Vangundy

[Billy Billions]<br>Yo, you really got all them guns but can`t hunt me<br>Billy run NY team, like Vangundy<br>Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy<br>Get the wack shit from them, and then from me<br>Billy on CD, then cop it bro<br>Only got true love if it profit bro<br>And I live life hard, you can`t knock it bro<br>If I know I`m gon eat, what I`m stoppin for<br>Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who<br>Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do<br>Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker<br>Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out<br>I`m nervous like drunk taxi turns<br>Bitches be wantin me like they tax return<br>Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L`s too<br>My whole crew is straight from Belvue<br>If you wanna test I failed you<br>Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you<br>Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied<br>Bill shot tip hop like Missy died<br><br>[Bo]<br>Blow my thing reckless, F E 1`s will never catch me<br>My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy<br>Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact<br>This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat<br>Wit dope bomb, then post long<br>I`m on the mics like En Vogue song<br>With the heart of lion like Voltron<br>We don`t pop champagne, east New York, this aint a damn game<br>No powder here neither cuz we aint tryin to run no campaign<br>I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my clit be??????<br>I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby<br>East New York, you know we lockin it down<br>And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now<br><br>[Ruck]<br>We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles<br>I`m tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles<br>The don`ll show you, meet villa I`m calm and noble<br>But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you<br>That`s the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow<br>Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows<br>Half a pound in the bag of bravos<br>Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos<br>The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers<br>On the truck, DVD, TVs and two ballers<br>And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess<br>Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin leg stretches<br><br>[Nolan Epps]<br>They bury niggas put `em on while I`m wildin<br>Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island<br>Suffer county nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga<br>Never lost but you lucky that you found me nigga<br>I take this rap shit more serious than others<br>Born an only child no sisters and no brothers<br>Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me<br>Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me<br>Cuz in the streets it`s either kill or be death row<br>And I aint tryin to die I`m tryin to live to see mo` dough<br>Now that`s realer than "Real Deal Holyfield"<br>A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appeal<br>New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel<br>Lovin life, stress free how a nigga feel<br><br>[car crashing]<br><br>[Big Kim]<br>Watch out, like The Beatnuts<br>I get loose like sluts, givin it up<br>Easy on these cuts<br>Me diggy dog I`m a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so<br>Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross<br>Def Squad baby girl of course<br>Go ahead talk shit like you know<br>All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window<br>Pitch black, Tahoe<br>Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child<br>Long Isl, I`m the black tall star<br>Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar<br>I`m K I M, behold the black queen<br>In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans<br>Baby girl comin through<br>Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global<br><br>[Sy Scott]<br>Sy get hostile, in thin square time`s illogical<br>Rap done fucked up and created a monster<br>Tryin to do with verses, crime watches<br>I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors<br>Watch out I pull my crotch out<br>Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts<br>You enlighten me when I`m angry, I`m stir crazy<br>New nigga in rap I don`t know if you heard lately<br>Sy Scott I`m the shot like the glock<br>With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box<br>I`m, artistic, they all autistic<br>Tip it all to me fuckin with the ultimate<br>Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented<br>They agonize on many minutes after admittance<br>The meanest what I mean is I`m merciless like Ming is<br>My mean street mangles the meaningless<br>Seem seemingless when I`m singing I win when emceeing<br>Skim cleaning like spring cleaning<br>Def Squad Mr. know it all<br>*Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don`t fuck with the waterfall*<br><br>[PMD]<br>Ayo, I don`t care unless the game change<br>Don`t ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain<br>Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine<br>You know the M O, still writin like I`m shoppin a demo<br>So fuck a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo<br>Still crack your back, still snappin necks<br>Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks<br>Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat<br>For any niggga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat<br>Get your shit pushed back, when I`m, heidy ho<br>So leave me alone when I`m ridin low, slidin slow<br>Chronicked out off the Cali `dro<br>Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know<br>I definitely hold my man down and he holds me<br>Pumpin Ghost`s CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be<br>So when our crew strikes they strike proper<br>When they start sprayin shit to fuck up<br>Fuck callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper<br>I`m nice with mine, precise with mine<br>When I cop jewels to floss, yo I cop ice with mine