4 My Peeps (Buckwild Version)

Lyrics

[Red Hot Lover Tone, Biz Markie] (Get on the- Get on the- Get on the mic) (Get on the- Get on the- Get on the mic) (Get on the- Get on the- Get on the mic) (Get on the- Get on the- Get on the mic) Check it out yo [Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone] For all my muthafuckin' niggas, word to Hurb, we get stupider Runnin' mad circles 'round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden Cause I'm addin', a pad and, suckers wish they hadn't I'm baggin' the bitches grabbin', 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 bein' locked down Facin' convictions, throwin' conniptions I got more riches 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 That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard I'm gettin' figures from my rap niggas Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Introducin' the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly headshots 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 crushin' them Bumrushin' em', stuffin' '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 been through The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East The black nine, hard to find muthafucka After the rhyme press rewind, muthafucka Strictly for my niggas [Verse 3: Prince Poetry of Organized Konfusion] I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over The Universal Soldier of hip-hop, somebody should've told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please don't Sleep or walk the unforbidden when most MC's won't Check it, if you ever felt septic about my intellect, it's Hectic, I'm like antiseptic on record Disinfect your show-wrecker sound seizen' your sector Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca I'm known, Prince, Organizin' with the Red Hot Lover And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin' Do you like your hot chocolate after dark, uh, or scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representin' my niggas rockin', rockin' the mic right Hardcore M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doin' bids [Verse 4: Li'l Fame of M.O.P.] I used to start more shit than high school bullies I was doin' my thing since my nigga Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pulleys I break niggas up like referees Put 'em on point, back out my joint and makin 'em move like refugees Li'l Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still? Niggas that fuck around'll catch a beatdown from Brownsville I'm goin' all out the western way Old school or new school, I beat your ass like it's freshman's day [Verse 5: Billy Danzenie of M.O.P.] For y'all wanna-be MC's F.A.G.'s You gon' fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze I'm representin' for all mines with nines Hardcore's in town, my niggas that get down A Hillfigure on the trigger (true) Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through Stopped puffin the lye, still sippin' the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you loose [Verse 6: Red Hot Lover Tone] (It's Li'l Fame, muthafucka - slap, Little Mallet) Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossin' suckers like salad Incredible vocabulary comin' from the Brooklyn freak Peace to Fulton Street Knuckleheads'll get wrecked with the quick mic-check My intellect shows no respect for suckers who slept In fact my rap style attracts I have your girl lookin' for me in broad daylight with a flashlight Pillow and mattress on her back Cause yo shit is wack So here goes the No-Doze, I'm puttin' it on foes who oppose Comin' off like porno pantie hose Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P., from R-E-D For all my niggas in the NYC