4 Horsemen (192 N' It)

[Intro: Phife Dawg] Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife This is how we hold it down every night Ayo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife Money in our pocket and our chicks is right Ayo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife This is how we hold it down every night Ayo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife Ayo, money in our pocket and our chicks is right [Verse 1: Big Lo] There's a lot of niggas out there that spit that shit And there's a lot of motherfuckers that just talk shit But a nigga like me, I got hundred percent G To get a homeless nigga come and cop a tape off me I do my thing with the flows, do my thing with the hoes And my nigga 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 shit but he ain't fuckin' with mine Chick be like, yo who the fuck left the pussy open? Feelin' fucked up in his skins while he strokin' Mad cause a nigga 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, fuck it we just won't be speakin' But trust me she'll be back by the motherfuckin' weekend 'Cause I stays on my toes when it comes to the freakin' I kick the hot shit that keep my whole team eatin' [Verse 2: Bay-LLoyd] When it comes to rap, I got a arm like a quarterback The nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga, stay still Y'all niggas, don't you know can't fuck around with Bay's skills Come in heavy like Durangos with thick soles I'd rather hair stores sell weave to Kim Coles [Chorus] This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what! Runnin' through life and not givin' a fuck Gotta get your paper, never mind these sluts They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get butt This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what! Runnin' through life and not givin' a fuck Gotta get your paper, never mind these sluts They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get butt [Verse 3: Snag] Hit the record button Snag's about to floss logic, tape deck I spit more classics then niggas 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 niggas claim you playas but you warmin' up the benches I back-crack bitches on mats, whip out extensions Hit the box on your backboard, piss on your track boy Hijack a car for the landin' and then kill 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 fuckin' tree And leavin' you careless, Snag said it it's time to end it [Verse 4: 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 nigga 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 shit It's great goin' solo that's my motherfuckin' word! You know my style Bay, gotta put myself first Anybody poppin' shit then they get what they deserve With chicks I get more action than a motherfuckin' verb Come one, come all and you all will get served Cats is hard-headed when the fuck 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 Fuck your pot smokin' and your sips of Hennessy The pussy that you get, what the fuck 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 niggas frontin' hard be the same niggas prayin' Knawmsayin'? [Chorus] This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what! Runnin' through life and not givin' a fuck Gotta get your paper, never mind these sluts They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get butt This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what! Runnin' through life and not givin' a fuck Gotta get your paper, never mind these sluts They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get butt