90s Flow

[Intro: Rell & Fat Joe] Can't nobody stop my flow Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo (Ahh) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I rep New York way above the rest Whippin' the double R, knockin' Crooklyn's best (Baby-baby) Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker If mines don't shoot ya, Pistol P gon cut ya Slay hit me up, say he the black Fat Joe again So I pull a mask, grab the straps, now I'm going in Mind on my money, and money bring the problems See my nine never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot him (Blat) Summertime in the city where the bodies drop Your enemies'll throw a party like it's Mardi Gras Nigga, I'm right here, you know right where BX, New York, Polos and Nike Airs I'm liable to bring a lion to a dogfight Reliable to push the iron on an off night Slay got the streets locked, Mello got the Garden packed Told him, "Thirteen for the half" and he brought it back [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game, this is not a show We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks, can't nobody stop my flow [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, you would think I'm in a laundry mat, powder everywhere One blink like poof, I'm in Times Square With a dime, yeah, she fuckin' with a crime bear Name be off the lights stuck like a blind dare Y'all make sure y'all fix the G Don't want nothin' crooked around here 'less a crook schemin' on me Together we live, forever I burn With an antibiotic flow, controlling y'all germs Medellin crop dog cartel I'm Roger Moore in the double-O suite sippin' Martell '86 Giant, you can ask Parcell Raided niggas' flats, grey and black R shell Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter Snatched niggas' eggs and shit, bone ya senorita Large Glocks, mortgage is fifteen in three spots Interest is too far, you can't eavesdrop You can't sneeze, ock Got the Slomin's shell system high power, look, hidden in the trees, hop Hop over my gate, I come out blazing And a nigga stay in a rage so I ain't grazing [Verse 3: Raekwon] Haulin' sharks snorkels, Russian hats Cooling in Amsterdam, the windchill factor is a wrap My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear Stuntin' magazine and some gear We clear on how to cook, rhyme and sling Most of my blings is auctioned, now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain Forbes horse smell of her fragrance, maxing in France Harry Winston made a belt for my pants A hundred for the necklace, two hundred on the watch That's infectious, your money ain't pure, I can't protect this You live in the trenches, wrangling the Sprint bus Guns is under the loveseat with the dumb dust Pump one, pump 'em all, pass the suitcase with the blue faces Rubber band wrapped in shoelaces Yeah I can't call it, it's just living, I orbit Shit is so hard, don't gotta talk it [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] I wore shiny suits with Puff, did freestyles with B.I.G Made Reservoir with Hov and I'm back, my nig' G-G-Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig Half of that boy or a ki' of that Lindsay Dropped the EP now New York is in a frenzy Been waiting on the LOX, these lil' niggas rappin' like they twelve So I guess they waiting on they pops O-Old nigga, new nigga need to know this Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with me, Styles and Kiss This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring Beef is when I'm sitting in the garage you parked your car in Still go out on the block, get high, give goons a dap With you, it's only when you rap Put the gun down pussy, who the fuck you gon' clap? Get the fuck out the game If you wasn't hot last year, '14 gon' be the goddamn same, nigga [Chorus: Rell & Lil Fame] It's not a game, this is not a show We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks, can't nobody stop my flow (You already know, Slay, I got you baby, uh) [Verse 5: Lil Fame] I'd love to get a Grammy and eventually will Right now, my main focus letting them centuries build Bentley for real jade red, haters want me dead But the Lord want me living, fuck prison, I'm in position Tiptop condition, listen, I'm on my toes Get pussy on the reg', got no time for these hoes Half these niggas rap comedy shows, cold-blooded punks Don't wan' shoot it out, don't wan' dump I expose niggas who forty and lived through one story, doggy Ain't in the gang with me, my killers came with me Watching everything shifty I was trained to lay down that murder game, kick dirt on my name First the flame hit your brain, aim like Saddam Hussein Give it to any nigga, any terrain Fuck what niggas sayin', man, I'm tryna maintain, nigga Yeah, I'm tryna maintain [Verse 6: N.O.R.E.] Ayo, since '96, came in the game, no tricks '98, Violator shit with Eric Nicks Rest in peace Chris, we piss glamorous conglomerate Still Islam-in' it, real niggas honor it I used to fuck with hoes that blow cock then they vibe with it Swank wore a good belt, Lord, we on the board Was raised to protect my moms Deuce-deuce bust through the triple fat goose Army Fatigue pants, TEC bust loose, still smoke tree plants Killer on the Goose, shade shock Ray Bands Vaporizing hemp sanitizer Sprinkle the Deutch, them shit niggas, they shizer And now my town wanna fuckin' sound like my fuckin' town though I'm with that shit, that's my shit, I'm Rambo Fuck it, and I ain't gon' tell them niggas suck my dick But if they hating on this, well tell 'em, "Suck my dick" [Chorus: Rell & McGruff] It's not a game, this is not a show We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks, can't nobody stop my flow (Brrr, uh) [Verse 7: McGruff] First of all, I'm a underdog, I don't like none of y'all Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, I keep a gunner, dawg The spirit of Guru, it ain't something to y'all Biggie Smalls, Big L and Big Pun to y'all That's everything that you lack in your lyrics My flow is the results of the crack epidemic (Huh) Dirty burners baby (Yeah) murder -murder baby (Yeah) You shooting baby powder (Yeah) you a Gerber baby Nothing to fuck with, known for the thug shit Street certified, hood notary republic (Am I wrong?) You are now tuned into the Drama Hour With the blammers out, dusty nines allowed I'm from out of New York with gats and load Guns and roses like Axel Rose (Nigga) You say subliminal shit but you ain't saying no names Don't fuck with me, I ain't playing no games [Verse 8: Prodigy] Yo, yo, tremendous career, the legacy of A dirty little New Yorker they want done Locked in the cage, shot in the face The fall from grace in this hip-hop thang But music shoot through my veins My target locked in my brain, and I won't fall My heart is too passionate to give y'all The satisfaction to see me all Broke and fucked up, but that, there won't be none of Image that, it's not happening This is my dream, my dream Dreams, niggas tryna take my dreams It seems, you wanna poke holes In my coffin and just know it's a waste of time It can't be done My shit made of titanium and you soft like pillows [Chorus: Rell] It's not a game, this is not a show We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know So go and tell your folks, can't nobody stop my flow