Hah!

* released in `96 as Rose Family, on Rawkus Records<br><br>"Hah!" is chanted in the background all throughout song<br><br>[St. Nickolas]<br>Black Rose, Black Rose<br>Moneray, Moneray<br>Corleone, Corleone<br>Nicky Bonds, Nicky Bonds<br>Mista Go, Mista Go<br>Holiday, Holiday<br><br>Ring-around-the-rosie<br>It`s that old lady you know bein nosey<br>Call a jake, but they case ain`t strong enough to hold me<br>Society`s out to fold me, but can`t control me<br>My homies, lonely like Bugs Bunny for money<br>A jolt to get you jaw, but kid ain`t nothin funny<br>Shit`s changin like the weather, get your act together<br>Bitches packin berettas in hoodie sweaters and leathers<br>Flippin did grim, although they man don`t see cheddar<br>Livin in the lost somewhere up North in Rhode Isle<br>Style, I meditate like a monk from Shao`<br><br>"Handle it son, fuck it!" -- Raekwon<br><br>It`s that project shit that make my mind slip and my nine spit<br>Rollin with convicts, flippin on dime chicks<br>As time ticks, crime shifts from hustle to hustle<br>Struggle to get some zeros, tired of eatin chicken wings and heros<br>2 .45`s ain`t makin it, I`m ready to grab the pistol and start takin it<br>I gotta get some CREAM, nahmean?<br><br>[Daddy Rose]<br>So check the 4 trey`s, dark Liz Claiborne shades<br>Used to wear my hair in braids<br>Then I went back to fades<br>Livin my life by playin spades<br>Spittin razor blades, guns and Money Trades<br>Became my man a, callico, .45, .58<br>Give me 2 handguns to set my B.I. straight<br>Get the pawn, wear mocknecks, stay in sets<br>Skills, fuck my ex, smoke a joint<br>The wild kinda guy, stay high<br>Me and my Fam` play for keeps, nigga you will die<br>In the depths of the village where I be<br>come see me, face-to-face, build on today`s degrees<br>I puff the skunky blade, in tune with G.O.D.<br>Set you free, mathematically<br>Remove the pain from you vision, allow you to see<br>how we get down in BC, thuggly<br>When you see us, hide your shines and your money<br>Hide your red bone honey<br>Corleone, these assholes in this industry ain`t funny<br>Who said PC won`t eat, laid it down in the street<br>In the hot summer heat, cuz it`s like that<br><br>[Sauldin]<br>Caught us, street hustlers<br>Love is sleep, chokin the mufflers<br>Always smokin when we meet<br>Shuff-shufflers rollin deep<br>Holdin with prudent customers<br>Ghetto salutin, shootin one time for niggas foldin<br>While I`m reloadin, gun smoke from salutin<br>Hung by the throat, jury slung, Black Rose control it<br>like dope settle, coast-to-coast, metal-to-metal<br>coastin, heavy metal, sippin on moet, oh<br>Crackin boasters, braggin blunts<br>Baggin shows, the host of corvettos<br>Coastin the ghetto, con-Deniro postin for Deniro<br>Trials play heros, got Shang Hai with no alibi<br>He died in front of the candy store, fried<br>We bagged him up, braggin, gettin tore up<br>Crookin corrupt, while jaggin, jacked cabin<br>Blowin smoke out of your nose like a dragon<br><br>[Daddy Rose]<br>Are you wit me?<br>Black Rose, are you wit me?<br><br>Sight one, test evils with hood supressents<br>Feedle charge card, killed confessin for God<br>Chaufer, Roley, your portfolio, Corleone<br>Don, cristal with bubble, wisked out affair<br>Population Click run the world, Crime Syndicate<br>Dreddy key-cut it like locksmiths<br>Cock .4-5th, pleaded like 5th if<br>incriminatin evidence exists<br>Guns crawl, while I`m all off, tipsey<br>Gun the clientel like circumcisions<br>Believe the myth, never can believe Brandy slipped<br>Fire place, fortress, Lord beyond Don<br>Keep Cronz handy, Moneray Jack<br>El Padre, adios `96, `76<br><br>[Corleone]<br>Nigga, North side, full quantum, black taunter<br>Main underworld sorcerers, Columbian ties<br>Wear crosses, bitch nigga, Golith slayer<br>We sling shots like sling rocks at King David<br>In the book of psalms, the killer San Juan<br>blood on my palm, too many sharks in my water<br>Give an order to the Don Senora<br>Cross the Mexican border, intoxicated, never sober<br>The Brownsville chain snatcher, Puerto Rican poppi choker<br>Ganja smoker, Adidas padre<br>On the corner sellin Coca Colas<br>Nine shot Desert Eagle toters<br>Takin over from New York to Minnesota<br>Transmittin, shittin like the Great Britain<br>Population shuttin shit down like Bill Clinton<br><br>[Daddy Rose]<br>The ghetto started gettin rough<br>Many Crones and thugs got tossed<br>If not for the courage for the fearless four,<br>the ghetto would be lost<br>the ghetto would be lost