Usual Suspects (Part 2) lyrics

* bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:55

[Mic Geronimo]
YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G
Know the G, hah hah, know the face
Hah hah, know the name n*gga, hah
C'mon, yeah, yeah

Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all n*ggas ain't about this life
Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights
My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights
White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice
White wraps for these n*ggas who scrap and gun clap
Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back
Once you b*tch-made n*ggas started doin the rap
Seven figure sh*t really started ruinin rap
Take it back to hood sh*t bulletproof and biscuits
Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks
And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight
'til we screamin all of us hate

[Hook: Mic Geronimo]
You see sh*t's still real
Nothin ever change cause we still in the field
n*ggas try to front but the game's too real
We don't give a f*ck bout the way you feel
So f*ck what you feel and sh*t's still real
Nothin ever change cause we still in the field
n*ggas try to front but the game's too real
We don't give a f*ck bout the way you feel
So f*ck what you feel, yeah
[Big Stan]
Y'all n*ggas better get the guns
f*ck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it
When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it
That's the fake sh*t, argue and just make sh*t hot
And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make sh*t pop
n*gga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves
I'm ambidextrous, sold with the Glock and the snub
But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot
Then one big shot, and one kid drops
Head shot, closed lid over one big box
And a preacher left prayin over one big plot
Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world
And I'mma do it, wanna know how? f*ckin with Earl
He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup
With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt
Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck
B.S., Bloodline, what the f*ck you expect n*gga?

[Hook]

[DMX - overlapping Hook]
Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh

[DMX]
It's time to take out the garbage, y'all n*ggas want the hard sh*t
I got sh*t that'll start sh*t, rip apart sh*t and disregard sh*t
Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal
What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more?
"Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins
The bullsh*t we both went through form trusted friends
Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel)
f*ck what you heard baby! sh*t's still real
Y'all n*ggas think your sh*t don't stink, cause it don't think
Hit a motherf*ckin iceberg your ship won't sink
b*tch don't blink, cause I'mma hit you with somethin
I'mma hit you for frontin, I'mma hit you for nuttin? You buggin
I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through
It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you
f*ck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog
If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to
[Hook] - repeat 2X