4 My Peeps (Unreleased Remix)

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Nick Wiz ft. Red Hot Lover Tone ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, and M.O.P. - "4 My Peeps (Unreleased Remix)" [Emcee(s): Red Hot Lover Tone, The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, Lil' Fame, Billy Danze] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone] For all my Motherfucking niggas, word to Herb, we get stupider Running mad circles 'round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn. Rappers sadden 'cause I'm Mad in the pad, and suckers wish they had and I'm bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin So what you gonna do when I come through Your town with mad niggas who love being locked down? Facing convictions, throwing conniptions I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians Step to this mic, you're a goner 'Cause Red Hot Lover's Right On! like Cynthia Horner I better warn ya: you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted Acid? I drop it like a clumsy black bastard I'm getting figures from my rap diggers Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out Your dreadlocks. Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie. But who is he? You can't get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em, bumrushing 'em Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu Look what I've been through: the Brooklyn streets. The obese Thug nigga from the East, the black nine Hard to find motherfucker. After the rhyme Press rewind, motherfucker. Strictly for my niggas [Verse 3: Prince Po] I nod my head 'cause the flavor hovers over Universal Soldier of Hip Hop, somebody should have told ya 40 Projects, Southside Jamaica, Queens. Please don't Sleep. I walk the unforbidden where most emcees won't Check it: if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect It's hectic, I'm like antiseptic on record Disinfectant show-wrecker, sound-seizing your sector, local Areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca I'm known. Prince organizing with the Red Hot Lover and the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn. Hey, good looking! Do you like your hot chocolate After dark? Uh! I'm scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representing my niggas rocking, rocking the mic right Hardcore, M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doing bids [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] I used to start more shit Than high school bullies, I was doing my thing Since my nigga Boom Bang used to steal cars from police I break niggas up like referees, put 'em on point Back out my joint and making 'em move like refugees Lil' Fame's rep is Brooklyn-bound. Still, niggas That fuck around'll catch a beatdown from Brownsville I'm going all-out the western way. Old-school Or new-school, I'll beat your ass like it's freshmen's day [Verse 5: Billy Danze] For y'all wannabe emcees F-A-G's You gon' fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze I'm representing for all mines with nines Hardcore's in town, my niggas that get down A Hill figure on a trigger (True!) The Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through. Stopped Puffing the lye, still sipping the brew So I'll be on cruise when you snooze, and then you lose [Verse 6: Lil' Fame] It's Lil' Fame, motherfucker (Slap, Little Mallet), we bring you Pain, motherfucker (Slap, Little Mallet) 'Cause I'm rugged, no gimmick, and I'm taking rappers out like Uptown niggas be doing bitches on 125th and Lennox I represent M.O.P. Niggas that act stuck-up? They get stuck up or even fucked the fuck up Peace to Tone. Yo, pass that blunt, hit this Liquor. (*Puff*) This is for my niggas [Verse 7: Billy Danze] Yo, hold me down, Fame (I got the pound) Danze with the truck shit, that I-don't-give-a-fuck shit I'm hitting niggas where it hurt, I do work (I'm packing my blue steel) so you niggas hit the dirt The M.O.P., we've been busting Owls for days Taking 'em through a phase, going out in a blaze I'm out jail, still holding my steel (Bucka!) Bow! Wargames representing this build Brownsville for my niggas