Mic Geronimo - The Usual Suspects Lyrics
featuring DMX Fatal Cormega Ja Intro: Mic Geronimo (DMX) Yeah.. (grrrrr) Introducing the Suspects DMX (grrrrr) Ja Rule Cormega Fatal Hussein (grrrrr) Mic Geronimo (my niggaz) [DMX] What's all the noise about? Have some respect shut the ***** up Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up Y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me? If I smack the shit outta this nigga His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?" But his 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, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me (WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes [Ja Rule] Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily Ja the one, what? Y'all don't hear me, nigga Y'all remember, C-M-C, '95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's wanna own me Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20 Y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what? Think again if you thought I gave a *****! Chorus: Mic Geronimo Yo.. Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-Y We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat* [Cormega] Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police ***** y'all (Yeah) Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition Look in my eye, you see realness The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest? Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision? My insight is deep, mental intuition Type essential, due to this trife life we livin My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty 9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest My only fear is 25 years of death [Fatal Hussein] One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six Now ain't that a *****, they sayin, "Hussein never shit" I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew You and your mother know don't go against, be on you Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks Bullets small as his G-B-30, niggaz lose it quick I had to get out of town, I done shot another dick Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side Money wise, surprised, thug niggaz on the rise These card cats is federal, you soft and shreddable Picturin every rappers comin at me all edible I lift past your crew, you know what I'm about Guinness-style, Outlawz, just hit up another out [Mic Geronimo] Hmmm, yeah, yeah, now Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz The live niggaz, pull a Mac what? Surprise niggaz Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers to get splashed back and take it light Slidin back when I was 16, Romelo my brother told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow Seein how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me wit them brothers who lost playin black DeNiro The boss of this, gettin tossed to Crist' The barber shit, we ballin flawlessly For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me The God, heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you niggaz 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, mother*****er Outro: Mic Geronimo Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect niggaz.. yeah What y'all thought I was gone? Never that, it's been deaded Y'all see
