Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted shit boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections for the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka now I got one
I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue
State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop the thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution - courage what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin'
Aiyyo, I play emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep
Nigga what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots from here to the Watts Tower Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us? It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that love don't love nobody My department be collections remember that Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question
I'm deep with a vicious vendetta Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures constructed as architecture Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares
Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, WHAT YOU WANNA DO?
I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue
Aiyyo what up nigga I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga you know I ain't the man but I got connections (right) for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need you to handle a little something for me though on the real though (You know I might not can't slip and do that right now but I got somebody to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo I need you to take care of it man (Yo I put this on everything I love man, it's real sneaky, sister hood Females sneak up in here and come through (yeah)
235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin' Emcee season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections