Wussdaplan

Lyrics

[Intro: Cella Dwellas] Phantasm: Heads better recognize the flavor, Cella Dwellas coming like this, what's the plan to The Federation? U.G.: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Word up, what's the plan in Philly, baby? Phantasm: What's the plan out in New York? U.G.: What's the plan in the Carolinas, North and South? Phantasm: Out in Jersey? U.G.: We're about to show y'all, come on, son, bless 'em [Verse 1: Phantasm] Phantasm, Cella Dwellas repping, no question Duck Down in Bucktown when I draw Smif-N-Wessun These crab MCs, their "Time's Up"—quoted by O.C Faking jacks and they're Pussycat like Josie Verbally I spit hot shots that rock niggas' knots With infrared rhymes—that means X marks the spot My mouth claps, wigs get pushed back when I let off Big raps and ride these beats like Amtrak If you need beats like these, come see us with five G's Before we go to eight joints and five royalty points Any man I'll slaughter, glad I got a son not a daughter Thinking 'bout this five-and-a-quarter BM, see, them fronting niggas is crabs When I bust AKs like Arabs, they get peeled like scabs Every time I speak shit, I freak shit CDs always coming with that unique shit [Verse 2: U.G.] Yeah, pa, don't sweat it, automatics embedded in my waistline Taste wine, hang with cats that do crime Two nines like Larry Fishburne in Deep Cover Puta, shoot ya, knock off your future Dreams of bellies and cream, money wrapped in rubber bands And money clips, trips, cruises around the globe Tommy robe, open-toed slippers, FILA See eyes thick, fly like an insect Inject sick thoughts, Polo sport, fragrance-layering [?] on my finger and Gucci licks jingling Mingling with thugs with scarred mugs as trademarks To spark lye, exhale and smoke with a wigged eye Think I can't keep it real or we're faking Jacks? Hit you with the MAC and leave your body shaking Face-down, blowing bubbles in dirty puddles of water I slaughter niggas in size order—what? [Interlude: Cella Dwellas] Phantasm: Yeah, out in Atlanta U.G.: What's the plan in VA? Phantasm: In New Orleans? U.G.: Know'm saying? What's the plan out in Florida? Phantasm: Like that [Verse 3: Phantasm] Back again, it's the Cella-to-the-Dwella, Phan-to-the-tasm Tall-to-the-Man, U.-to-the-G, what's the plan? I got skills for years and start to ill When I down more beers than Norm from Cheers Here we go, yo, what's the "Scenario" like Tribe and Leaders, lighting niggas up with the heaters Props for blocks and block skins, flocks and flocks Guns, Glocks, and Glocks, girls, I got 'em locked hot Who crew wants to test? Then you'll get tossed like salad dressing 'Cause we be the best in this profession—that's no question Fuck every station that fronted on airplay When they know the Dwellas do damage like x-rays Some think sex plays an important role in hip-hop But I won't stop 'til I get my props and have shit locked like Fort Knox All I need is my nigga U.G., an MPC, and an SP Good promotion, two videos and we'll rule this industry Who you be? Your homies got you gassed like Getty Weed got you charged like Eveready, talking, "Let's battle"? That shit is petty You got no clout, no name, no label This is food on my table, nigga, your highest bill is cable I'm out, but no doubt I'll be back again Phantasm, Cella Dwellas representing Brooklyn [Verse 4: U.G.] Check it, I'll play my roof like Batman in Gotham City watching crimes Blasting nines, chains hanging like vines Get snatched where I come from, dum-dums flatten cats When U.G. cock gats, float like a Ac' Vigor, play the back, swigger on Cognac while People watch my every move like the O.J. trial Sounds exotic, flow erotic, melodic Verbal.software trapped in my cap like Johnny Mnemonic Scripts I write are ancient, my tablets Attract like magnets and hit your eyesight like carats Run for your barracks 'cause the war is on, ese Guns I blast be loud like car C/A What, what, what, what?!? [Outro: Cella Dwellas] Phantasm: What's the plan out in D.C.? U.G.: Know'm saying? What's the plan out in Cali? Ha! Phantasm: Out in Canada? U.G.: Yeah, yeah, what's the plan in Oakland, baby? What, what? Phantasm: Yeah, what's the plan out there in Texas? U.G.: What's the plan in Japan? Ha! Phantasm: What's the real plan out there in London? U.G.: Yeah, what's the real plan in LA, baby? What, what? Phantasm: Tim Westwood, big up and all that U.G.: Word up, big up to my man Tim Westwood, it's so good, know'm saying? Phantasm: CDs U.G.: Yeah, forever Phantasm: '96