Tracey Lee - Bluntz & Bakakeemis lyrics

{Yogi} Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie Down Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds Plus the Rhythim Blunt stuck up, mutha uck (The Might Ha: Hit him the head Voo) Word to Uncle Buck {Antionette} Aiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to state No debate, Antionette's been hot since '88 What? n***as floss since I made Who's The Boss Big Yog, had the stove, now the Holocaust is mad drama Mad scama, drinkin Bahama mammas Eatin n***as up like Jeffrey Dhama Illegal self dirty cats, n***as duckin down from the claps No shorts, no acts Sittin pretty like Frank Nitty, forgive me New York sh** is in me, mad love for my city All hail the Queen of the C.R.U My peeps call me too, they k**in till I'm thru Get hit between the eye like Moe Green with the sh** that ya fiend Hold the scars up with Mabeline, check the seed Young dums laced impressed me, buts how I get the lex with the she Aiyo I used to be shy, but now I speak my mind I used to pack eights, but now I pack a nine I used to the girl known for dissin MC Lyte But now that sh** is squashed and everything's allright I used to be a female that was straight up hardcore Flipped R&B just to hit the dance floor Figured out quick that's as soft as I can get But now I'm back and harder than a dick {Tracey Lee} sh** is sick, so hit ahead n***a No run of the mill n***a, but a real n***a With flows wetter than gold diggers I flow n***as like Frank Glims the name list L-Rocks, for all the changes But the game with the game flow Playin to Pakistan Last of the real premiere n***a with the ma** appeal n***as know the fact, that I got mad sk**s then Hova Mic like a rover, R.N.F. for life, I told ya I set off like the bridge is over A wild n***a who be k**in more cats than Villanova Hittin in ease with lyrical styles open willies Than sippin on fifth sarilly, in the sixth under series You know the staff with me, is suppose to blast with me & bullsh** That comes out of the mic, from studio pulls to pull pitts With full clips, get devoured like that Count stacks, and house n***as with the power like snaps Rollin hard deep, to weak n***as who wanna start beef Me and the Cru, this how we do it in the East, muthaf**a {Chadeeo} Now let me tell ya n***as, what's really goin on Lyrical tornados, hurned and brainstormed But I flows for now, and gunfire later Leave a hole in you the size of a crater Rape paper chase, got lives gettin erased Now I grab mics, plugged them in front of my face Represent Cru, with rhymes or gunsparks Whatever it takes n***a, till d**h do us part {Jim Hydro} When my Cru be comin thru, ya better recognize You don't know the steez, then an*lize n***as be playin, so if they want flag We hit the tags, and the black R rags I got the steel, to keep it real Stayin strapped, with the gats Puerto Ricans and blacks, we heat sacks and bluntz yes I know One to the two to the Jim Hydro {Chadeeo} Bringin it down a level on the lay back side This chaz attitude is a Jeckel & Hyde With no matter what, you step up Aiyo my wild side, will have to arrupt {Yogi} Cuz we comin equip with the loaded Bronx Bomber Ya wanna step up better wear a suit of armor And the bulletproof vest, if you try to see me The Rhythim Blunt a smoke ya then grab a Bakakeemi