Lyrics

01. Spit Flamez
02. When You Hear The Sound
03. Inked Up
04. You Can’t Do
05. Pass The Dutch feat. The Homie Jaz & Shysty
06. Step To Me feat. T. Gates
07. Tip To The Cide/The Morning After
08. From The Evening To The Morning
09. The Grind feat. First Class
10. Still Mashin n’ Flashin feat. Shysty
11. We Like To Party feat. Cognito & Hex
12. Where I Started From
13. Jump Up feat. Lil Billa
14. Can I Help You?
15. 2008 BC




Spit Flamez

I’ve been lookin for ways outta the game, spit flame
Cocaine on the brain makes goin insane
Get cash my stash, off the top of the bag
I just got a lil something never paid for that
In fact, move back, that’s the way to react
Step right to the side or you’re feelin my wrath
A the only mothafucka with it right on my mind
I bitch slapped ya motha when I was writin this rhyme
Can you vibe wit me, coincide wit me, if you can
Then you wanna plan a robbery?
I’m so hard to see, but supposed to be
If you do it right, then you get on top of me
Move it up and down, my town the town
3-1-5 and everything that surrounds
Drum rolls that roll, Rolexes and ex’s
My sex is superb, and herb that rolls
Follows me to shows, orgies wit hoes
No I suppose, when we goin on tour find fans and foes
People wanna smoke, hit the tour bus doe
Knock three times and do-si-do
If you see po-po, stash the smoke
Look ‘em right in the eyes, he just don’t know
Got to go, 16 years old
Lovin every minute but ya just don’t know
On the down-low like downloads illegal
MP3’s, and ya burnin my album it’s a form of flattery
Ya see





When You Hear the Sound

Hook (x2)
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When you hear the sound

When you hear the sound, I wanna see y’all getting down
Like a shotgun got cocked and it’s sprayin some rounds
Move yo body side to side like you doin a thizz dance
Keep it movin, make it quick or you’ll catch one in the ass
Homeless people, business men, don’t matter who you are
When you hear the sound, you better duck behind a car
Anythin to protect you from a ricochet
Stray bullets ain’t aimed at you, but still put you away
(Stray bullets ain’t aimed at you, but still put you away?)
What a frightening thing to say, it could ruin your day
It don’t matter if ya black, white, brown, straight or gay
Try to run away past the bodies in the street
Dodgin high, duckin low to the sickle-swingin beat
Move quick, think fast cause it will be yo last
Close yo eyes, say goodbye, think a your past
Hear the bullets whizzing by, then it’s a flash

Hook (x2)

Bodies by the pound like you weighin slabs of meat
Tryna dodge these bullets as they fly by me
I see people run fa cover under obscure things
An old lady with a walker (BOOM) splattered her brains
It’s like a free-for-all, remember SMASHtv?
But it’s live, in living color, right here on the streets
You could call the news people and they showin up fast
But they ain’t fast as the gun-blast that shoots they ass
It’s B-Cide reporting live from Channel 2 news
But the news crews jetted, so I did too
So I’m back on the move, and I got nothin to lose
Except my shoes, but I lost those back at the zoo
Watch out, look down, more bodies by the pound
And I’m doin hurdles over them, look at me now!
And I’m on the run, like an escaped fugitive
But I’m in my street clothes and I ain’t doin a bid HUH

Hook (x2)

I found my way in the sewer system and they did too
I came out nasty and funky, smellin like rotten food
And as they chased me, they still poppin off rounds
Everybody in the vicinity keeps goin down
Lawyers, hookers, the occasional doctor
And that real annoying lady and you glad that they popped her
Find shelter, don’t tell her that I told you so
Cuz if she finds out that I’m right, then she’ll never go
Save yourself wit these people wit knowledge
But as I turned back I noticed they just shot up the college
And now they headed this way, imma make ‘em chase me
Down the block, ‘round the corner where they never will see
They quickly approachin, so I steal a new car
Right off the lot, no miles, but it don’t start
Now I’m fucked, there ain’t nowhere to turn
So they put the pistol to my head, cock back and let it burn





