Lyrics Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn) - Mash Out Posse

Hilltop Flava (No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn)

HAHAHAHAHA!
Ha Firing squad nigga!
Raise, motherfuckin Cain!
(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)
Aiyyo.
hahahahaha
Look, I have suffered, severe trauma
Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville
With my llama for real — I was raised up under the dirt
I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it’s) Berk'
Present it, soldier style
And the world’s on my shoulders now
I be fightin for my life on trial.
.
simply because my daughter, has the world’s warmest smile
(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now
Can’t nobody stop me, block me or hold me down
(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker
(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
(AHHHHHHHHH!) I’m a motherfucker
(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker!
We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES
Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain’t nuttin changed Duke
Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+)
Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son
Klak klak!
Ah one-two y’all (HUH) can I get my emcee on?
(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that’s the wrong side to be on
(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G.
on
With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on
(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans
You’re the type of fool that I might pee on
Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on
I’m never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon
I keep a gat in the stash, in case it’s gon' be on
Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!)
You’re last when I cock back and I dump three on
I put putholes through the door of his black Neon
Please nigga, don’t fuck around and get beat on
Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure
(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won’t believe it
It’s the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!)
Hear me though!
YEAH!
(hey hey hey hey)
SALUTE!
Comin from your man Bill
SALUTE!
Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack
WE’RE BACK!
To irritate you niggas (how's that?)
You kept us off of radio (but never off wax)
IN FACT!
Check the pose
Can’t nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL
Round this motherfucker
First Fam (not your average Joe)
Still put it down (like we put it down befo')
No (NAH) no!
Nigga hold weight
Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!)
It’s kinda ill yo
We rep the 'Ville so?
Aight!
(Aight!) Holla at me babe bro
It don’t matter to me
I’d rather it be
One less classic emcee (fuckin with me)
That’s how it’ll be
You niggas get no love in here
We stuck in the streets
We’ll keep it undercover here
… c’mon!
C’mon!
Klak klak!
HAHAHAHA, yeah!