Gang Pt. 2 - MTS Zo

(DJ Premier) "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "It's the real... it's the Militia" (Big Shug) First name vete-, last name -ran I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron? Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses I advise you to tell us where the cash is Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire We disallow all these cats in the camp We the champs, not really to boast and brag Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags Black mags to blow your whole chest in half If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya Militia man... man part three (DJ Premier) "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "I push these lyrics through any emcee And make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie Foxxx "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx (Guru) Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin' See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture (DJ Premier) "Put your money in the bank, and hold rank" "Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug "Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru "It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx (Freddie Foxxx) There's one ripped out the frame, felony act Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz Parked while on the street out of unseen vans I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus" I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena And underground club that I play in I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin' 'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin' You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath To take your heart, it's thug grand death CAPTURE!

Here comes the revolutionist executionist Flip a triple six into three nines 'cause a crucifix Each man holdin' no man foldin' Coast is clear and Premier's in the green tank rollin' Prepare, get on your post and stand clear They wantin' to shut us down but the home team's here What? You act like you're sweet or something This ain't no Desert Storm bullshit war we all dumpin' Codename, Jamel wit non-strap Wit six clips of Teflon, suited in camouflaged Got Kevlar helmets wit masses Wearin' mob gear in 'cause they try to infumigate us wit gases Mission, to seek and destroy We were sent to get rid of you, make the situation critical First Family will gradually, lift that ass up like gravity And turn your body frame into a cavity N F O, that's No Fair Ones Watch me nine Milly turn into a flare gun Sparkin' wit the same marksman known for gunnin' and runnin' and bombin' Wit the lyrics squeeze of my gun barkin', ya heard You know my family style I'm goin' out wit my gun in my hand like Big Mal I ain't got nuttin' to lose So move on me if there's something to prove, fool this is war There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from So what you gonna do since you know now There's a war goin' on outside It's impossible to stop This world's a twisted maze, but I got the swiftest blades My swords they can slice and dice precise ways Those who come against me, can get blazed, sprayed and laid No trace, just a glimpse of my face, hittin' the shade You look up, there's a full moon in the sky And all my would-be enemies, yeah they're soon to die Livin' in this war zone, we frequent fly at home Many of us grow violent prone, ain't tryin' to be dyin' alone So I'ma take the competition wit me, Lord forgive me But a whole bunch, of blood-suckin' punks, is out to get me In a flash of a moment, I slash vital components Tryin' to scheme on me and my team bitch, you know we own this We can scrap, wit guns, knives, chains and bats Whatever baby, erase that ass quick fast off the map Plus they better bring, medical attention after I swing my weapon Won't be no recovery, no divine intervention No prevention From gettin' hung in the streets where I'm from 'Nuff blood shed This war's just begun There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from So what you gonna do since you know now There's a war goin' on outside It's impossible to stop There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from So what you gonna do since you know now There's a war goin' on outside It's impossible to stop How many predators out there that want me That's how I stand off, now I come to diminish every one of you blood suckers Hands off, lay 'em down now All culprits, be alarmed First Officer Danze reportin' for 'Nam When I'm bringin' the storm, I'm all in Yes I done stepped in the chest of many men Then again, it's a part of my persona like puff stumps and marijuana Iiaah, soutch 'em out, fire From all angles, that's how we was trained Either slay or be slain, it's in the game for my soul To be as cold as the blood in my vein Knowin' my name, help niggas perform abnorm First Family, let's get it on Just keep in mind I'm a marksman, I'm sensitive about that there So you better watch what you say to me, hear? Play wit 'em fierce, know where to run So I post and defend, forgive me Father I may sin And thou shall remember the code of the street Hold heat, roll deep Don't sleep or you'll be murdered Since I've arrived I learned how to survive on this earth Holdin' down this turf, now I declare war There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from It's impossible to stop (Yeah) There's a war goin' on outside It's impossible to stop No man is safe There's a war goin' on outside