M.M.O. - Criminal island
Tekst :
[Intro: M.M.O.]
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle (4X)
[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle where the roller coasters wild
At the youth, be causin shoots disputes for loot
The paper chase til you catch a major case
Youse a major player now, make the plays you baste
On Criminal Isle, let me keep your banger close
Be quick to pop toast or learn from bone birds
To catch wombs and head trauma, dear mama
You hear from a thug child on Criminal Isle
It s the train rob, for sure, bodies washed ashore
Shells of all fours, on elevator floors
Peelin all the doors, surveillance in the ceilings
Cameras record, it s all saw, the war whores
On Criminal Isle, jake can t find the tape
It s outlined and taped, every week is a waste
For Pete s sake, my piece is treatin your fate
Eat to your face, best to stay in a child s place
On Criminal Isle...
[Chorus 2X: Trigg nomm]
It s Criminal Isle, juveniles and fish outed
Henny and Jay, nah, we don t pop Crystal
Broadcastin live, from out to C.I.
Watch and you divide, when it s live and let die
[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it s fish out and generals
Front of Ocean Towers, usual profiles
Had a nine to five, for bout five to nine days
Came to the conclusion, you craze, crime pays
And buries it s way, ain t seen dough for days
Be ferocious, rage, when your toaster spray
On Criminal Isle, see, I survive and let die
Cop now to N.Y., spittin eye for an eye
Leave to death, loyalty, heat and the best
You know the rest, more or less, hustle and stress
Poverty and paper, on the low, schemin papers
A career crime, just to see a, mere dime
On my spare time, polish my nine, despite shine
On Criminal Isle, so gritty in Kiddy Land, as a child
Meanwhile, severe wounds and penile s
Hard knocks, and a hard rock on every hard block
Your hardest drop, eyeball witness the shots
On Criminal Isle, it s scheme is a kingpin
And beef houses gettin head shots from silk trousers
Can t be the lies, pay dues or be penalized
Wit wise guys that live a pie
On Criminal Isle, the shiest spies to stay alive
Hands be I, hold not to be my dick jocker
Hands C.I., life of a monster, ya ll
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Trigg nomm]
It s Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, Criminal Isle
[Trigg nomm]
Live off Criminal Isle, it s Carry Gardens and Ocean Towers
Search Side and Z Park, see heat spark
Turtles see in the park, battlin guinea gain
On the back spin, and it s speaker be a mack 10
On Criminal Isle, it s two double o seven
The white buildings, see your houses and graves in
Stay blazin , one way out, one way in
B.D.F.N., last stop, to Brooklyn
See Criminal Isle, and on fire, coconuts and mermaids
Rubber POWs, get sprayed, on Criminal Isle
We tough it, two thugs, buck it out
Time for herb, take me to the suburbs
Where a bounce never heard, and that s my word
Them cats is buck wild, way out in Criminal Isle
Criminal Isle, I member money and murder
And other amused, Mr. Coney Island, never heard of Criminal Isle
[Chorus to fade]
M.M.O. - A jazzy rhyme
Tekst :
[Intro: Naisha (Triggnomm)]
Yo this shit s recording kid
So drop some jazz shit (drop some shit)
Drop some jazzy shit, (put the blunts down)
Drop some jazzy shit, (son set it off, set it off)
[Naisha]
The State of Naisha, mug like Tai Yung
Piss fruit wine, travel like fruit flies
Through blue skies, America, San Pucci can take
Cushion, I owe extinction, and play bronze
Wit violins, we deep like talons
It s Costello, the classic M.J. smoke weed says
Live like the life on ya R.C.A.
The odyssey, blood and poetry, the shako wit pottery
A mockery, to slay me a Mussolini wit Kennedy
Muscle me, Emilio Savage team
Goodfellas is obscene, my off the can is fuck up the scene
Bonjour Madame, sushi, you bleed burgundy
Oh sanata, doing a bada, Benjamin on Pearl Harbor
Uh, you feeling it, spoke the smooth words of Shawn Carter
My day will hood ya rob saga, the city in red
Seen the crew, dealt the income, seven P.M.
Bermuda tennis, remember in the A.M.
Shit like stankon, or bredren, we spread like tiger bomb
Twisted and feel it on, black espionage
Bump Nas, crack the Naisha, all in favor
[Chorus 2X: Triggnomm]
It s a jazzy rhyme from the J to the Z
Wit a classic shine like a 98 M3
Smooth as Badu, slow mo from Malibu
To Honolulu, The Massive, we comin through
[Triggnomm]
Peep the latest, medallions players
My scene is a drop top black Beem, interior mint green
Plus loaded, pass Naish the dice, bet he roll it
4-5-6, stock bank, now we holdin
Niggas is cucci, we absolutely get the lucci
Son, I love money, like Ricky love Lucy
In fact, I know this cat in Colorado named Ricardo
Pushin milato s, money and murder was his motto
He read the Bible, that s only cuz he live the trifle
New his days were numbered the surface of disciple
Meanwhile, he stay browsin for housin
Cuz black cats just can t play these maps wit thousands
Ice jewels, cuz cash rule, keep a two
True hard knock, take that ass straight to school, son
I got a feeling we gon rise this far
Word bonds, scratchin my palm, eatin shrimp parmegan
True Don Juan, wit the iced out clusters on
You gots to hustle, then son, get ya hustle on
You gots to gamble, then son, get ya gamble on
Big Trigga, best believe, I m gon handle long
[Chorus 4X]
M.M.O. - Old timers
Tekst :
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
[Chorus: Lil Fame]
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze
[Billy Danze]
This is for them cats from way, way back
When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match (damn)
Y all look good in them sheep skins
Make noise in the middle of the street all week
Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man
Can t be fuckin up them sneakers while you at ya jam
Get up on the speakers and your B-Boy stand
I remember the Beemer, I remember the Cadillac
I remember the seat broke back
I remember the chick wasn t legit unless her ass was fat
Uncle, I remember all that
When the main reason for squeezin was to let em know your got one
Pop shots at the party to see niggas run
When the 38 long, was the worst biggest gun
You niggas had a lotta fun
[Chorus: Lil Fame]
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
[Lil Fame]
I used to them lean (lean) hard as fuck
Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck
Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin the block
In them 98 Oldsmobile wit the rag top
Try to look these in your BVD
In the wind, wit ya Kangols, Puma s and Lee s
Used to drink private stock, Millers and Old Gold
Had the v-goose sweater when the weather got cold
Oh (oh) dirty 38 s was the tool that ll bless you
(Saturday Night Special)
O.G. niggas, God damn I miss em
Pumpin Run-D.M.C. thru the goose neck system
It don t matter, up or down hill nigga
Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga
If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow
This is M.O.P., shout to your isle, for the love
[Chorus: Billy Danze]
[Chorus: Lil Fame]
[Hook 2X: Crystal Asia]
Back in the days, back in the days
I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school
Back in the days, back in the days
I really want to take it back to the way things used to be