Inked Up

Hook

Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)

I love tattoos, what we gon do?
A full back-piece or a lil one’s cool
Spendin all my money on tats and weed
Ink and green is all I need
I keep getting more, it’s like an addiction
People say I’m crazy, they don’t know what I’m thinkin
Self-expression, keep ya guessin
Wonderin what’s next? You could never imagine
Artist to artist, we the hardest, and if you doubt us
We will put you in a place where you will never come around us
Get yo money right, save up for that big tat
I’m bout to ink the Roman Coliseum up on my back, like that

Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)
Inked up
(That ink is in my skin, my skin)

Started wit one, now I got 15
Cover up my body for the world to see
It ain’t just a trend when we bend the rules
I love getting dirty looks from the straight-laced fools
They ain’ t got a clue as to how we do
From the heart of Utica comin straight to you
I feel a rush when the ink meets skin
Let it heal up and we’ll do it again
My tattoos tell the whole story of my life
I love wrestling and I love my mic
I got plans for the rest of my tats
We could keep some simple but they gotta be phat
Full color, so vibrant, you can’t hide it, you gotta show it off
I love some fine women gettin tatted they lookin really hot

Hook





You Can’t Do

Hook
You can’t do what I can do
Playin shows and makin loot
Put my city on the map
How the fuck do y’all like that?
You can’t do what I can do
Playin shows and makin loot
Put my city on the map
All y’all hatin’ kiss my ass

You wanna smoke a lil bit of weed tonight
I got that stank, it’s called Northern Lights
Takin first class flights, reachin new heights
Blowin up this place like dynamite
Everybody listen, this is a lesson
I’m a dope rapper, it’s my profession
I clear out classrooms like school shooters
Stealin everybody’s shit like a gang of looters
Y’all know who I B, C-I-D-E
The man who makes it rock, you wanna party wit me?
Green Room did the beat, that’s Dave P
You hear that shit, the drums are nasty
Can’t outlast me, I’m too flashy
Hardcore champ like Bobby Lashley
You wanna compete, like W-W-E
Get you in a headlock, put you to sleep

Hook

If you gonna start beef, I’ll make mince meat
Lookin for some drama, you don’t wanna see me or mine
I’m a big stallion, full-blooded Italian, watch the lights shimmer
Off my B-Cide medallion
I’m a Life Champion, music’s my passion
Eatin Subway but I’d rather be rappin
Lookin for a slore-bag like Paris Hilton, we could fuck at the Hilton
Record it, make a million and five
Not in night-vision cuz you look like a fiend
Big bags under your eyes and your skin looks green
Call the paparazzi, 8x10 glossy
Makin headlines in the paper like the bombings in Saudi
Arabia, I’m takin her back to the mansion
You got loose lips, use ‘em to my advantage
Spendin some cabbage, then imma ravage
That thing between yo legs like I become rabid

Hook

How you gon stop me? I’m like a train
Flyin down the tracks and I blew the breaks
Blew the brain of the mainframe
Now it ain’t about nothing like an exhibition game
Gimme cocaine, I’ll go insane
But I’ll still be all over like an ad campaign
This is ridiculous, not inconspicuous
But everything’s perfect, I’m so meticulous,
Time to get serious, you must be delirious
I ain’t mysterious, thank you for hearin us
You ain’t a smoka, are you a rolla?
Smoke so weed that I’ll be in a coma
Thoughts incoherent, I wouldn’t get near it
His heart is still beating and he’s still got spirit
Clean like Orbit without the minty flavor
Got followers like Jesus Christ, but I ain’t a savior

