Deadicated (Dedication)

Lyrics

[Hook: Lord Goat 2x] Dedicated to the hustlers, creeps and drive-bys Shitbags, project whores, in morgues and wise guys Depressed killers who got no love, look in their eyes If I don't survive, I'mma make history take mine [Verse 1: Lord Goat] Gore's voodoo, Hebrew like Zulu Ten goons jump out, boozin' on pills from the black Isuzu Pull out the Moo Shu pork like cymbals Out from the project windows My dialects like 10 shots rocked from a Jack Pinto Dancers turnin' 18, I take 'em to Quiznos Get the soda specials, turn Mormon pussy to nymphos Spit the project info, you get caught like Brad Renfro We chalk outlines, professional, homie, we carry stencils Gangster's smile assimilate, you halfway there Project lobotomies over some ways he says Funny hate me now, nah, that ain't the silent majority I'm a shitbag, trained to raisin' the housing authority Yeah, your weapon, never step foot without a gun The hood don't know you, you ain't been back since '91 I'm so hood, I got the maintenance man on payroll Another K-hole, Supercoven beat heavy gay folks [Hook 2x] [Verse 2: Killa Sha] Yo, words from a killer from Queens, by all means Money and jeans, the god like to fold his green Keep youngins on the stoop for the lookout Beef cookout The same residence where Sean Bell was took out Rhyme rebel, levels peakin' in the kettle Head on the pillow of a side, be the metal (Yeah) Unsettled, known as a calm fellow Codename up in the hood: Papa Geppetto (Yeah) Keep my hoes in stilettos Foot stay on the pedal, what more could I tell you? Most of these niggas jello Fronting for some draws that they can't even rip And most niggas with they mouth ain't really 'bout shit Fully equipped, for ones that playin' the game Stay away from them niggas that's lame, it's hood rules Twelve jewels for the crown of the king (Yeah) Doin' his thing Keepin' a hunned, nigga, it's the message I bring [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Timbo King] Vibe, nigga I'm a gladiator, nigga, I'm glad you made it, nigga Came from the slums, broken radiators, nigga Crossbow strike, hit him right in his torso Say somethin' now, bitch nigga, thought so Goosey, sling all packs, even Lucy's Coochies, we throwin' back UZI's from Bootsy And hammerhead, wild OG's, from the '60's Used to say a man ain't dead until you shitty, and pissy Yeah, you's a crash test dummy, with ass bed money So pass that, sonny I'm way too advanced, y'all lookin' like ants I'm way over y'all, it ain't over y'all [Hook 2x]