Hip Hop Roughneck

[ INTRO: MC Shan ]<br>That damn OJ<br>Tellin me my joint ain`t comin out till `94?<br>OJ gotta be out of his mind, man<br>I`m tellin you, I`ma blow up in `93, man<br>They can`t stop me<br>You crazy?<br>Word up<br>Tellin you<br><br>Yeah boy<br>Back in `93<br>To blow up once again on the hip hop scene<br>You know who it is, the one with the choice voice<br><br>[ VERSE 1: MC Shan ]<br>Watch me rip up shop<br>Cause I`m the type of rapper you despise risin to the top<br>Ryhmin with the force that`s knockin down barricades<br>Callin Mr. Loverman singin girls serenades<br>Try to lay low - unfamiliar<br>Just like smokin I`m bad for your health, I could kill ya<br>Think I`m bluffin, wanna find out?<br>Then I pull the trigger to the nine and blow your muthafuckin mind out<br>A murder I slay, so don`t sleep<br>The mic leave threads across your face like thee tracks from a jeep<br>Your coffin is your final refuge<br>Your death is gonna have to be revenged by your nieces and nephews<br>Beat you like Tyson, slice you like a butcher<br>Six feet underground`s most likely where I put ya<br>I get the place in an uproar<br>Make you wonder what you got your little weak wack ass up for<br>Rhymes, I got em in excess<br>And I got the beats that you pump in your Jeeps and your Lexus<br>Lyrically I boast and I swagger<br>Words pierce your mind, after a while starts feelin like a steel dagger<br>Slice, slice, slice, dice, dice, chop, chop, chop<br>Look like maintenance got another mess to mop<br>It`s `93 and I gets nuff respect<br>Cause I ain`t nothin but a hip hop roughneck<br><br>[ CHORUS: Rich Melody ]<br>Nobody bring your firearm<br>You can`t do no harm<br>Nobody can try to come test we<br>Nobody bring your firearm<br>You can`t do no harm<br>Don`t flex with MC Shan, ya can`t test we<br>[ CHORUS: MC Shan ]<br>(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)<br>Boy, you better slow down or get your life wrecked<br>(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)<br>Tryin to mess around with the hip hop roughneck<br>(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)<br>Boy, you better back up or get your life wrecked<br>(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want nigga?)<br>Cause ain`t nobody that can win me in my neck of the woods<br>(So whutcha want nigga, so whutcha want?)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: MC Shan ]<br>Shan was dead, but now I got reanimated<br>Had the buttons to push, but didn`t know how to operate it<br>I`m in control of the ship now, captain<br>Boy, you wanna walk up and see yo what`s happenin?<br>Some rappers think they`re vicious<br>But at the end of it all they probably wind up doin dirty dishes<br>I`m risin up on an incline<br>And if your ass was that dope, then muthafucka, your ass woulda been signed<br>Ain`t no goin by the book<br>You be just another wack muthafucka bout to get his shit took<br>Don`t let the temper start to flare up<br>Cause that`s when I start lookin around for shit that I can tear up<br>See, you don`t pose a threat<br>Boy, we can go a few rounds, this ain`t as rough as it can get<br>Adversaries avoid me<br>Many have approached, but never has one destroyed me<br>I`m not a force to be reckoned with<br>1-2, 1-2, then I start wreckin shiiieeet<br>I got nice, but it wasn`t by accident<br>Necks were broke, boy, you wanna get your back bent?<br>Even though I`m not a girl you a-fi respect me<br>If you think I`m wrong, then come and correct me<br>It`s `93 and I gets nuff respect<br>Cause I ain`t nothin but a hip hop roughneck<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: MC Shan ]<br>Psych - I don`t need you to proof-read<br>Ak is on the bassline givin me the lead (indeed)<br>Tip-tip-toein through the tulips as I follow<br>Blast a hole in your chest, now the shit`s hollow<br>I drop knowledge but I also kick ballistics<br>I be kickin the funky lines that mystify the mystics<br>Won`t think twice just to send a nigga the lullaby<br>The next nigga that steps might get bust in the eye<br>I stopped spreadin hookers like mayonnaise<br>Cause there`s a lot of things that you can catch out there in this day and age<br>I`m not down with the homo clique<br>But I`ll jump inside a nigga`s ass quick<br>Fee-fee-fi-fiddy-fo-fiddy-fum<br>Laugh now nigga, you used to call me bum<br>Now I`m buried under money<br>Your girl`s comin to see me on the side and I`m dippin in your honey<br>Knockin off heads in the game like a gladiator<br>Records so hot, they give heat like a radiator<br>Assume position cause you know the proceedure<br>Need somebody to follow? Then let me lead ya<br>Now it`s time to rejoice<br>Cause now you got another funky record that`s kickin with the Shan`s voice<br>It`s `93 and I get nuff respect<br>Cause I ain`t nothin but a hip hop roughneck<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>Word