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Randam Luck feat. Big Left – Danger lyrics

Posted by hatt on 24 August 2009, 7:26 pm

[Chorus x 2]

Niggas got guns and slugs, we cause (Danger)
Fucking with the mob will put your ass in (Danger)
Niggas want beef but it’s clear and present
(Danger danger danger danger danger danger)

[Verse 1]

We load up the clips, semiautomatic and spit
Fucking lay you down, ain’t ready for this
Check the ? motherfucker, we rewriting the laws
To cause danger, fistful of dollars and broads
We run the block baby, listen to the shots as they pop off
Bodies drop, face down, Luck has got a sawed off
Feeling like an Army fucking Ranger
Aim and blast your brains, you just met your saviour
This mob is thick, seven here’s the clique
Randam Luck (Shit!) he’s running this bitch
We put a lock on the underground, you bumping the sound
Of the best in the west since Pac left town
We be the rock of the industry, pop if you hearing me
Jump in the air if you motherfuckers feeling me
It’s hip hop baby, we ain’t gone
So put your motherfucking hands in the sky, c’mon

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2]

Motherfuckers it’s danger, left strangled
The game, I aim the banger and (huh!) pop the heater
I eat em no matter like what
I’m from the Bronx motherfucker, got an army
Put a round through your stomach, leave your guts like Pastrami
I’m that hot, I’m known on your block
I’m holding on that Glock and pulling the trigger till it don’t pop
Listen you stupid bastard, your frame is plastic
I aim to aim your frame into a casket
Hah I maintain and keep my name in the game
While the rest of you motherfuckers spit shit and sound the same
It’s danger, I’m no stranger, I’m like Marine Corps recon
Reconnaissance ranger that killed to be on
Ready ready get get set let’s go
Got the one-two, click-clack and off we go
You know Left, Luck, ?, Rando the Randam Luck
Knuckled you up, leave all you faggots bodied

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

A contract assassin, creed of the ancient man
Programmed to kill leaving bodies in the sacred land
Twelve gauge shotty, more power than John Gotti
Always causing drama, bullets shower the party
Suckers fall back, I react feeding off anger
A code red situation yelling out, “Danger!”
It’s a cold world we living in, hold my own dividends
Blow out your bone marrow homes, there’s no giving in
The last dragon, I’m zigzagging off the wagon
Shattering your dreams till you ain’t got no cause for bragging
It’s your last chance, hands to the ceiling
Put your fists in the air if you’re getting that feeling
A straight villain sending fools to the icebox
Harass you like white cops, blast until your life stops
That will be the end of you, gave you the warning
Now a slave in your grave, couldn’t make it till morning

[Chorus x 2]

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La Coka Nostra feat. Big Left and Sen Dog – Bloody Sunday lyrics

Posted by hatt on 9 July 2009, 4:53 pm

[Verse 1: Everlast]

Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath
The pope’s a pedophile with a drug habit
We’re all clinically depressed, they got us all manic
We keep swallowing their pills so we don’t fucking panic
Run for the hills, grab your automatic
Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves
Psychorealm’s in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!”
Sick Side in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!”
Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again
It’s the antique pistol with the antigen
Punk I’ll take your pistol, give it back and then
You act up again you getting clapped, my friend
This coka familiar vibe alone’ll kill ya
King Kong ain’t got shit on this here gorilla
Classic off the wall like Mike from Thriller
A monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid body blow out your back with the pop
The move and the shake
The move and the wake
Welcome to Hell, the Devil’s here to open the gate

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

They say hip hop’s hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein
Then LCN make you jump around like House of Pain
I take it back like purple rain envelopes
Crazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoes
Every record sold’s equivalent to coke, homie
Welcome to the Teradome, I’m inappropriate
Like Kramer with a megaphone
Black wind, fire, and steel, my mind’s ill
Got you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz

[Verse 3: Big Left]

I come from a place where the Apocalypse is now
Armageddon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the raw
It’s unwarming light, sun turned to God, God turned to sun
Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun
Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones
Minimicrophones implanted deep in your bones
They tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!)
Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 4: Slaine]

I’m a rebel poet, my words are treated like it’s contraband
I’m unresponsive to taunts of critics and wants of fans
Angelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted man
Mongrel monster with the murderers on conquered land
I grew around some johns is junkies with bubkes scams
Bar brawls, broken bottles, banging, and launching hands
My shifty plans turn a risky chance to fifty grand
Double it, watch these sissies stand in your pissy pants
This game is getting me baptized, we bad guys
Choose sides and yous guys is enemies or allies
La Coka Nostra is a brand you can trust
To roll with a pack of animals with cannons to bust

[Chorus x 2]

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Big Left of La Coka Nostra – When I Die lyrics

Posted by hatt on 11 June 2009, 12:13 pm

[Verse 1]

You motherfuckers will respect me and stop shitting where you eat
I play nice unless you wanna take me to the street
I’m a simple dude and I speak in layman’s terms
So you dumb motherfuckers can understand the words
My whole demeanor is to pull out the nina nine milli
Act silly and crack domes like Phillies
I stay in the streets, born in the gutter
I come from nothing, looking for something motherfucker
I spit hard, it resembles my life
It reminds me of how I left my kids and my ex-wife
While I was roaming the streets holding the heat
With no sleep, no cheese, know what I need
Probably God so I went and saw my priest
He told me to come back and died the next week
Please Lord help me to reap what I sow
Just give me the word, God cause I’m ready to go

[Chorus x 2 ]

When I die will you take me way up to the sky?
When I die will you take me down where the devil lies?
When I die will you take me up where the angels fly?
When I die or will you meet me with a halo of flies?

