Chorus MC's it's on you DJ's it's on you And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you It's on you [Verse 2: Eno Red Rum] For those who boost
million since we started We cold hearted Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli
will lead.. (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) It's a
is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I
till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz Streched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin
opposites attract If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get ya back C'mon [Hook:] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the
love, up to the streets, With you on my mind, the walk starts again But you'll never be mine. I want you more, I can't help but want you more I can't
love Up to the streets With you on my mind The war starts again But you'll never be mine I want you more, I can't help but want you more I can't stop
hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how
task force The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine (Why you runnin around with the same old
leave me,bitch you better get you a passport Believe me hoe we carry straps like the task force Its easy practice like you takin a crash course/you down to yo final hour you
you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you) Un-der-stand, I'm not fucking around with you Try to resist I'll dismiss you Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you
it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face
matter who paid Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
[Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin
's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) {G-Dep} Creep with your people Though my
Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
