Yukmouth Album

(feat. Daisy)

[Yukmouth: one long verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young nigga ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw
And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope
And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always fucked around with the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes
I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do
I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot nigga
But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
with the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla
That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga!
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra nigga!

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(feat. Mac Dre, Messy Marv, Numbskull)

[Welcome to the Bay!! - background music]

[Messy Marv]
I'm still out there my nigga you cant tell
still at the kitchen table cuttin down coke to sell
still ??? still conduct business through a beeper
with the block under my sneakers
I'm still in it still rappin still winnin
still hit the damn spot 300 I'm still spinnin
still rock the mock in lenin
still up the block hop out and be like
yo young nigga still in the beef
we ride the high shit we still in the streets
All the gangs still come from the west
I'm still sendin a bitch and shoot shit
cuz that muck still on my back man still gotta have it
still the shit and pee pee on you faggots
we still unda the sun
ask Dre Yuk and Numb take over my nigga

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Yeah put us back on the map bitch
we put crack on the map
dope fiends get slapped with a bat
Bitch niggaz get capped with a gat
let them know where they at
back to back benz's and Lac's
Real macs bitches on tracks
Real thugs get riches of crack
while the snitches get whacked
let the know where they at cuz

[Yukmouth]
The home of the crack owners since operation stackover
I've been slappin cowards with the strap holder
roll with the mob and get mashed over
you got to find your slabs of coke from me
The Flower boys the metro boys nigga
The Richmond boys the Frisco Boys nigga
sniffin boys shiftin boys click go get embroiled
we ride old school two's and vogues
we ride 2002s on hoes, and the shoes is old 22s
infoced all on a bitch and we use to lose them hoes
Dippin yokin in the strips of oakland sippin smokin bitches scopin
wrists is glowin mouth platinum even when my shit was golden
Yukmouth been the shit with flowin
OAKLAND stand up, wave the grams up
get the keys to atlanta and hook fam up
in the lam truck I'm the boss like
tony danza with the police scanner

[Chorus]

[Mac Dre]
Runnin from the blacks and whites
on hubcaps and whites
slangin sacks at night down to the sight
the Bay Area more than cleavit
ball capped ace dudes gold teeths
from fillmore to the V to the CCC (country club Crestside)
pimp niggaz play bitches like mp3
land of the nate shrimp and champagne
fat dank blunts fresh off the plane
Homie of the VGF and commie
Messy marv, mac dre and the Luniz
and Vallejo theres hundreds of sales
young niggaz slangin rock from the lunch pail
mel got me driftin yokin and dippin
in the car from the 60s when I steer
boy I'm goin to yok at come out here
you might not go back

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[Knumbskull]
I've been dope since Felix, blew weed before 5 on it came
And gave the whole world to me, the pay roll to regime
is how the world should be
All make music niggaz wish they could be
Like numb like yuk like marv like dre gettin loaded everyday
The Bay got an image that took years to earn
Don't come here to bullshit come here to learn
you think niggaz seperated come see the other
It's three money makin niggaz fuckin with each other
I've did it with dre like we some bloods and crips
Better know it the Bay is on some hustlin shit
Who pimp like the Bay , I never seen us sippin the Bay
All I know is gettin chips in the Bay
This Yuk this Marv this Dre I'm Knumb
Represent the Bay nigga FUCK WHERE YOU'RE FROM

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(Shots being fired)

Yeah, that`ll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me

[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he`s the fakest that you`ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I`m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I`m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It`s gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he`s still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don`t make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they`re not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They`re the boys in blue, and I`m just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

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Fifty me, Fifty, he`s the fakest that you`ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I`m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I`m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let`s take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn`t even do shit
That`s a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game`s on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You`ve seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don`t believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen `em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That`s right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain`t right

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Fifty me, Fifty, he`s the fakest that you`ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I`m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I`m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

I know what y`all thinkin man
Y`all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin` Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can`t get touched man
I`m gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain`t gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain`t talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That`s it man
This is crack bitch
It`s gonna be a real ugly summer man

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[unh]

yo this young noble outlaw i got the call from my brethren yukmouth
he said we bout to get this thug reunionu know United Ghettos of America
I mean we got thugs in every state nigga atleast one motherfucka
u know we all outlaws
aye yo Young Noble and yukmouth look homey u assed out when it come to da flow dog
i`m tryin to cash out on everything owed to me and then some we live in the slums old heads used to stick us and run knowin damn well
we gon c his ass later when we probly thirty deep turn his body to a crater
dent in the earth we young thugs sentenced since birth itchin to merc
the closest nigga liftin his shirt sent to da earth
n now u gotta sit in a church askin the lord for forgiveness
cuzz u pulled yours first United Ghettos of America we dealin with this
relentless statistics it`s on some kill or be killed shit
niggas we gotta change this this how the white man want us to be
they never settin us free untill we all ride together how it`s post2be
we outlaws die together so my soul is free

I been known for robbin hoods up 2 no good blunt smoke no joke
old school like the Wood like Kane did Able I`m doin the rest
willin and able shoot 4 ya kitchen table my guerilla tactics
is at it`s worst and if i blast wif da mic I`m killin wif one verse
this gang bang slang I never rehearse ur trainer better reverse
or ya mama cry n curse ya whole hood trail a herst and wear black
my retaliation revenge and get back dub s c smack down get smacked clown
yes i get paid in this crack town i never burn bitches or blow out switches
if enemies aproach i dumpin ditches societies most hated