Hook





Pass The Dutch

B-Cide

I don’t understand how these people been lately
Cuz lately, every single one of y’all hate me
Everything that I do, everywhere that I go
Somebody’s gotta jock me and it all gets old
Everybody’s rappin, thanks to actin
Puttin out movies, what you think would happen?
Givin people hope, thinkin they dope
You’d have a better future if you cookin up coke
Look (look) I don’t mean to be mean
But there’s too many fakers in this here rap scene
All you need is a dope beat and a catchy hook
And you got yourself a hit, WHOA, everybody’s shook
If it took no time and a lil bit of effort
Then you better just stop, oh yeah I said it
I really need something to ease my mind
So Jaz get the chronic and press rewind

Hook (x2)

Pass the Dutch
Ashes to dust
Ain’t nobody ever gon fuck wit us
We got a few things that we keep on the low
Like I been hush-hush, never say it to folks and I say

The Homie Jaz

Here we go again, another toilet bowl rapper
Runnin round talkin bout that he’s totin clappers
Tellin everybody you was locked in jail
Nigga be actin just like Denzel
Knowin damn well you couldn’t slice a grape
Even if you stepped on it wit some Ginsu ice-skates
Tellin me that your CD is comin
But that was way back in nineteen-ninety somethin
And I still ain’t heard yo CD yet
But you still got that fake gold chain around yo neck
Oh, you thought I would keep it on the low
Bout the fake grill you bought out the Oriental liquor sto
No, Talkin bout you ridin in a Lexo
But every time you pull up, you in a Ford Bronco
This mothafucka’s doin way too much
Man fuck this nigga, Yo B, pass the dutch

Hook (x2)


Shysty

No offense to every rapper in the area
But rappers need to understand that we just broke the barrier
Cuz I don’t see you doin interviews in magazines
To prove to you we’re on the scene
With lack of sleep, I’m practicing I
Hustle and flow those bundles of snow my
Budget is broke, so I fuck up your nose if you
Get in the way cuz tomorrow’s today
Back in the day you could say I was baggin that yayo
My pockets been empty, I happen to stay broke
We underground so you know that we stay low
Don’t try to start up shit, just make the drama logical
Ya try to knock me out the game, you’re not, it is impossible
A lotta rappers actin optimistic, treat me like a politician
Gotta lock you in the trunk to make you stop and listen
I’m real like coke, you fake like bakin soda
Ya rhymes a joke, get ready we’re takin over





Step To Me

Hook
Look baby girl, we done took that path
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
I like to think it was good what we had
But now it’s just all bad (bad)

Step to me, come close
Let’s ride, you and me both
We’ll fly, a new day
Make a right from the wrong that we made

B-Cide

All good things must come to an end
But the end of a friend like you ain’t the plan
I’m miles away, but you seem so close
Backed up off when I needed you most
Treated like gold, a precious stone
Now I’m just left here broke alone
Out of sight, out of mind
Need some time
Give it a little bit, and you will find
The man who loved you, treated you right
Would do it over time for the rest of your life
I can’t make you understand
I’ve said my piece
My words are power, my strength is weak
You’re the ink to my pen, the words to my pad
Look what we had, now it’s all bad
You got a hold on me, can’t forget
Close my eyes and think of this

Hook

T. Gates

Check it pretty lady you been down here for a quick minute
And every time I wanna talk about it you ain’t in it
And every time I spend it like we gotta future in it
You talkin like it ain’t your business and you wanna finish
Don’t front, don’t lie, don’t fight the feelin
I know that look in your eye when you ready willin
You say it ain’t right need some time to stop the spendin
But tell me what’s right when your eyes continue spillin
I think about the good times forget about the bad
Just you and me layin with my body to your back
No stress, no problems, no pain
I promise the mistakes I made won’t be the same
I give you shelter when it pours, when it rains
I keep you warm when the temperature change
I’m standin right behind you with my lips to your neck
I’m here baby girl It’s on you what’s next