[Verse 2]

My whole life has been non fiction and I live in a house of pain
Stuck in a cage, you’re not listening
When will I ever achieve the goals set by those
That expect to live off of my flows?
I got cousins that don’t recognise me
So make your bed and live in it, it don’t surprise me
On some, “Left, it’s me.” shit
Oh yeah? Well where were you in ‘89 when I buried my father you fucking bitch?
Family’s only there when the going is good
When it’s bad you’re on your own to grow up in the hood
The outcast looked at as one bad apple
Till there’s beef then all these motherfuckers get at you
Well peep game I came up with moms in a dope crib
And tried to forget the fucking way that I lived
I tried to always do it right by my kids
And that’s the way that God planned it, I’ll give it to him

[Chorus x 4]

[Verse 3]

Dear Lord, I can’t explain all the things that I do
Just know that every single word in this song is true
It’s about time I step up and be a fucking man
I got lost along the way and didn’t follow the plan
Please take me as I am, I stood on my own two
And thank you for my girl, God, I know that I owe you
I been trained to murder people, kill at will
I’ve sinned, mortared soldiers in a Vietnam villa
But still you hold me close, right by your heart
And I pray that you remember me when Armageddon starts

[Chorus x 2]

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Ill Bill feat. La Coka Nostra – Get Outta My Way lyrics

Posted by hatt on 11 June 2009, 11:28 am

[Chorus X 2]

Get outta my way when I’m blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome .45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra, the fucking world ain’t ready

Get outta my way when I’m blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It’s murder in the first, premeditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain’t directed by Spike Lee
It’s La Coka, not forty acres and a mule
The corner hustlers want forty quakers and a tool
Breaking all the rules with the hammers and the baggies
Since I moved to Southie and my nanny used to nag me
"Do your homework, get off the street, read a book."
Instead I wrote a rhyme now fuck it, I need a hook.
And you should see the looks that I get when I’m walking now
You should see the respect I get when I’m talking, wow
It’s like the whole world spun around
Raw’s out the undergound, I supposed everybody knows

[Verse 2: Big Left]

Yeah, the surgeon’s general, sergeant at arms
Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs
Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill
Record a thirty millimeter grenade launcher mortar
You weak mother fuckers need to change your material
Serial kill M.C.’s diseased venereal
Imperial law, fucking Big Left’s a god
Capo regime, original head nod
The all-American king of late night, Letterman
Medicine for all of your hip hop endeavours, man
Razor bleed in the cheek, machine gun to the cheek
Jungle warfare, using the streets, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

My words demand attention like a terrorist with nuclear weapons
It’s Ill Billion dollar Bill and you’re a useless investment
Behind every great fortune is a shooter’s confession
If only the Lord knows, dope, continue to bless them, wet them
My holy water stolen Soviet automatics
Some mortars from Odessa from street corners to boroughs
It’s the extra special
To these bitches my dick is existential
Porno director, let bitches know if they have potential
La Coka Nostra, I walk around with the chrome toaster
So coked that my nose is totally fucking frozen, drug music
Like the coke rock my uncle would smoke
Got junkies doing the robot for bundles of dope

[Verse 4: Everlast]

I heard they don’t want to call it Hell’s Kitchen no more
I swear hip hop got me looking at the front door
I used to love her, now I want her smothered
When I see all the bastard styles that she’s mothered
Fuck the Dalai Lama, it’s the drama starter
I’ll blow the spot like an Al Aksa martyr
Better lock up your guns, hide away your daughter
Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water
Cause the fire water numb the Irish man’s pain
It’s the Samurai Druid from the Highland Plains
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
Beat you down, scream on you like I’m Henry Rollins

[Chorus]

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La Coka Nostra – LCN Anthem lyrics

Posted by hatt on 27 March 2009, 8:37 pm

[Verse 1: Slaine]

I’ve been hustling from chum, scuffling with skunks
Yeah I’m dope motherfucker, I ain’t fucking with the junk
Nah, you can get your homeboys stuffed up in the trunk
While I’m sipping on a brew and I’m puffing on a blunt
And I can get up on a plane at six am
Cause these stewardesses’ll see how sick I am
Give me so the pussy’s all up on my dick again
You’re addicted to me, come and get a fix my friend
La Coka Nostra, LCN
I’m in front of the mirror staring at myself again
I’m too far gone now, ain’t no helping him
Are you a gambler? I’ll bet you let the Celtics win
Put a rhyme on a page with the felted pen
Let my rage out the cage, punch you in the eye, welt your skin
It’s obvious I got it now, psychotic
With the narcotic recipe, some’ll let you body down

