Cartel

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link, Big Pun] Ask anybody if my men are rowdy My cartel (Yeah, yeah) My cartel (For the streets, for the streets) My cartel (Yeah, yo) [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yeah, yo, yo, let the games begin Got adrenaline rushing through my veins again Running my skin got me all fired up and determined to win It's a personal thing on the mic, I'm murdering men It's worse than the rain, it all depends who's more thirsty within I'll be the first one to swing, wrecking helmets Snapping your pelvis, if you're sweet as Elvis Then it help us, bitch, you gеt that ass dealt with I'm telling her how it is, droppin' it with thе politics Don't make me cock the fifth in public Clip me with this esophagus, shit I'm about to flip, it's either now or never I'd rather die now and live forever Terror Squad, I'm with whatever The more pressure the better, head up, I'm going head up Bringing the terror, it won't go down, we go down together [Verse 2: Billy Klubz, Cuban Link] When I hit it, I hit from every angle And when I spit, I spit the blade and bang you And break you down like Candi Naval I break your facial, have the surgeons working for hours I bless you like in the churches when candles burning the flowers I'm thirsty for power, got my dollars flirting with powder Now I'm workin' with scholars plotters In the worst of the violence (Who's dirty like ours?) Little vils, I pledge allegiance (Who's worthy of ours?) Little vils, trying to catch the meaning Yo, it's Billy Klubz, the club hopper, the thug popper That be smoking my guns like blunts, son, I need a lung doctor Fuck the prognosis, focus on the large toaster With the MAC-10, I give commandments like the Black Moses [Verse 3: Raze] Peep my origin, deep like the court within The earth set up to fill up what was prophesied, wack rappers ostrich-sized Spanish from the game when the famish came The east spittin' verses, never weak emcees The shame to speak, rays remain unique While them other niggas bite, grip the trigger tight Like [?] grips the flow, the shark blade graphic like an arcade Toast without the bar-cade, making angels with the heart spray Soon as you phony as you sound for the ones who sound phony The homies that spray Cuban, we screwing the sliencers Blaze whoever's moving than we skate like the islanders L.E.S. and T.S., if you want it then come see us [Verse 4: Korleone] I go out with an army of men to slaughter your kin 'Cause there can be four of us and you could have ten Real niggas'll split you open with a MAC and some gin 'Cause I'll rat and split you open with a pad and a pen 'Cause I'm the realest chubby nigga in the back of a Benz Now I'll never hesitate to leave your ass in the den Jimmy's Cafe, see me at the bar getting bent Two niggas behind me with the goose and the trench Better watch your back, niggas that'll leave the club drenched Had the whole place running when the hammers extend Like I said before, I'm starting on warming up the bitch Got them sissy niggas on the mic, calling it quits [Verse 5: Buck 50] Yo, we the murder niggas that you heard of Niggas laced up through felonies Hard rock out you Hennessy, so what you telling me? It better be 'bout me getting some money steadily Or you best believe, you'll get a taste of a pedigree You see, I gots to eat, there ain't no stopping me That's the way it gots to be so logically, I want your property And don't you copy me, you punk bitch There's no one like the Buck Fifth, trust this I squeeze the mustard and the clutches to spark the dutches When I commence the hit and if I get caught I'm like OJ, the gloves don't fit, my thugs gon' quit My slugs gon' hit, my drugs gon' flip Your Dutch gon' dip, my niggas tell me who gon' run? [Verse 6: Reif-Hustle] Ain't no remorse in these days in time in this new millennia I got a New York City frame of mind, two billion ways of crime You playing with mine, I put two double-plated nickels To your mental, watch you change your mind I'm in the righteous to this house of horrors Where in the Bronx, we give out all orders And slash your body parts in four quarters Hustlin' four corners but shit is major, I kill for the paper We aim for the head and liver, it's the way that we live Don't escape from the pigs, you'll end up stating the pris' Mic on the ignition it is, it's just simple as this The life I choose, don't be sniping you When your wife eats two dinners on Nike shoes [Verse 7: Don Dinero] You know I'm with it, Don Dinero stay committed to my felonies Y'all ain't ready for me, puffin' on trees, sippin' Hennessy A public enemy, niggas who never get the best of me A fool blood of Cuban, motherfucker, check the pedigree Last thing you need is this crazy criminal after you Making you feel in heated, the burners while I'm blasting you Watching you beg for life, a price won't make it classical Fucking your pretty wife in the ass while I'm laughing at you That's what I do, I'm internationally known for packing a chrome Two shots in the back of your dome, I'm bad to the bone Ain't no time to reach for the phone I be creepin' alone, never sleep, the streets my home [Vocal Samples: Cuban Link] I roll with more dogs than St. Lazarus Always straight thugs Where my niggas at? Uptown, uptown New York, New York My cartel Blast any men if they acting rowdy You know my team's the best We thugs, we don't pray B.X. baby, straight out the B.X., baby We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates [Outro: Cuban Link] My cartel, my cartel My cartel, cartel My cartel, my cartel My cartel, cartel