2 Tons (Unreleased Tommy Boy LP Version)

Lyrics

Natural Elements - "2 Tons (Unreleased Tommy Boy LP Version)" [Emcee(s): L-Swift, Mr. Voodoo, and A-Butta] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Scratches: DJ Eclipse] [Sample 1 (Melody): John Powell - "Face On" (0:00)] [Sample 2 (Drums): Boogie Down Productions - "Super Hoe" (0:14)] [Intro: A-Butta and Mr. Voodoo] A-Butta: It go… uh, uh, yeah, uh Mr. Voodoo: Yeah A-Butta: Yeah.  Uh Mr. Voodoo: Check it out A-Butta: Yeah [Bridge 1: Mr. Voodoo and A-Butta] [Mr. Voodoo] Natural Elements the name of this topic You should pay close attention how we rock it When we drop the album or single, you should cop it [A Butta] Yo, Voo, stash that. L, hit 'em with 2 Tons [Verse 1: L-Swift] Yo, first and Foremost, Natural Elements serve a raw dose You ain't hear the first time, so I returned with more dope, and I Just burned some raw smoke. Voo, L-Swift, and A stand Like a life-sized statue of Elvis in Graceland. Yo, fuck Corrupt jakes. They rushed the gates, but all they found in my pocket Was two Dutchies, a razor blade, and some duct tape So if you're looking for a cut face and broken jaw Make you feel like you was locked upstate, so close the door [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] Like Pope John Paul, I bless ill figures (Reputedly). Dons fall When I caress steel triggers (Ruthlessly), anonymously Toss shots with an ominous force not known To emcees, draw guns in twos and threes. Your whores Is choosing me, rap wars is losing me, a true emcee My influence be showing in your fluency [Verse 3: A Butta] True indeed, our flows Rock properly, hops, go-go copping your spot Yo, whatever we drop, you know we gotta be hot, blazing "Raising Hell" like Run-DMC, spraying Shells 'til my gun be empty. I heard you want it, kid Don't wait to tell, come and get me. I say your hymn For A&R men on drums and SP's and ASR-10's Foe or friend? You could choose one of the two, but think quick Before I bruise you in front of your crew. Oh, that's your man? Well, I'm sonning him too—nothing to lose Fucking with who? Kick in your grill, blood on my shoes Lyrics is ill, my clique chill while we're guzzling brews Flip it, Swift. (The fuck you want me to do?) It's on you [Verse 4: L-Swift] Police Is hunting for Voo, respond too—yo, it's an Elements world Elegant words make my legend unfurl. Even Melons get bust. Hold up, nigga, settle the rush. Niggas Jealous of us? (*Gunshot*) Got my metal to bust. Yo, tell 'em What up. (Nah, kid, I might touch up the flow). You freeze like You was stuck in the snow, ducking the po' [Verse 5: Mr. Voodoo] What do you know? V-double-O bring the apocalypse We accost your chicks, hold your babies as hostages. You want Hydrogens and oxygens? Here's a large dose Born-again thug like Carlos. Y'all know the stimulus Inhaling green with dark cumulonimbus, over the Earth's Center with Jehovah for turf. I'm the nefarious Clap straps and give brothers out-of-body experience, see? We be NE, we negate the red tape In the 2 Ton, no one shall escape (So pick a death date when things get set straight) [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2)] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Most of y'all know exactly what shit is about, word) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Always and forever, Natural Elements, no doubt) [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Sample with Scratches by DJ Eclipse] "Bring apocalypse to this game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" "…game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x2) "Bring apocalypse to this game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" "…game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x2) [Bridge: L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo with Scratches by DJ Eclipse] L-Swift: I lost my money on the Knicks A-Butta: I got honeys on my dick Mr. Voodoo: I got Rummy on the twist L-Swift: Ayyo, run me on the spin [Verse 6: A Butta] My click Is heavy-handed, something ferocious, bucking toasters Fuck who the dopest—scope but don't approach this You want dope? I'll overdose this, propose a toast Stroking hoes while I'm smoking roaches, guns and roses Some say my flows come from Moses. Puff a whole spliff And let the smoke circulate. Hoes deepthroat until They choke or regurgitate. Y'all jokers don't flow, y'all Impersonate me and my clique. You wanna plead the Fifth? Open your mouth and eat a ("Damn!"). Indeed, the beef is thick Hedonistic, must be a sicko to conceive with this script My clique flow will make you flee the district [Verse 7: Mr. Voodoo] You see This biscuit? I love this biscuit. Charlemagne shoved the discuit In the sampler for me to construct the sickness, the product The quick hit, crazy cash, G's like Stacey Dash D's trying to trace the stash, we steady lace the hash Up in spots large as Macy's, bash, rip your state. You're pennyweight I treat women like I'm Henry the VIII [Verse 8: L-Swift] Yo, I could Never envy a fake, all I could do is rock on You could reach me at NaturalElements.com Log on, yo. I do this for the illest in prison I'm seeing both sides of the game like peripheral vision Shit you think about? I figure in my quickest decision. It's like I always play the game from a different position Word to Charlemagne, I'm playing both sides of the fence. I spoke In my defense, I stay with low eyes when I'm bent. Yo, when I say NE, I mean Northeast too Bronx County. Char found me and he brought me through Support me too, word up. 2 Ton, word up [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2)] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Most of y'all know exactly what shit is about, word) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Always and forever, Natural Elements, no doubt) [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Sample with Scratches by DJ Eclipse] "Bring apocalypse to this game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" "…game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x2) "Bring apocalypse to this game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" "…game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x2) [Bridge 2 (Overlapped with Outro): Sample with Scratches by DJ Eclipse] "Apocalypse…" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" "…to this game…" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x5) "…game…" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" (x8) "…game called rap" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "G.O.D. Pt. III" [Outro (Overlapped with Bridge): A-Butta and L-Swift] A-Butta: Word, 2 Ton, 2 Ton, baby. Word up. NE, baby. You heard? Word, you know'm saying? Most of y'all know exactly what this is about. Most of y'all know exactly what this is about. Always and forever, Natural Elements, no doubt. No doubt. Word L-Swift: It's over now A-Butta: Word up, it's over now. 2 Ton, I'm trying to tell y'all. Eclipse, tell 'em, dun, just tell 'em, son. We try to tell 'em, word up