Musketeers Of Pig Alley

Crack that pineapple open

Vision of break faces gettin＇ money lay in the boats

Got big rifles play the hood ride Benz cycles

Y＇all mens are psycho Killah Hill ＇ciples

More fly generics money make moves forget it

We got this locked since nineteen-seven

So many rods and weapons ain＇t no more reppin＇s

Take the sh*t back aggot we hate that

Meet the real we lock the real me/him lock the steel

Pop off pull out drop them bills

I run with all real killas all for realers

Nikes on awesome gorillas

Want more then kill ＇em front war reveal ＇em

I want him stretched out listen he lost the buildin＇

All fly gangstas more bankers hundred wit＇ us

We ex-dust *s don＇t even touch my drink

F**k around get shanked stabbed hot and broke

Ya＇ yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint

All my *s get paint yo what＇s my name

Lexus Diamond Ice Water Inc

Huh (uh-uh-uh-uh)

Uh Yeah

Once again in the motherf**kin＇ place

Fix yo＇ motherf**kin＇ face ni**a

Yeah you know how we gets down

Me and this mixo we so we so tight

Lex Diamond sound and uh

I bees the High Chief Jamel Arief

Straight from East Medina

And uh yo yeah

Yeah huh

They started jammin＇ in the park just after dark

Two turntables and their DJ scratchin＇

Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin＇

Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin＇

Temperature risin＇

Drape a ni**a up with the ratchet less talkin＇

Caught him on the ＇nard

Bomb like a G hard

Explosion rocks the Promenade I＇m God

And he show and provin＇

＇knowledge how he movin＇

Smift as the wisdom

Move from my gate in a drunken state

I wrote this degree

Adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see

Never fall victim dictate the fate

Leave the bake for the snake

If he take than I take his head without question

In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson

Now uh

Uh It＇s the pineapple Daquiri f**kin＇ up ya mindstate

Ya heard (Yeah) Spread the motherf**kin＇ word

Yo

I＇m from where it＇s real

*s peal ya＇ orange

We want enough bricks that we could build apartments

I General in the field of marksmen

The Bad Boys wit＇ me ain＇t Will or Martin

Feel what I＇m dropping I spit the ill doctrine

Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin＇

Two feet dug in the dirt

Up to the skirt

Spectator on the sideline lovin＇ the work

And my team ain＇t ya＇ average

CREAM we handle it

Fiends seekin＇ packages

Beams and banana clips

Festo If you wit＇ me Let＇s go

The nymphos love me X-O X-O

Boy listen hard think twice before you get involved

We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard

They call the riot squad

We live and in charge

Y＇all non-beleivers get reminded with scars

It＇s the pineapple Rebel I natural

Fine wine hundred proof spittin＇ mine at you

(CHUH-PUGH Ni**a )