Musketeers of Pig Alley (Remix)

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 shit back, faggot, 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 niggas, don't even touch my drink

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke

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

All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?

Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc

Huh. (uh-uh-uh-uh)

Uh! Yeah!

Once again in the motherfuckin' place

Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga

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 nigga 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 fuckin' up ya mindstate

Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word

Yo!

I'm from where it's real, niggas 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 droppin', 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! Nigga!)