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Phife Dawg f No Name - 4 Horsemen (192 n` It)

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[Intro - Phife Dawg]
Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife
This is how we hold it down every night
Aiyyo it`s Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife
Money in our pocket and our chicks is right
Aiyyo it`s Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife
This is how we hold it down every night
Aiyyo it`s Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife
Aiyyo, money in our pocket and our chicks is right

[Verse One - Big Lo]
There`s a lot of niggas out there that spit that shit
And there`s alot 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 hos
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 Two - 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 2x]
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 Three - 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 Four - 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 thats 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 `bout them I deal with
For those that`s hard of hearin`, G I`ma make you feel it
Fuck your pot smokin` and your sips of Hennesey
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 2x]

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