Hook

Would it be alright if I called you up?
Late one night just to talk
I miss the conversation so amazin
Even dead air had me complacent
I wanna hear your voice say my baby
Those words haunt me, drive me crazy
My mind plays tricks, I think I’m alright
And in the same damn thought, nothin is fine
I try to forget but my brain is sick
No doctor could cure this illness
The time it passes, can’t outlast this
I feel burnt out, turned to ashes
The fire that burns, fueled with passion
Is slowly fading, no more action
I did all I could lord give me a sign
Let me know the future in time will be fine

Hook





Tip to the Cide

The girls go wild when I get on stage
All the dudes say the same, he must be paid
But that ain’t me dogg, the same ole g dogg
The same ole game that’ll pull ya broad
But back to the basics, I want aces
No more beat girls, only diamond faces
And ass to surpass any women or class
Take em back to the crib and they droppin they pants
Faster than a relapse, addicts can relax
I got this game sealed with adhesives
Showed you how to party with the C-I-D-E
Got the fellas mad, but they girls love me
Strobe lights, smoke eyes, no surprise
Underage girls, overage guys
Gettin in the club wit a fake ID
Ya havin a good time, drinks on me

Hook (x2)

Work that shit now Tip to the Cide
Dip them hips now tip to the Cide
Shake that ass now tip to the Cide
Tip to the Cide, tip to the Cide

Take a look at the way that you move
Mirrors are jealous of you
Got a lotta back, everybody seen that
The center of attention, but her secret’s never mentioned
I’ve been lookin for the ways to get her
But there’s no connection
You could move it, you could shake it, and we start to feel vibrations
In the center of the soul and left without an explanation
On to the next, is she lookin for sex?
Or will she another one puttin me into debt
I’m throwin cash around, by the pound, come and see what I found
Little hot blondes, in and out without a sound
Hotel rooms, valiums, yes I tell you
I gotta get outta here, leave by 12 noon
The studio’s got the tunes, meet the goons
I got the squad wit me, call us all the young tycoons
Pinky rings, gold chains, don’t care bout a damn thang
We livin out the dream while we sippin champagne

Hook (x2)


From a distance I will be persistent
Target locked on like I’m on a mission
Release the firin pin, back at it again
You’ll never get the title I’m a Life Champion
Phone calls, old broads, no response
I wish they never loved me or my number they lost
Too much to ask, I’m on a crooked path
If you live yo life like I do, you should meet wrath
7 sins to win, knock ‘em down again
I hit the bottle, smoke some weed
Pride, Envy, Gluttony
Back to the stage, the whole crowd erupts
Like the half-time Super Bowl show was one-upped
Like the best damn play of the whole damn game
You’ll get awards for that, it’s the highest acclaim
Now slip out of reality, this whole life's a tradgey
Step into my world and you will witness immortality

Hook (x2)





From the Evenin to the Mornin

I’m rollin through my city on a hot summer night
With the top cut down and the windows just right
I got a hot chick and her legs never end
She got a real good body if ya know what I’m sayin
Never too much, it’s never enough
Once our eyes locked on, she was givin it up
How ya doin miss? I like the way that you dance
You got my dick at attention, standin up in my pants
I saw you right from the stage when I was rappin lil mama
I wanna sweep you off yo feet, now ya know that I gotta
I could buy you a drink, but that’s just too cliché
I wanna do something different in my own private way
Roses petals to the metal like I’m hittin the floor
Come get in the jacuzzi, you will see what’s in store
The bubbles over the top and we makin it hot
The water pourin over, I just hope it don’t stop, c’mon

Hook (x2)

I don’t care if we will ever get along now
All I care is that we gonna get it on now
From the evenin to the morning I will be with you
And after that I am just content on leavin you

Today’s a new day, different city, different state
New dame, same game, man nothin has changed
But the scenery switches as I move farther west
And the girls get hotter like the stars on movie sets
I seen her (I seen her) it was something of beauty
She had her hair pulled back and an apple-bottom booty
As I approached, it was like time stopped
But I know it really didn’t, I was checkin my watch
The diamonds glistened off her neck, and I’ll show her respect
Now I got her on my arm, headed to bed
I will make your dreams come true, just for the night
Anything you ever wanted or desired in life
I can make it happen, just from all of this rappin
Now that I have your attention, did I mention
I’m the man with the grands and the plan
They can’t do it like I can, but I’m sayin
I ain’t playin, this a one night stand

