Apartheid - Sean Price, Buckshot, General Steele

I can’t lose

The best MC in my hood, I can’t choose

Worst MCs in my town, I can’t cruise

Never fight dude with white spikes on dance shoes

The lame stuffer

Bang, deranged fucker

I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers

Make enemies, make friends

I make money, money make moves in the state pen', P

This is my slot, rookie

Your snot box get rocked over hydro cookies

Slapbox niggas

Free can of soda with the snack box, nigga

The rest I can’t tell ya

But catalog this shit as the best of Mandela

I tear apart gods

Separate head from neck and call it Apartheid

With the bloodclaat

Nigga, fi gunshot

Mafi play big shot

Shoot up them drug spot

Rude boy say fuck cop

Sean P and Buckshot

Buckshot, slugs fly

'Nough man a die for them tough talk

Tomahawk, these shots walk the walk

Llama spark, choppa bark

Box him up, cart him off

Leave, we are king of kings

Some say lord of lords

We spit the hardest bars

mastered the art of war

If Ruck don’t like you, Buck don’t like you

Ruck down, buck down, what a nigga might do

Black moonwalk on 'em, rest in peace to Michael

R.I.P.

Phife from Tribe, he in the light too

Hip-hop heaven, you see seven, that’s the God

All praises due to Allah, sun, moon, star

Some move bars, my nigga Ruck move cages

It’s only one Buck, but I bust two gauges

Yeah, drive your bitch crazy with my stick shift

Now she gassed up, wanna ride on my Clik dick

Groupie with an Uzi, nigga, shots after shot

But I’m bulletproof, when I’m in the booth, bombaclaat

Listen, if my nigga Ruck never said your name

Dead your claim, you with the fame, you with the lames

With the bloodclaat

Nigga, fi gunshot

Mafi play big shot

Shoot up them drug spot

Rude boy say fuck cop

Sean P and Buckshot

Buckshot, slugs fly

'Nough man a die for them tough talk

Tomahawk, these shots walk the walk

Llama spark, choppa bark

Box him up, cart him off

Leave, we are king of kings

Some say lord of lords

We spit the hardest bars

mastered the art of war

Yeah, the most area typical

Great ape, say it to your face, no subliminal

Straight craze, fuckin' maniac, act cynical

Finish you, you’s a little nigga, raps minuscule

Fuck is wrong with these niggas?

What in your mind would make you think I’d do a song with these niggas?

I know hitters, pimpers and killers

Lions, tigers, gorillas

Leave you tied up for a skrilla

Won’t find you 'til next December

Salute to the foundin' fathers

That birthed you when you was little

And saved you from all the sorrow

They did it so we wouldn’t have to do it

But we all want a taste, take a bite, taste the fluid

Drew, knew it, paper, blew through it, whole crew stupid

Bar fights, dark nights, but we all got through it (That's Boot Camp)

I’m my brother’s keeper 'til the day I’m sleepin'

Eat thy food, roll a tree and put your feet up, Apartheid