Clipse - Re-Up Gang Intro lyrics

[Ab-Liva:] Who f**ing with Re-Up? Can see us, conceited How we art-fully paint these pictures, how they see us Dope dealer swagger that proceeds us Reads much to those that walk the walk, how they perceive us Rap game need us, needless to say But the creep up, locksmith, how I had them keys cut Who can touch 10 up in they ceiling when they reach up? Anybody can be k**ed, is what history teach us! Godfather II, we on the rise, but I'm bothered by this view Totem pole top; honor with the few It's what we need-ed, heeded, He is Sorta what the Greeks was, on Mount Olympus, can't reach us Coy not to misconstrue it, prove it Simply through the music, HD, but a n***a drew it It's real life, you can't cue it Life is a b**h's no matter how you view it [Pusha-T:] No mentions of the best without mentioning the .4 The tales of moving powder like the Yetis, the allure The writers screamed more, yet they don't run to the store With all this money in the streets to write a verse is like a chore! Ignore the lies that they tell Under my cuticle, proof of pies that I sell Guess life in jail is but a manicure away; Well I don't feel like getting my nails done today, yuechh! While you n***as was blueprinting Jay I was in the kitchen with the sketch of Michael "Fray" Salters! Of course I'm talking minus the coffin Want kis at a discount? Come cop from the auction Sorry but, I don't respect who you applauding Little n***a flow, but his metaphors boring Don't make me turn daddy's little girl to orphan That would mean I'd have to k** Baby like abortion! [Sandman:] Who you think you f**in' with? Man go 'head with that s**a sh**.. I know you n***as trash Y'all be on that other sh**; so wack, make you wonder sh**: Who signed the deal for that? Matters to me none, the splattering is be-gun My steelo, Neo, The One My ma-xi-mum, is Ma-xi-mus, you act as if There is no one who can save you from us verbal gladiators! f** it if you want it then Re-Up'll make ya plummet; I anchor with banger backed by that cannon in 300 Rocking blood diamonds, blood money, blood ties as Slugs flying, blood drying, you dying Typical ending, the rims keep spinning The wheels stay waxed and that's that The game in the bag, like crack — who f**ing with my squad? Cookin' up that raw for ya fiendin'-a** iPods [Malice:] Re-Up in the Gang, when ever have you ever such; Splendor at its best? Modern-day King Tut Bathe in our spoils, I tell my n***as drink up Money over b**hes, am I my brother's keeper? I color the verse, each one a Mona Lisa Re-Up-the-Elite the most famous of the Caesars Chariots of fire, we single file the fevers Laughing at rhetoric, we just not believers Tables like Everest, all my n***as' fears... Cum laude with this coke sh**, we're over-achievers Tower of Pisa, leaning In that late model something, searching for life's meaning Yeahhh, to the pot from the triple beam.. And wait for the return, like the Nazarene.. And how sweet is majesty? We feed it to the street, what a tragedy!