work out run Marathons She wear, tight skirts with no panties on She's a 6 foot 1 bronze amazon Saying, complaining about all the good men gone I'm from Babylon she reach the [?] Holding jails in the nail salons She rock Coco Chanel her smell was strong With skin like velvet, she robbed my bank She gave, no [?] Sipping long [?] She a spread eagle at the tip of the bed She rubbed on her legs this is what I said Rap music is therapeutic to me [Verse 8: Method Man] Ay yo You ain't lived 'till you made your first million And top models wanna pop out yo Children I thought I told you Wu tang is for the Children Way Before rap moving crack in your building Yeah, now whats the price of rice in China These women tryna raise the price of her vagina Me, Im tryna live and get the grinder Like Diddy, but I ain't tryna give the Shyne up Pop pop pop off no question See Ol' Dirty like it raw no protection When the kid hold quart no objections Meth needs his Money out the door no exepction I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a Xanax and Viagra You Think im tripping, aiming the trick and But keep a snow Bunny in the kitchen I'm the master like k**a