Hook (x2)





The Grind

Hook
We on the grind now, and I’m tryin to get it
We gotta stack the paper high so the stations will spin it
And it’s a rat race, while I’m tryin to save face
These people don’t know that this business isn’t a safe place

B-Cide

The struggle, the hustle, you call it what you will
But there’s snipers in this business that are bred to kill
I don’t care about yo battle rap, move to the back
Let’s see you get in the studio, put yo skills on some wax
Does the microphone scare you? Producers are there too
And not the guy that makes ya beats, he is a lame fool
I see you people talkin like yo shit’s the shit
And all I ever hear is talkin cuz you never did shit
Less talk, more action, but you’re too busy rappin
I’ve been on my grind, doin me, makin it happen
Utica’s just a fraction, a little distraction
A city of envious, they never backin
They own kind, hey guy, you not my buddy friend
It’s a vicious circle in this place that we livin in
Talk behind your back like you’ll never find out
Then they’re cool to your face, it’s time to take ‘em all out

Hook

I’d get out if I could, but I’m just too far in
And all the haters in my city pray I’ll never rap again
I’ve been doin me, I ain’t a thug I’m a G
I’m the B to the dash, ash C-I-D-E
And if ya lookin for me, I’ll be right on genesee
Cuz there ain’t no other place I’d rather be than U-T
I called up the bay, cuz they lovin my swagga
We gotta get it now and they showin love, bastard
From the valley to the valley, it’s New York and Cali
And the slang’s a lil different but they still understand me
I got my boy First Class and he’s ready to shoot
But we’d rather make some loot off the verse we do
Fuck backpack rap, I’ll cut your arms off ya shoulders
And watch yo backpack fall down to the floor
I’m not tryin to diss, I’m just sick of all this
And these faggot mothafuckas think they gonna get a hit

Hook

Ya boy, he done done it again
So now they lookin ‘round like somebody done dumpin that M
If you see him on the strip now, he ain’t stuntin for them
His swagga hopped out a DeLorean and jumped into him
Uh oh, they frontin again like packs on consignme
Which is why I’m stuck with the heckla and somethin behind me
Figured he’d be in the ‘Hill so I’ll pump out a tommy
Then line ‘em up for free, down to his skin like Ghandi
I’m who they thinkin of when they writin they rhymes
And they get they will power all from pipin them lines
License to grind, first get you a license to drive
You couldn’t see me if the light wasn’t all in his eyes
What’s wrong with this guy? he foreigned his mind with that Kush
Gym stars will turn his face into a wet-ass puss
I was on the edge, just chillin till I felt me a push
So now dem balls gone go through dis nigga’s basket like SWOOSH

Hook





Still Mashin n’ Flashin

Hook (x2)

[B-Cide] Look at me now, still mashin n’ flashin
Stay party crashin, still get it crackin
[Shysty] Look at me now, gotta get the club jumpin
Girls shakin ass and the speakers keep bumpin

Shysty

When ‘nysus raps in the mic, it’s like burnin crack in a pipe
Hold ya bitches close (Why?) cuz I’m snaggin ya wife
It’s gonna happen tonight, and I’m gonna be tappin it twice
So take a chance on the mic and I’m gonna flatten ya life
Look at the girls on the dance floor in them tight mini-skirts
I’m not your ordinary cracker, I’m not a white skinny twerp
I bet I get mo girls tonight than you get ass in a week
I make ‘em gasp when I speak, when they see me
Cuz I’m slappin that cheeks
I’m like Morrison reborn into a rappin machine
For a cracker I mean, on the mic cuz I’m after that green
Stackin it clean, I’m underground so I got my back to the scene
Actually you need a sack and pair of balls to be king
Of this area, we’ll bury ya six feet deep
But I’d rather be in the club where the chicks need me
Cuz I’m that acid takin, ex poppin, bowl rippin, coke sniffin
Some of the time, not all of the time
Right now I got ya hoes strippin

