If You See Me

[Trigga?]

Yeah, yeh what the deal dog

[Where you from?]

BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG

Yeah what the dealy

Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC

Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best

Dogg Pound's the best

Verse 1: Trigga

Mic accurate, trade darts TL

Slight tint DL, quick flash

Smooth as a baby's ass,

Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage

And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos

Transactions, C-notes for the kilos

'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey

Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring

Get mashed out initiation face slashed out

Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar

Eye on me, feds spy on me

It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof

Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof

Ease up on the over proof

Level head the liable and leave ya for dead

Fill fulla lead

Incidents, classified accidents

No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays

I guess it's the American ways

Far from slaves,

Yet behind bars and cage

Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage

Verse 2: Baby S

It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'

See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin'

I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange

Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same

Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws

Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws

Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half

Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash

My intention to smash fast plex on elevators

Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader

I'm major now, women hit me on my pager

While I'm puffin' on the bombay,

The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way

And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay

Hook:

Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

If you see me in the NYC

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Verse 3: Short Khop

Got the session on lockdown

Make way for the cocked pound

Best to give it all you got now fool

For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture

Run up and extort ya

Abort ya missions,

Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat

Where the bomb at, chop up on that

Niggas I been there and done that

Catch a contact

By drainin', try trainin'

Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'

Ready for a taming

And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up

Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up

No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest

Anything to the left of monotonous

Mister Khopadopalous,

Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent

Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened

Verse 4: Kurupt

Check it out, got games, crackle

Clash of the titans up against the crackin'

Come to fuck you up, stuck you up

Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt

What the fuck you want?

All at you motherfucking small fry small guy

Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats

Blast wid a small gat

Run, and bust till his lungs collapse

And hit the corner pocket

But first strip his pockets

He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture

See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush

And the board and the paper and paint a picture

You shootin' and got shot

We shoot ya, Drex Luthor

?Then pull pens to report to zoopers?

I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass,

Double bags caught cash

Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks

Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop

Hook:

When you see me wid the DPG

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

And if you see me in the ING

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Verse 5: El-Drex

Yo, yo, verbal seizures

Coming from the black Johnny Fever

You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her

We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder,

At this point you realise that you ain't really need her

Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot

Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it

Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it

Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate

A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing

When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing

But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me

They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey

Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys

We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy

It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive

Betta contact ya physician for over dosage

You lost ya focus, realise what you get

A little bit of good shit

And alot of bullshit,

Now you wounded,

So you got exactly what you earned

You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return

Hook:

When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E

Just walk on by, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

If you see me in the NYC

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Before you fuck up my high

Fuck up my high

[Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']

All I wanna say,

FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN!

Yo, first of all,

After all this is over,

We still all go to sleep,

And we still wake up in the morning,

So give thanks to God,

Cause he loves us

For real, for real