M.M.O. - Face off

Tekst :

Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly)
I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly
They say that a man s life, gon be what it s gon be
So I switched the game around, and now it s on me
(You control your destiny) You niggaz keep testin me
like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be
(You re still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga s finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness..

M.M.O. - Hotel hoodlums

Tekst :

feat. Monk & Wu-Syndicate

[Triggnomm]
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Project unknown, patrol the death zone, pushin cyclones
Platoon python, Tyson, dead right arm
Live wire ignite, amidst the crossfire
Fatigue attire, murder scene, Alien Flyers
We midtown, rubber grip pounds, have a sit down
Hate to spit rounds, have the pigs bring the bloodhounds
M.M.O., say it orderly wit authority
Triggnomm, Joe Mafia, Myalansky

[Myalansky]
Stalkin cap, down low, not out at 20 seconds
Let the pounds blow, shit that go down for dough
Get jake on the boom horn, negotiatin ten mill
Hold the hostages late, helicopter surroundin the place
Bring the cash in the suitcase, make sure he s unarmed
If he s not, he ll turn us out like Solomon Monk

[Joe Mafia]
Hold my spit blubonic, fresh head trauma
Dance wit Mafia, who want sagas in this Metropolis?
Who stoppin me, two g, my team need God degree
Crossbow arson, thirty thirty s choppin hot whips
Ride dirty, was all mosaic, it s poverty penny
We comin through wit the heavyweight generators
That lace the ice gate, figure eighters
Ice Grillz pose the cheap thrill at the Ponderossa
So flame throw the toaster

[Myalansky]
Get suitcase money on you crash dummies
My comrades hungry, project cats who rock rags bummy
Son was stupid cuz he flashed where it ain t sunny
Crooks rock screw-face, snatch suitcase money

[Monk]
Yo, they featuring the Knights, thug niggas love the spotlight
We rock mics wit M.M.O., Wu-Syndicate raps is street tight
Wit heavy street slang, Compton niggas lust to gang bang
We ride or die the Cali way, fuck a D.K.
I rock the anchor wit banana clips, bitch niggas flip
When the gat s all in they shit, point blank range
They feel an impact, the deep impact
Shit, fuck.. feel the impact

M.M.O. - Criminal island

Tekst :

[Intro: M.M.O.]
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle (4X)

[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle where the roller coasters wild
At the youth, be causin shoots disputes for loot
The paper chase til you catch a major case
Youse a major player now, make the plays you baste
On Criminal Isle, let me keep your banger close
Be quick to pop toast or learn from bone birds
To catch wombs and head trauma, dear mama
You hear from a thug child on Criminal Isle
It s the train rob, for sure, bodies washed ashore
Shells of all fours, on elevator floors
Peelin all the doors, surveillance in the ceilings
Cameras record, it s all saw, the war whores
On Criminal Isle, jake can t find the tape
It s outlined and taped, every week is a waste
For Pete s sake, my piece is treatin your fate
Eat to your face, best to stay in a child s place
On Criminal Isle...

[Chorus 2X: Trigg nomm]
It s Criminal Isle, juveniles and fish outed
Henny and Jay, nah, we don t pop Crystal
Broadcastin live, from out to C.I.
Watch and you divide, when it s live and let die

[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it s fish out and generals
Front of Ocean Towers, usual profiles
Had a nine to five, for bout five to nine days
Came to the conclusion, you craze, crime pays
And buries it s way, ain t seen dough for days
Be ferocious, rage, when your toaster spray
On Criminal Isle, see, I survive and let die
Cop now to N.Y., spittin eye for an eye
Leave to death, loyalty, heat and the best
You know the rest, more or less, hustle and stress
Poverty and paper, on the low, schemin papers
A career crime, just to see a, mere dime
On my spare time, polish my nine, despite shine
On Criminal Isle, so gritty in Kiddy Land, as a child
Meanwhile, severe wounds and penile s
Hard knocks, and a hard rock on every hard block
Your hardest drop, eyeball witness the shots
On Criminal Isle, it s scheme is a kingpin
And beef houses gettin head shots from silk trousers
Can t be the lies, pay dues or be penalized
Wit wise guys that live a pie
On Criminal Isle, the shiest spies to stay alive
Hands be I, hold not to be my dick jocker
Hands C.I., life of a monster, ya ll

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: Trigg nomm]
It s Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle

[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it s Carry Gardens and Ocean Towers
Search Side and Z Park, see heat spark
Turtles see in the park, battlin guinea gain
On the back spin, and it s speaker be a mack 10
On Criminal Isle, it s two double o seven
The white buildings, see your houses and graves in
Stay blazin , one way out, one way in
B.D.F.N., last stop, to Brooklyn
See Criminal Isle, and on fire, coconuts and mermaids
Rubber POWs, get sprayed, on Criminal Isle
We tough it, two thugs, buck it out
Time for herb, take me to the suburbs
Where a bounce never heard, and that s my word
Them cats is buck wild, way out in Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, I member money and murder
And other amused, Mr. Coney Island, never heard of Criminal Isle

[Chorus to fade]

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

CIA

You won t believe what I m after,
I play this game for keeps.
Lot s of blood, and disaster,
I ll drop you down on your knees.
I (?) so called religion,
The right to do as you please.
If they should hold...

Separate lives

It s been a long road
We ve walked the last mile
We reach the same conclusion
And we stop for a while

Together we know
The way we must go
We re leaving an illusion
That s for us to share
Only for us to share

We...

Espanol

Soy un gringo
Americano
Del pais brutal y frio
Nada de esa mierda
Es mi culpa
Y un dia yo vi la salida
Ya yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hablo espanol
Ya yo hable espanol
Yo hablo espanol

Vendi...

I pozostanie tajemnica

I pozostanie tajemnicą, co robiłam wczoraj przed snem
Czy jestem świętą, czy grzesznicą
Tylko moja mama to wie
To pozostanie tajemnicą
Nie usłyszy o niej świat
Gazety o tym nie napiszą
Nie zarobią netto plus vat
No a pan? Co pan o mnie pomyśli to
I tak mi się...

Fancy

I remember it all very well lookin back
It was the summer i turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of new orleans
We didn t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
And mama d spent every last penny we had
To...