Hook (x2)

B-Cide

When me and Shysty rhyme it’s kinda like bangin a freak
But we stand the test of time and she’ll be gone in a week
Do you hear when I speak, or you critique my physique?
I’ve been bangin hot bitches and they all want me
Can’t get enough of this dick, she wanted all of it
Now she’s goin through withdrawals like a fiend that’s sick
It is so damn thick, and ya pussy was tight
I was all up in ya debun like every single night
I’m in that B-Cide stance, makin everybody stomp
Got the whole place lookin at me, like it or not
If we droppin the top, will you drive it and stop
Make them wheels spin, glisten like I’m shinin a glock
I gotta be me, bangin out to my own CD
I’m like a fucked up kid on the LSD
I’m makin money like a bank, ain’t holdin no hostages
And even my condoms come in gold foil packages

Hook (x2)





We Like To Party

Hook

We like to party from the East to the West coast
Getting hella hyphy and STUPID dumb wit them side-shows
We like to party from the East to the West coast
Getting hella hyphy and STUPID dumb wit them side-shows

B-Cide

Gotta find a car, gotta kick it in drive
Gotta find a hot ho for the rest of the night
But tonight I’m in the 7-0-7 to ride
And Cog just picked me up wit some bitches so fine
Show me how they do it in the city by the Bay
Drop top scrapers, love for Mac Dre
Getting thizzed out, keepin it hyphy
Drinks never empty, doin it nightly
People look funny back in New York
Cuz they ain’t never seen somethin that was hyphy before
They ain’t seen a movement quite like this
Getting stupid dumb, ghost-ride the whips
I love that shit, it’s so fresh
Liferdef and Guttar Music all hot to death
They keep the party jumpin, all the girls is dancing
By the end of the night they’ll be outta they pants and

Hook

Cognito

They say we want C-O-G, we want C-O-G
See me in the club, actin like they know me
Girl, I been around the world, nothin new you could show
So before you get all warm and cozy in my face and nosey
Let’s hit the back door and mosey
On out to the parkin lot cuz hoes supposedly
Give it up any time or place for a rap cat
So I keep pills and condoms in my backpack
I’m a pimp, drop off at the track is at
If she real good, make enough so I don’t hafta rap
Take her on a plane to New York, drop her off wit B-Cide
Make a couple dollars on the EastSide
You ain’t my girl, you ain’t my bitch
You ain’t gotta write my hits or like my kids
All business is separate from friends and fam
And you neither one of them, girl you just a fan c’mon

Hook

Hex

Liferdef got it on lock from east to west
Like Yuk I smoke a lot just to ease my stress
Late night dippin, lookin out fo the po-lice
I’m off the chain like a dog with no leash
We like to party from coast to coast
Big league steps so them hoes get chose
So drunk that I’m wobbly-wobbly
Hex he gon fuck? Man I gotta be, prolly
I do it big so the D’s will know
You betta let it go like Keyshia Cole
Cuz all I know is the night is young
Hoes is like cleats so they might sprung
Yeah, ya-did-a just said
I’m so focused do what I gotta to touch bread
It’s B-Cide and Cog, Hex—whoa
I ain’t gotta tell you cuz you already know

Hook





Where I Started From

Hook
I gotta get my shit right
I gotta get my head right
I gotta get my mind right,
Take myself back where I started from

