2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle (My Definition of Hip-Hop Vol. 2)

Lyrics

DJ Enuff ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - "Freestyle (My Definition of Hip-Hop Vol. 2)" [Emcee(s): A-Butta and L-Swift] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Intro: DJ Enuff, L-Swift, and A-Butta] DJ Enuff: Oww! Natural Elements! BX flavor! Big up my niggas in NY, my man Vic. Uh, DJ Enuff shit L-Swift: DJ Enuff shit. Word.  That's how we do in '98. Natural Elements, my nigga Voo. Charlemagne, how we do? Uh, right. Word up, word up. Aight, word up. Haha. Aight get on it, drop it A-Butta: DJ Enuff shit. Yeah, no doubt. Word up [Bridge: A-Butta] DJ Enuff shit stay up in your whip With your chick, cigars, niggas Roll down your window, puffing on your endo Check it, yo [Verse 1: A-Butta] I dedicate this To the mic-choking, lye-dime-smoking, light-spoken Type of villains living the life of ice-holding Lit it up, eyes swollen. I don't really care People stare without knowing brokes to millionaires, yeah Keep the dice rolling. My niggas smoke 'til the city glares We're type zoning, ain't no willies here Just a kid who like flowing off Kahlua-and-milk. I'm innocent 'Til I'm proven with guilt. It's all love though In the club, move with a tilt and bust flows Cutie pies moving in silk, but don't trust hoes. Too many lies Rumors are spilt from lips to ears Bitches cheer when my clique get near. NE We've been ripping shit for years and still ain't done Matter of fact, black, we've just begun. Y'all should know 125 be the hood I'm from—nothing but love Some say that the good die young, covered in blood Ghetto child gunplay, stay busting a slug Spend my Sundays in front of a judge, the Most High Most die fried, puffing the shrub. Rest in peace Half the game is accepting defeat—that's a shame how some People gotta beg to eat, making their beds in streets The Devil speaks in mysterious ways. Infected Freaks who be living with AIDS, is it a plague? Your main peeps Might be the same creeps who spit on your grave Leave inscriptions on the stage like Egyptians on caves On the real, I got lyrics for days. This nigga A don't wanna Deal with what the critics'll say, keep it moving On the A-Train, see me cruising. We're in the same game But who team is losing? Dreams, illusions Seems cream bring confusion, but that's life though Some brothers go quick while others die slow, and I know Life ain't fair, but, shit, what is? Fuck the world, DJ Enuff shit, you nah'm saying? So L-Swift, come and bust this. Word is bond. Ayyo [Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)] Aight No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt) Natural Elements is in the house. Word (So what you say?) No question (No question), no doubt (Yo, no doubt) Natural Elements is in the house (Yo, kick that shit). Yo No question (No question), no doubt (Yo, no doubt) Natural Elements is in the house [Verse 2: L-Swift] Natural Elements Messiah put shit together from nothing like MacGyver My shit be fly as Mariah, smoke a Newport, spit saliva Fuck Sweet'N Low, we're staying bitter and high Within the blink of an eye, I throw my spliff in the sky I represent this forever bent shit. Sometimes, I burn an L (With who?) With the Elementstress, some elegant shit. My nigga Charlemagne only drink Kahlua-and-milk—(Why?)—you know why 'Cause champagne always stains the silk. We got Some '98 shit, so get down. I build like Construction niggas laying bricks down in midtown. Y'all Bitch, clown niggas from the Ringling Brothers. Even without The crew, I hold it down on my own (Like what?) just like a single mother My nigga Butta (That's right) straight running grammar, started Some shit and escape like them four bitches from Atlanta Murderous lyric underhander, y'all niggas wonder Why I get so high for—'cause lye all I live and die for [Hook: A-Butta and (L-Swift)] Yo No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt) Yo, Natural Elements is in the house (Elements is in the house). Ayyo (Ayyo, yo) No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt) My nigga DJ Enuff is in house—it's like that