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(feat. Rich Melody) [INTRO: MC Shan] That damn OJ Tellin me my joint ain't comin out till '94? OJ gotta be out of his mind, man I'm tellin you, I'ma blow up in '93, man They can't stop me You crazy? Word up Tellin you Yeah boy Back in '93 To blow up once again on the hip hop scene You know who it is, the one with the choice voice [VERSE 1: MC Shan] Watch me rip up shop Cause I'm the type of rapper you despise risin to the top Ryhmin with the force that's knockin down barricades Callin Mr. Loverman singin girls serenades Try to lay low - unfamiliar Just like smokin I'm bad for your health, I could kill ya Think I'm bluffin, wanna find out? Then I pull the trigger to the nine and blow your muthafuckin mind out SongtexteA murder I slay, so don't sleep The mic leave threads across your face like thee tracks from a jeep Your coffin is your final refuge Your death is gonna have to be revenged by your nieces and nephews Beat you like Tyson, slice you like a butcher Six feet underground's most likely where I put ya I get the place in an uproar Make you wonder what you got your little weak wack ass up for Rhymes, I got em in excess And I got the beats that you pump in your Jeeps and your Lexus Lyrically I boast and I swagger Words pierce your mind, after a while starts feelin like a steel dagger Slice, slice, slice, dice, dice, chop, chop, chop Look like maintenance got another mess to mop It's '93 and I gets nuff respect Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck [CHORUS: Rich Melody] Nobody bring your firearm You can't do no harm Nobody can try to come test we Nobody bring your firearm You can't do no harm Don't flex with MC Shan, ya can't test we [CHORUS: MC Shan] (So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?) Boy, you better slow down or get your life wrecked (So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?) Tryin to mess around with the hip hop roughneck (So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?) Boy, you better back up or get your life wrecked (So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?) Cause ain't nobody that can win me in my neck of the woods (So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want?) [VERSE 2: MC Shan] Shan was dead, but now I got reanimated Had the buttons to push, but didn't know how to operate it I'm in control of the ship now, captain Boy, you wanna walk up and see yo what's happenin? Some rappers think they're vicious But at the end of it all they probably wind up doin dirty dishes I'm risin up on an incline And if your ass was that dope, then muthafucka, your ass woulda been signed Ain't no goin by the book You be just another wack muthafucka bout to get his shit took Don't let the temper start to flare up Cause that's when I start lookin around for shit that I can tear up See, you don't pose a threat Boy, we can go a few rounds, this ain't as rough as it can get Adversaries avoid me Many have approached, but never has one destroyed me I'm not a force to be reckoned with 1-2, 1-2, then I start wreckin shiiieeet I got nice, but it wasn't by accident Necks were broke, boy, you wanna get your back bent? Even though I'm not a girl you a-fi respect me If you think I'm wrong, then come and correct me It's '93 and I gets nuff respect Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: MC Shan] Psych - I don't need you to proof-read Ak is on the bassline givin me the lead (indeed) Tip-tip-toein through the tulips as I follow Blast a hole in your chest, now the shit's hollow I drop knowledge but I also kick ballistics I be kickin the funky lines that mystify the mystics Won't think twice just to send a nigga the lullaby The next nigga that steps might get bust in the eye I stopped spreadin hookers like mayonnaise Cause there's a lot of things that you can catch out there in this day and age I'm not down with the homo clique But I'll jump inside a nigga's ass quick Fee-fee-fi-fiddy-fo-fiddy-fum Laugh now nigga, you used to call me bum Now I'm buried under money Your girl's comin to see me on the side and I'm dippin in your honey Knockin off heads in the game like a gladiator Records so hot, they give heat like a radiator Assume position cause you know the proceedure Need somebody to follow? Then let me lead ya Now it's time to rejoice Cause now you got another funky record that's kickin with the Shan's voice It's '93 and I get nuff respect Cause I ain't nothin but a hip hop roughneck [CHORUS] Word Aus Songtexte Mania