Lyrical Breakdown of Usual Suspects - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah, introducing The Suspects
DMX, Ja Rule, L.O.X., Kadafi, Mic Geronimo
My niggas
What's all the noise about? Have some respect, shut the fuck up
Drive-by, money talking shit, yo, back the truck up
Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggas hear me
If I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here is like
"Yo, what nigga, what?" The big man is like, "Psych, yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M-to the-X
I can bring it from up here, enough is enough
Down to I'da take a day to take off the cuffs
I play with words, verbs and slurs, flip styles
Take his and hers, niggas is cursed, I get wild
So don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Got a lot of enemies and they all like to bang me
Nigga when I'm sleeping with one eye closed
One guy chose the door, left one guy froze, filled with holes
You're gonna be a long child before they touch this here
It's got age, concierge, let's take it there, make a mill' a year
With Bentleys, ice dripping off the jewels, daily
Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me, nigga?
Y'all remember, CMC, '95 December
Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
When I feel like I aim to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me
Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely
Like so many who cross roaded before me
Ja hit 'em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertently shitting on the top 20
Y'all niggas kill me, talking like y'all can't be touched
See, by the time y'all realize, I'll be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style chuck, nigga, what?
Think again if you thought I gave a fuck
[Verse 3: Jadakiss & (Method Man)
Yo, yo, yo
It's pitiful, everything's political
But I got more rounds now so all y'all can get a few
You know the shit that we be on, the three on
Must be the money like Dion that we see on
Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells
Twist L's, blow chaps with the rap cartel (Nigga)
(One nation under gutter, L.O.X. style, I bring it to your mother)
(Yeah)
(Christ can get iced if he fuck with my brother)
(You know who run New York so bump the undercovers)
Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare
My niggas stick together and none of us care
We ain't got time for cages (Doing ages)
Thinking of my crew (Holding my two razors)
Locking in (Locking out), I play the block
(Popping up), popping out (I like to shop)
I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns
(Honeys selling crack, put this pack on your son)
It ain't my fault, I want a vault full of money
(This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey)
Now who's to blame when you bleed? (Ain't no answer)
If it ain't a bullet, then I'ma die from cancer
Puff out 'til my lungs is gone
And nigga it's a war 'til the guns is gone
Yeah, yo
Giuliani showed me that Hell's another level
Blessed by Allah, possessed by the Devil
Born in this crime I was sworn to do
And slaying you fake thugs is performing too
I'ma bleed 2-5 'til my dying day
Spraying the AK 'til this world decay
If the Feds wanna stank, we gon' make them pay
Cursing they whole life 'til they old and gray
In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit
Will they murder me in Hell, crucify my lyrics?
Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it
All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit
Nothing nice 'bout a nigga when he doing his biz
Coming home to the next man raising your kids
To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head
'Cause niggas is gon' feel it 'til they cold and dead
Yeah, yeah, now
Running with five niggas, criminal disguised niggas
The live niggas, pull a MAC, what? Surprise niggas
Holding my mic stiletto-like
And fighting these waterhead brothers
Niggas splash back, then take your life
Sliding back from a 16, remember my brother told me
"Lay back, Ace, duck and play it mellow"
Seeing how I'm a young Othello
Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playing black dinero
A force it is, getting tossed in cribs
The rawest shit, we balling flawlessly
Forever y'all brothers try but never to touch me
The God heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form
Here I am, if it's on then it's on
If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker
Yeah, unusual suspects
Never suspect niggas
Yeah, what, y'all thought I was gone?
Never that, it's Vendetta
Y'all'll see