4 My Peeps (The Remix Version) [4 My Niggaz]

Lyrics

[Intro: Red Hot Lover Tone] Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Marcus Foul So, check it out, yo Marcus Foul, Marcus Foul [Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone & The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 (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 you, you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted That's it, 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 (Check it out, yo) [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 (Shit) 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, hun Lord a 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 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 shoulda told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please don't Sleep I walk the unforbidden where most MC's 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 (Ha, ha, ha) And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn (Brooklyn, huh), 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 Harcore M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doing bids [Verse 4: Li'l Fame] I used to start more shit than high school bullies I was doing my thing since my nigga Woo 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 Li'l Fame 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 beat your ass like it's freshman'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 the trigger (True) Your Crooklyn sounds got pounds and break through Stopped puffing the lye, still sipping the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you lose [Lil' Fame] It's Lil' Fame, motherfucker (Slap, Little Mallet) [Verse 6: Red Hot Lover Tone] Word and Red Hot Lover Tone, towards the suckers like salad Incredible vocabulary coming 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'll have your girl looking for me in broad day Like ''Where the flashlight, pillow and mattress on the back?'' 'Cause your shit is wack, so here goes the no-doze I'm putting it on foes who oppose Coming off like porn ho panty hoes Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P. from R-B-D, for all my niggas in the N.Y.C [Outro] Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Marcus Foul Foul, Foul, Foul, Foul