These thoughts of suicide are cloudin my mind
but there's too much goin from me to take that ride
I turn to God for guidance, are you listening Lord?
And if you are, then what am I in all this pain for?
I'm on a path a destruction, my life's in dysfunction
And Liss, she's been getting to me more than something
More than ever cuz she didn't before
But things seam strange now behind closed doors
This is my life, and it's such a struggle
I wanna see the other side when I face that muzzle
I gotta keep my head up theirs more to live
I signed a deal and everything turned to shit
I'm tryin to do what I do, but it seems so strange
Every thought I think a her, can't get it outta my brain
This beautiful girl, she ruined my world
And I want nothing more than to get back with her

Hook

I gotta get my life back on track
Their ain't a day that goes by I don't think about that
but every time that I think, my thoughts been shiftin
I think I'm goin crazy in this world that we live in
it's so easy to make mistakes
but they can't get fixed that easily today
I gotta wait (gotta wait) there's more music to make
there's more people in the same situation awake
and they eyes are wide open, filled with hope n' emotion
the fact that they hearts been broken
I seen better days, cried the night away
fightin with myself over this big change
I feel empty (empty) the tanks on E
and every time I wake up it's hard to breathe
you ain't comin back, NAH, not like that
and if you do, I can't forget what's been said

Hook


I been smokin and drinkin tryin to ease the pain
but this pain is a pain that won't go away
I keep havin this dream of her and me
before we kiss I wake up and start to scream
where'd you go? Why'd you leave?
LISS IT'S ME, I'm all choked up and I can't speak
I was nothing but the best to you, never less
now I second guess, my life's a mess
can I get my life back? It's nothin really
but in the long run, it all seems so silly
you were like a mate a soul, we could grow old
but you didn't really want that, now I know
and your doin the same thing, with someone else
prayin every night, you find yourself
but when you find yourself, please find me
or I'll be trapped in here, for all eternity

Hook





Jump Up

Hook (x2)

Jump up, if ya wanna fight now
Start a fuckin riot, get the club shut down
If ya wanna get it poppin, we can start the hatchet choppin
Have you leakin out your top and wheezing for your last breath

B-Cide

It took some time, but I got the patience
Lurk and strike quick like a rapist
They try to find me, it’s all gayness
I’m too smart for you ignoramus
Now I’m on the hunt, I smell fresh bacon
It’s all them pigs congregatin
Plottin and planning the words of Satan
Take em all out wit the CKC nation
Bloody and useless, hadda just do it
Never seen or heard, it’s a shysty movement
Get up in the club, start a fight club
Find the mothafucka, go and yolk his ass up
I wanna hear bass, silence the violence
Turn it up real loud cuz it’s gonna get violent
Dance, dance, stomp, stomp
Get crunk you fuck
Or you’ll end up in my trunk
Amazed by the maze when it fell from grace
But I think God slapped you in yo face
How ya gonna talk when you look like that?
I could finish the job with a baseball bat
Leave you all fucked up, bones are broken
Feed you to the lions like an old school Roman
Julius Caesa, nice to meet ya
I like ya salad, but I’d rather eat pizza

Hook

Lil Billa

Ya betta back up when Lil Billa come through
I like to fight, but love to shoot
I won’t hesitate to bust, won’t hesitate to bump
I’ll leave ya body slumped or up in the trunk
I keep the club crunk, I keep the club poppin
Try if ya want, but their ain’t no stopping
Ya girl’s booty poppin, I’m gon stay droppin
Just cuz ya heard my album wasn’t floppin
Haters stay jockin, they wanna be me
Try to catch me slippin, now R.I.P.
I’ll leave dat ass beat, found under a seat
Now I’m startin a riot in the V.I.P.
Betta call the police, you betta call the law
Aw man, too late I done broke yo jaw
I go get a saw, I’ll go get a bat
Hit you wit dat and leave that ass flat
Now how ya like that, how ya really feel now
Ya wanna be tough boy, but ya got shut down
Get left wit a frown, beat down and bruised
Keepin poppin at the mouth you gon make the news
I’m sicka then the flu, I’ll kill like AIDS
You the two of clubs I’m the Ace of spades
Respect what I say, I’m a dog in the pound
So everybody jump and start a fight now

Hook (x2)





Can I Help You?

