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The Almighty RSO - Illicit Activity lyrics
f/ Eightball & MJG [ Eightball ] Eightball the Fat Mack came to freak a track with RSO It's the illest realest nigga here to freak a funky flow (Go in nigga) kick the do' in, the show begins In the middle of the room when the boom infiltrates In safes and all, stingin niggas mentally with the melody Committin hip-hop felonies MC's fall in the dust when I bust like a canon Pick em off at random, hand em Animosity from the Mound by the pound or the kilo I gotta drop it, Rhome pick it up [ Tony Rhome ] Yo, outta the cut comes that murderous MC straight from Boston Double-crossin niggas is how I'm livin I be that brother that gets you open No jokin, I blow more smoke than a burnin buildin Dependin on how I'm feelin I go for self And I'ma pop your shit if I have to On the strenght of herb I straight up blast ya And take your pockets after Cause I'ma smoke this shit till I die As long as I stay high I gots no worries So I keeps my vision blurried >From herb smoke, the minute I toke I'm known to go for broke I be the Microphone Wrecka (Come) step into my sector [ Eightball ] The smoke has penetrated, now I'm illustratin with the groove, see I can move a crowd, and it takes a crowd to move me Heavyweight, full-grown ballin walnut-packer Fat-knacker, cheddar-stacker Tickin like electricty on hay With the O.J. In the D.P. flippin Lexi Tennesse Rockin Shit On with Boston-ass niggas Clicked it, respected, receivin love from mad niggas Billboard signs couldn't define the lines I combine One time for my folks 8000 [ Tony Rhome ] Check it My second side of me got beside itself And decided wealth is what he had to get And he got me trippin on some bullshit He's lookin to stick this nigga For two birds, and I've earned it Got two Tecs under the bed I'm puttin two inside his head And I'm outta there, on my feet again We are never to meet again Till I'm payin for my sins Now I'm rockin boardbed rims, '96 Benz Head's bobbin as herb fills my shit up Never caught doin pick-up's I'ma fuck around and move my shit to Tennessee And hook up with Eightball on some illicity activity We got Illicit Too many muthafuckin Activity [ Ray Benzino ] Surrounded by niggas that show no mercy on a day-to-day In studio sessions with loaded guns, it be no other way (Protected by dogs) they call themselves the real Doom Dirty speakers omen while the smell of blunts fill the whole room My niggas in the vocal booth been on my team a long time Me and Tony rip when they rhyme Don't try to come bangin with them niggas Eightball and Ray You fuck around and you'll be hangin in the hallway [ MJG ] How many flavors can I kick within a compilation It's best you come with some real shit, cause the flavor's taken I'm breakin your ass up so damn nasty you can taste the real The surgeon general got me strapped down with a safety seal So don't you try to do the shit I do, or try to follow The ride I took, because the ride I took was hard to swallow I had to do what I had to do, and I do what I have to The shit that came with bein a man before I could be a rapper [ E-Devious ] Yeah, it's the Mack Devil grippin steel Then we build, cause I'm about to describe in chillin detail If they start it yo, my fury is methodical You read the story, not my name in the article He unloaded, re-loaded (exploded) Macho bravado, young punk shit is quoted (Fuck em) and the only suspect's a Mac-11 So get this big middle finger pointed toward heaven [ MJG ] When you step to MJG then (catch shit on my lip) And ask yourself (I wonder why) because of the funkiness that I flip A mental strain to your brain, cause you can't see through me It'll take your team whole years of concerts before you can even do that Shit I be doin, trick, so back up off this pimp section I got so much real shit to spit, my mouth got indigestion I'm leavin you guessin bout my future lyrical rhymin twisters And here's an is-not, MGJ gon' never fuck yo sisters (goddamn, I miss her) [ Ray Benzino ] Yo, Mr. Benzino back up in this muthafucka once again Representin these till my very end That player MJG be flappin in this fuckin house My crazy partner, co-defendant from the pumpin south They puffin hay, I rides a lexus down in Tennessee Suburban sittin low, in Texas sippin Hennessy And when it's time for me to get my cash, I'm goin for the kill And I meet my niggas down in Nashville [ E-Devious ] Cause they keeps on inquirin about the criminal Puttin it out there, but keepin it subliminal It's minimal, my plan's too seminal Plus I gets high off that gun smoke chemical What's the remidal? i mean the remedy? Ball and MJG, RSO legacy It's Illicit Activity Non-descript MC's get held up in capitivity |
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