Verse One:
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops!
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell
Is this?
I gets up quick
Cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin
Then proceed to walkin
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck the Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
Chorus: repeat 2X
Somebody's got ta die
If I got, you got ta go
Somebody's got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's got to die
Nobody got ta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Verse Two:
Fillin clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station wagon
Was braggin
About how much loot and crack he stackin
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
Small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo nigga let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I?
Yeah
One night in town
Blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice
Got 'em right for the virgin white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How maMy new year's resolution (check 1, 2)
This is my new year's resolution (check 1, 2)
Spontaneous freestyles are the solution (check 1, 2)
"Crazy hip hop (check 1, 2) and you don't stop"
Don't believe what you believe or believe what you believe
And end up being those MC's who be leaving
Don't believe what you believe, believe what you believe
And end up being those MC's who be leaving
Chorus:
For the new year I swear, this rhyme be rare when you hear
A Madlib drum, bass kick, snare
Wild Child compiles styles down for your ear
LP for you and yours, loud and clear
[Madlib]
When the first Lootpack era began a demo tape was formed
Unexpectedly, wack A&R's swarmed and started a cosmic storm
Everywhere I turned got burned thus learned I must earn
Full acknowledgement of this whole rap game on my own
Realizing I couldn't get mad at labels, labels weren't able
To see the rhythmic era Wild Child was throwing at the table
I said, Honestly, I couldn't get mad at a little blind person
Who would sleep on a Lootpack LP and ask me to define versing
I defy rehearsing, specifically I defy all those who apply cursing
To their limited freestyles they kick
When it's time to unlock those lyrical glock flows, I dip dip dive
Madlib rush from the left as we kick ish live
I can rhyme, (Oh yes I can rhyme)
A spontaneous freestylin' rhyme
(Spontaneous freestylin' rhyme)
I just concentrate on my ish (Concentrate on my ish)
Cuz I got props to get (Yes mad props to get)
Chorus:
For the new year I swear, this rhyme be rare when you hear
A Madlib drum, bass kick, snare
Wild Child compiles styles down for your ear
LP for you and yours, loud and clear
[Wild Child]
There's no advantage one gains when sustaining two faces
The disadvantage of being two-faced, you can't be in two places
Now who races against the law of physics supplying logic