[Verse 2: Big Left]

Where I’m from we don’t play those games
Y’all know we got the smart bombs, fucker
We don’t need to aim
Surface-to-air missiles, fifty caliber pistols
Mark 29’s equipped with portable melts
Two nines, a thirty-eight, and a snub forty-five
Minus two, that’s ninety-nine ways that you can die
It’s true, La Coka official guerilla shit
Fold you up quick just like manila get
Big Left get the spot hot like drop dimes
I been dope since the day I wrote my first rhyme
You been hooked like the time you sniffed your first line
And been shook since you heard of me in ‘89
L-A plus the coka, pull out the toaster
Pop a couple off for me, hit the post, officer down
Send a couple rounds down range
Sounds strange with lead up in your brains, biatch

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Ill Bill and La Coka Nostra – This Is War lyrics

Posted by hatt on 28 February 2009, 2:21 pm

[Intro: Everlast]

Yes sir. What? It’s fucking coka.

[Verse 1: Everlast]

It’s clockwork apocalypse, mass armageddon
Moving too fast, don’t ask me where I’m heading
Shake your ass in the dice bitch, roll me a seven
Fresh like huggy, take you all the way to heaven
Sipping on absinthe, smoking on a Primo
Kid I got family like a fucking Gambino
Shoot you in the gut like I’m Junior Soprano
You talk batshit crazy but you won’t do guano
You’re just another victim, picked and plucked
Your chick came back stage, my dick got sucked
My arrogance scary and aristocratic
Bitch I ain’t snobby, I’m problematic
I’ll scream “bomb” in the lobby and I’ll cause a panic
It’s iceberg Whitey, I’ll sink your Titanic
Rep’s gigantic, flow is tyranic
Like Saddam Hussein high on ‘caine and Xanax

[Chorus: Big Left]

This is war, aim still and heat up the steel
This is war, capo regime, captains at the hill
This is war, chemical agents used in the fields
This is war, grind ‘em up like Hamburger Hill

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

We don’t give a fuck if we gotta step with your family
I’mma kidnap your moms and Fedex you her panties
We top dollar, we pop lamas
We not promised tomorrow so we involved in all types of horror
Never caught up in that bullshit divide and conquer
Riding for my homies means I’ll probably die a monster
I’m a certified mobster, La Coka rock star
Fuck music, I’m talking about the block, pa
I’m talking about bullet holes the size of God’s heart
And choppers that could put Satan inside a pine box
Imagine what we’d do to you if we wanted to
Pay LAPD to pop you like Amadou
I buy anybody, everybody got a price
Everybody got a momma, everybody got a wife
Everybody got someone he likes or loves
Spike them with drugs and decorate their life with their blood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Left]

I’m the motherfucking Dre killer
President Bush learned me well
Hit anybody on the outside from jail
Big Left, I handle bars like I’m stuck on rails
Yes, a breath of fresh air like you’re opening sails
List, it’s not really that hard, just picture the facts
Welcome to the major leagues where mics are baseball bats
And I’m back, make believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine by the navy blue caps
New York Yankee fitted the Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement shoes to limit their swimming
This is real life, fighting like pits
Duct taping the grip
A true Hollywood story that fits
Wield the steel in the field, my fate’s already sealed
I’m stuck in a game show between deal or no deal
I spit you know the name, I’m not for playing games
Get you higher in vertical than my man David Blaine

[Chorus]

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Ill Bill – Starsky and Hutch lyrics

Posted by hatt on 18 December 2008, 10:52 pm

[Big Left speaking]

Yo what up? It’s the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra.

[Uncle Howie speaking]

Yo, Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred
A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you
And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust
Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source
Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies
Colourful things, the hunger of kings inspires all in the kingdom
Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building
This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers and Uzis
Pimpin’, ? pussy music, programming their coochies
Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies
Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees
I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed
Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.”
We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
Big Left, Ill Rock Records, let’s bomb these faggots

[Chorus x 2]

Ill Bill, Big Left
We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
Ill Bill, Big Left
Too much flavour I major, Bill

[Verse 2: Big Left]

Give me a bomb-ass chicken, fucking dig out her organs
Big Left and Ill Bill and I ain’t talking about Baldwin
The Bronx and Canarsie Starsky and Hutch
Quick to ride on you fucks without touching the clutch
Listen, I’ll run a train on a bitch with no intermission
My intuition tells me I need me some intervention
Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops
Smoke a stog, drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops
An Italian Charles Bronson, slick with a death wish
Forty-four death kiss, like fuck it just let the lead spit
A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker,
Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life, motherfucker!
Live on the block where the pistols pop and the missiles drop
Corner store slinging weed out in crops
Got the lead out the box, sticking chickens like cops
Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top

[Chorus x 2]

[Uncle Howie talking]

Yo, Big Left. This is Uncle Howie and Ill Bill and we’re here to get high, man. Let’s do this.

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