K Banger - A Few Good Men lyrics

[Tame One] One, two - this is all New Jeruz Three, four - rough rugged and raw Five, six - Perth Amboy in the bricks Seven, eight - increase the crime rate Tame been all city since Tootie had small titties Come to the malls with me and I'm spendin all 50's High again, with enough smoke to choke a fireman Last seen with 76 Phillies like Iverson I am bent in my environment, where I invent Lyrical violence that'll seperate the mice, from the men I Timberland swamp stomp competition that's listenin Twice as interesting cause I'm different The difference in bein a champ, and goin the distance Tame One the cheech wizard, tragic magic mental dyslexic Be rappin backwards when I practice, mentally hit bent Like I'm takin a sh** I drink a whole Hennessy fifth and won't trip See me in the corner rollin chocolate chips from lil' bricks With a Isabella twenty-twen-twen-twin like Chris Tucker "This motherf**er," Tame is that n***a Smoke a half wit'cha, if not then take this bag wit'cha Tamer-D, T-H-E, Man Smoke a whole bag of quicksand when drunk up off the Dristan [Chop Diesel] One, two - yo you know how we do, it's like Three, four - strictly hardcore Five, six - to them cats that pop sh** Seven, eight - straight from the Garden State Nine, ten - Diesel at it again In this rap game you WAY off, got blown out in the playoffs, listen I'm MVP, and you ain't even gettin honorable mention Yo' intention, should be retirin and collection yo' pension You played the bench, your whole career, what would you really be missin? Not a thing - n***as is dreamin like Dr. King I got a team, ready to make, a lot of cream Rappers be constantly k**in 'em, they should change their names To novocaine - why? Cause I ain't feelin 'em Told jokers, New Jeru comin through Slide your silly a** over, fall like October When we roll like soldiers, you couldn't handle the weight That's like carryin 10 boulders on your shoulder Call me out, I do what I have to do If you died I'd commit suicide, and go to hell just to battle you Aiyyo face it, you ain't rippin sh** E'rything real you basic, just like first grade arithmetic [K Banger] K, K, born for melee And pray one of these days you'll sound the same way I write like my pen flows straight from the Great Lakes Your style only fit in one template Steady pushin bars off my chest like I'm puttin the bench weight Just until the neck break, we livin for d**h sake You're no immortal, my thoughts will scorch you The court martial, takin crews to law school Yo Miilk man, these fools still ride with the kickstand I spit more than hicks chewin snuff or spit cans It's hip, hop, whether you like it or not Yo, what y'all want to do? Just count it down [Miilkbone] One, two - what ch'all cats wan' do Three, four - Jersey gon' stay raw Five, six - Amboy to the bricks Seven, eight - but kid you carry weight Nine, ten - it's Miilk and I'm back again To mack again and rap again Now let, me, tell you about me Your girl beeps, me, after if you doubt me Would I should I could I, see her with nothin on Can't you won't you don't you get your hustle on Master Miilk eat you and change Eat your track, feed you the trains Photo finish I'll defeat you in frames Heat you in flames, you one dollar boy - I'll beat you for change Eat your remains, f'real, this is deep in my veins Sleep wit'cha dame, put holes in yo' head, peek at your brain I spit FIYAH, I get hot, I got beef with the rain Got the urge to explain, the nerve to complain You rap smaller cuts than the diamond curvin my chain I serve champagne make 'em wanna swerve in my lane Miilkbone is so fly is he a bird or a plane? C'mon 10, 9 - millimeter need a rhyme Screamin 8, 7 - keep weapons on my mind 6, 5, 4 all y'all who get raw 3, 2, 1 Miilk and Jersey don't run