Cappadonna - Iron Maiden lyrics

"What you doin' on our turf punk? [I got a message for Smokey...] Give it... [Are you Smokey, man?] Give it! [If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo motherf-ckin' message...] Motherf-cker, I said give me the message! [It's from Willie, in the slam...] n***a, you been busted? [Yeah, the man picked me up...] Well I ain't got no f-ckin time to play with you. Now give me the message... [Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3. Told me to tell y'all motherf-ckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while?] No, that's out man. You know, what could we The Lords do with a punk like you? [Kiss my a**, motherf-cker...] Burn him! [Just me and you motherf-cker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your f-ckin eye...."] [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, Gambino n***as who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs Sit back jollyin' My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and Drug Somalians pollying Many raps they crocheting A-yo Iron, these n***as portraying But haven't been paying For real, slide on these n***as like a fresh pair Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade Throw a blade, f** getting laid Guzzle this sh** like Gatorade Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede Connecting with the high stylist, dun Light up a chalice I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style n***as on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my sh** out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doing this a century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Palladium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me with velour on [They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. f** 'em up bad] [Verse 2: Ghostface] 'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank & Trust Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hitting white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailing, walked in, my Earth start kneeling Started stealing, I'm too ill, see we're grilling at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain k** rap f** benadryl the violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sipping mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wilding [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap paramedical the wizard Cappadonna, never catering to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You order five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowing with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling I cut your face a Buck 50 sure why you smiling? For violating my position I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I'm PLO TKO every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno Veteran for rapping with the new set of Wu the hard rapping Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clapping When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evening, I have a by myself meeting Thinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beating From my mental slanging, b**hing rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch hell here Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards [The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause n***as need to be got. He need to be Taken off of here. That's right.]