Phone Skit #4 - S.A.S., Mega S.A.S., Mayhem S.A.S. & Turkish Dcypha

[Cam'Ron] Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good? [Psycho Drama and Twista] Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light? [Psycho Drama] Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggaz and pull it The trigga aimed, deliver you niggaz these rigorous bullets It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in Fuckin' wit niggaz you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodlums That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin' Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit You niggaz remember that I got that potion To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all. [Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel To make me wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome I stilla be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all... [Cam'Ron] Y'all niggaz play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town(Sha Town) The boy get nasty, To law enforcement blast me Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be Put it right all for Polaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code red I already got beef with the feds Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled(Flii-Flii) When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not. [Chorus - 2x] (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh (It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigga pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk [Cam'Ron] Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch [Twista] Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likeness I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my niggaz make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin' niggaz duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk Guns nigga we get 'em and bust Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush [Chorus - 2x]

(Brother, brother, brother, what's goin' on with you?) Shit, man, you know, I'm., I'm at the studio with Rod Wave (No, you're lyin') I swear to God I am (Put him on, uh, video) (Is he in the booth or what?) Yeah, he in the booth, I'm., I'm..., I'll... (Tell that nigga to spit that "Cold Winter") Haha, what you know about that? (Well, I wanna see that shit my damn self, on Blood) What you mean, on Blood? Nigga, your ass was never Blood (I'm deadass serious, Dru') Bill, when you get in Blood? (I'm talkin' 'bout the gang Blood, gang) Oh, shit, I ain't..., wait, did... (what?) Did they jump you in? (Bloods and Crips) Y'all know this my real..., this my blood brother now Any message you wanna give to Rod Wave, Bill? (Tell him I said, uh, "just keep doin' what he doin' 'cause, you know It's really makin' a big change out there in the..., in the... In the..., in the hood and in the community We got love for you") He said keep..., he said, "Keep God in your life, fuck nigga" (He said what?) He said, "Keep God in your life, fuck nigga" (Who said that?) Rod Wave (Who is he talkin' to?) (Nigga, what the fuck?) Alright

Streets out, shit S.A.S., Dipset, Eurogang Verse 1 Mayhem: Might catch May in Rockaway Bullet in the handgun Six things of shots a spray 'case you and your man run To down to rob again Hold your seed ransom and have to call the coppers dem Police and the feds come Welcome to London Where if we tell you that we're gonna stick Best believe there's no interruptions We stack dough with lumpsums I put my city on the map, I give a fuck where you come from I'm in tip-top shape And if your crib got weight, great, you can get your wig rocked mate Grip a six-shot 8, cuz shoot bazooka papo I'm movin Flaco, dame, Rugers like a Tahoe Harm who, I'll get at you clowns And get Adamu to clap you down I'm a general And we dem British thugs, that get rid of slugs Drop kids, rock more wigs thana British judge A beast on the cash route, streets pull me back out Disappeared, crafted, mastered, I'm back out Beef better back out, cuz heats bend a back out Slugs torch ya side when the piece end ya back out The kid is messy, on ice like I'm Gretzky I slab and spit a epilepsy, you get it Guard your women, S.A.S. born in Britian The Don is pimpin' on more fucks than contradictions Let's get it Hook S.A.S.: Oh no, we ready to roll We be on dem roads We pop off like there they go So pop off if it's a issue Cock and then pop your pistol Fuck if the cops'll get you My copper tops'll hit you (Repeat) Verse 2 Mega: This is for my Gs, what All of my peeps locked Doin' time behind the walls like it's sheetrock These cops wanna bug me cuz I keep rocks Picture me livin' drug-free, this ain't Detox Sliced down to Cuba, nice in Aruba That's right, I'm a mover Type that'll move ya Got shotties on blocks, I'm nice with the Ruger So more bodies'll drop than the fight of a loser Boo swap, manueve cops, my tools pop Two shots go, check up your knees like tube socks Whoo, I'm on some hoodie-hoo Tipped off, who are you Ticked off if kicked, pissed off to the Lou' Nah, nigga, pass the doogaloo I blast real fast, have ya ass do the Boogaloo Uh, I'm slewin' you, know I'll put a few in you I get it poppin', I'm poppin' and sprayin' up your funeral And vibe to the beat, it paint a picture for me And you can vision what I'm spittin', there's a picture to see See I develop the flow, from gettin' cheddar off blow I never said I was HOV but I'll rock a fella fa' sho' See it's art and I'm the teacher, what the heat on my hip fo' And pardon, you a diva, plus you sweeter than Lep, no I'm the shit bro, it's Dipset mane I put the Eagle to your chest like a Dipset chain Bang Hook