You wanna know what its like in my life for me?
I go to work every morning I don’t sell trees
I gotta deal with these people and they makin a mess
All the un-needed stress for a lousy pay check
I don’t get tips but here’s a tip for you
Never fuck with the person that’s makin your food
Do my tattoos scare you? I think they do
And you look at me funny like I’m gonna be rude
You couldn’t buy a fuckin clue and that’s the truth
Fuckin stare at the menu on your cell phone too
I don’t get this, is the general public really fulla these dumb shits?
They help the economy but they all act above it
Fuckin snobby mommy’s to punk rejects
Then there’s welfare families that’s lovin the shit
You could put it on thick and they eatin it quick
And comin back to the counter for a cookie and drink

Hook
Can I help you, what the fuck do you want?
I want a lil side of something but I don’t know what (x4)

People in they suits act likie a douche
And used car salesmen lovin all a the food
You got multiple orders? Then you are all goners
The people behind you are hatin you for this!
Get a line a 2 then it turns into 10
And there ain’t no body but you workin here again
You got no relief and just minimum wadge
And get harassed everyday by the customer base
What the fucks wrong with this bitch? You makin my hit list
I’m hatin everything about this whole 9 to 5 shit
I’m startin a business, tryin to relieve stress
Cuz everybody in this world seams to be useless
Look at my game now, I’m makin it somehow
And everybody in my shoes come follow my lead now
Quit your fuckin job start grindin for pay
Put cha middle finger up and say FUCK SUBWAY!

Hook





2008 BC

Hook
You wanna know what it’s like to be me now
I’ve been grindin and hustlin up in the U Town
People think they know me, but ain’t down
Callin me a fake a phony like I should stop now

I’m a take ya back to ‘83
Before you ever knew the C-I-D-E or knew me
Before my dad left, before we moved to my Nonna’s
Before my brother was born and then my family was goners
I’m a let you in, a bit of family history
My grandparents came over getting called WOP’s and guineas
They call us daygo’s, cause they always just hate those
People lookin different than the ones in plain clothes
Immigrants in this they found themselves on Ellis island
To start a new life and you could see it inside em
Just like everyone does when they come to America
But you see the American dream is all that they sellin ya
Make the best of it and I know that they did
Because I’m really proud to know of my Italian heritage
And rappers capitalize on the mafia trend
But if you knew the mafia men you’d never rap again

Hook

We’re a product of the 80’s drivin my mother crazy
Me and my brother Nicholas Alexander, baby!
I hadda dream when I was young to be a frontman in the limelight
Always performnin at family functions, the time’s right
I didn’t care of I was good or I sucked
Because the thing that really matters is that I would grow up
But then in high school, where fat kids are not scool
I met a bunch of dudes and I joined they group
I guess the tru inspiration is all these bands that I’m playin
I love it all but Green Day’s always been in heavy rotation
I’m bumpin, Kid Rock, ICP, Twiztid, and Blaze
Tech N9ne, C-Murder, Master P, No Limit for days
I got the ground work, then I started talkin to people
I’m gonna make this thing happen or I’ll die tryin we’ll
Be the first to break out, I’m lovin it no doubt
And it’s time something happened cuz it’s been 10 years now

Hook

I do this for a greater power, not just myself
Look at the underlying message of the song that you felt
I speak of free speech, while you other rappers on these streets
I love America the beautiful in poverty
You say I can’t make a change because I swear to much
But I gotta be explicit now to get my point across
If you don’t understand, then this just isn’t for you
You shoulda never bought the CD in the first place dude
This is every emotion, this is all of my thoughts
This is how magic happens and I will show you it all
From the pen to the pad, from the pad to your head
From your head to the microphone and something is said
It ain’t gotta be much like what just ruined your day
You could put it in a rhyme and everything’ll be great
I hate the fact that people tell you what you can and can’t do
But they hate you even more when you speakin the truth

Hook