Phife Dawg - 4 Horsemen (192 n' It) lyrics

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Phife Dawg - 4 Horsemen (192 n' It) lyrics

[Intro - Phife Dawg] Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife This is how we hold it down every night Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife Money in our pocket and our chicks is right Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife This is how we hold it down every night Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife Aiyyo, money in our pocket and our chicks is right [Verse One - Big Lo] There's a lot of n***as out there that spit that sh** And there's alot of motherf**ers that just talk sh** But a n***a like me, I got hundred percent G To get a homeless n***a come and cop a tape off me I do my thing with the flows, do my thing with the hoes And my n***a Bay Lloyd keep a fresh pair of both When it's time to rock raps you better be on your toes It's Big Lo, I come through with the murderous rhymes Man, Mike got sh** but he ain't f**in' with mine Chick be like, yo who the f** left the p**y open? Feelin' f**ed up in his skins while he strokin' Mad cause a n***a like me left it open I'm the cat on the low in the hood, who be creepin' Catch me with a hot black chick or a Rican If shorty blow the spot, f** it we just won't be speakin' But trust me she'll be back by the motherf**in' weekend Cause I stays on my toes when it comes to the freakin' I kick the hot sh** that keep my whole team eatin' [ Verse Two - Bay Lloyd] When it comes to rap, I got a arm like a quarterback The n***a to but your daughter on the track, and sell her body Not stressed for paper, there's more to rap It's the fans, they like to see me pop bottles at every party Got our band's website, for fiends to order crack I'm the man of my hood, I thought I told you that, don't be nervous You're worthless, BE ALL YOU CAN BE! Y'all n***as better off joinin' the service Don't hustle y'all baby (mama), why don't you sell garbage Twelve-twelve fifty eighths, hear me take off like Curtis Mayfield, and reach a n***a, stay still Y'all n***as, don't you know can't f** around with Bay's sk**s Come in heavy like Durangos with thick soles I'd rather hair stores sell weave to Kim Coles [Hook 2x] This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what! Runnin' through life and not givin' a f** Gotta get your paper, never mind these s*uts They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get bu*t [Verse Three - Snag] Hit the record bu*ton Snag's about to floss logic, tape deck I spit more cla**ics then n***as been raised by poppin' acid Now peep my tactics, flat on they back, without a mattress When I go birdy, Snag in the Gucci casket I brought platinum back, but it's only on the plastic It's the fourth quarter, peep the Snag as he stretches Y'all n***as claim you playas but you warmin' up the benches I back-crack b**hes on mats, whip out extensions Hit the box on your backboard, piss on your track boy Hijack a car for the landin' and then k** you Shea Stadium, on the roof of the Paladium And get head, 'til I bob through, this chick is premium If any gun's pulled Snag'll be the one aimin' 'em Lettin' off like a menace, all at your f**in' tree And leavin' you careless, Snag said it it's time to end it [Verse Four - Phife Dawg] Last but not least it's Mutt Ranks Nice with the mic and you can take that to the bank Knockin' all you maggots out the park like the Yanks First n***a on stage, that's my word he's gettin' shanked No longer Phife Dawg, see them bloody days are done with Mutty Ranks now! Time that I get on some dumb sh** It's great goin' solo thats my motherf**in' word! You know my style Bay, gotta put myself first Anybody poppin' sh** then they get what they deserve With chicks I get more action than a motherf**in' verb Come one, come all and you all will get served Cats is hard-headed when the f** will they learn Too many fraud rappers, I don't know what them a deal with (Jamaican accent) For those that's hard of hearin', G I'ma make you feel it f** your pot smokin' and your sips of Hennesey The p**y that you get, what the f** that mean to me? Handcuff these clowns and the rhymes they be sayin' One smack to the mouth and they know you ain't playin' When I'm on the mic, son there won't be no delayin' Them n***as frontin' hard be the same n***as prayin' Knawmsayin'? [Hook 2x]