Lil Advice lyrics - Crucial Conflift

Yo check it out, knahwhat I'm saying?
It's time to get a real low down
About how it goes, knahwhat I'm saying?
Ain't no need to beat around the bush
So uhh, just check out these playas
Pop it like this

[Verse 1: WildStyle]

You like this hoe
I bump this hoe
She be turning tricks man
Let me show you how to play your way
Up in this pimpin' game
Tell ya this from the get go
If I catch ya with another brother
You just gone be hurting fast
Hittin' wid why?
Don't you cry?
But bitch you out there bad
Get what you can, understand
I got another plan
Try to wreck shop and spit it fast
Pass a bag as I tag dag
Now I'm fin' to go for first scullie man
I'm mannish, dirty shouldn't hurt me
Why the foul niggas always wanna serve me?
Who gives a fuck they be like me
Never let no motherfucker spook me
Like I'ma goofy,
I'm down in this town so slick
And I want that coochie
I'm blazing up,
Come in all, rodeo
When we go
A pimp is a pimp
And a hoe is a hoe
Nigga let that shit go

[Hook:]

Here's a little something
That I think ya'll should know
A pimp is a pimp
A mack is a mack
A hoe is a hoe

When you on the street
You got to let that shit roll
A pimp is a pimp
A mack is a mack
A hoe is a hoe

[Verse 2: Cold Hard]

I'm just a slick nigga anyway
Being bogus to a bitch is how I'm raised
Ain't no sense trying to get in this
If you broke hoe get up out my face
"You a trip!" , No I ain't no trip
Watch my pimpin' in the future bitch
Hoe trying to play these mind games
Like these trick lames get these bitches rich
Uhh, guess who ain't tripping bitch?
For the shit you be trying to pull slick
I'ma stand on ya ass fast and pass
Watch me hit another lick
Hoe I ain't bout that groupie shit
I'm gon' come out squeaky clean
Have you ever seen,
When a man fiend,
Cause he ain't got no damn green
Square figmonts and marry them hoes
Fake Tims and paying 'em jealousy flaring 'em
Just cause a nigga be wearin' and tearin' 'em
Big thick I wannabes I must be scaring 'em
Got a bitch nigga wanna be my companion
To keep them hoes from all that bragging
But hell nah, it's Cold Hard
On the bitch I bogart

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Never]

Check it out,
You gotta pimp a bitch
Gotta put a bitch down on
How to go make that cash
Creep in slick, get up and dig
Then just straight break his ass
Cause it really don't make no sense
Just to get up wid a hoe
And she ain't gettin' paid
Bitch betta have my money laid
Down like a nigga strung out on hay
Hoes might try to strut man,
And pop game, back at a pimp
Real hoes know not to fuck wit me
Cause I really ain't down for the broke shit
Bitch wanna know how Never do it
Never did it, now that bitch wid me
Sticking her hands up in ya pockets
Giving me all your fucking profits
And it ain't no thing
I let a hoe know quickly she gotta go
When she getting to attracted to a nigga
Out on the stroll she can have that nigga
Bitch I'ma get my pockets bigga
Slow down throw down and pimp anotha hoe
Why fuck up the game trying to reclaim that bitch
Just let her go

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kilo]

On the level pick a business
Never snooze on the game
Up out a freaky bitch
A pimp is a pimp ya'll
That'll find every vic
That's waiting cause it appears to be
A mack is a mack when I'm rolling
Bitches be riding that dick like a horsie
Giddy up wid it baby
Never loving no bitches
Giving me jones that can force me
Niggas turn to mack like us
Cause they getting played
At they own damned skin
Fall in love start fighting for that hoe
Trick or treating like it's halloween
If you can't see open up your eyes
And wake up cause you sleep on your knees
Cause I said it was a time when a no good hoe
You need to be getting rich
How you calling yourself a pimp
Boy you fucking up the game,
Scullies taking you off your square
You ain't a playa youz a lame
Don't push me just want the pussy
If you broke please don't tempt me
Kilo's on that hi-tech shit
A bitch will never pimp me

[Hook]

Tell It To The Judge lyrics - Crucial Conflict (feat. Q-Ball)

[Judge]

Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & Neverless
You all are being charged with
Kidnapping, aggravated assault,
Armed robbery, money laundering,
Dope slanging and gang banging
And all that other type a shit
That I can't believe
Tell me, do you think you're guilty

[Verse 1: WildStyle]

Look here your honor
My life was full of broken dreams
I had to hustle on the corner
Selling crack to the fiends
Dope slanger, gang banger,
Shit, had to be it
Give the hoes a break up quick.
A PIMP I was born to be
The hoes was bringing me liquor
And the fiends was calling me God
My connection was the government
They gave me the job
I was slanging on the block
Two for ten, after dark
Pump blasted two springs dead
All you heard was BLOWS BARRED
We was slanging them automatics
Fuck them niggas that tried to jack
Rags to riches told the bitches
Motherfucker I'm a maniac
My case is a nowhere
Cause my lawyer's got a grudge
Fuck it, I'm guilty
Suck my dick judge

[Verse 2: Cold Hard]

Hey I'm sorry to become
What a motherfucker became
It was the way that I was raised
In this motherfucking game
Try to tame myself
But it wasn't no help
Hell yeah a nigga snapped
Had to keep my fucking rep
Making gosh darn niggas step
Always trying ta test me
Cause I'm a big old shorty
When I upped her thing
It weren't no game
Playing wid this shit's got me horny
When I was just a little boy
Played wid hoes instead of toys
Fuck what a motherfucker say
I'm going to drink my banging choice
Cause I wasn't one a them ones bitch
I grew up a lunatic
Had to have my snap so I jack
So I roll wid a big ol' ass clik
Know how WildStyle, Kilo, Never
Beat the system did it clever
All this shit that we endured
Tryin' to tell it to the judge

[Hook x2:]

Coming up in this game
Was a bogus generation
Living life just to bang
Just to slang's my occupation
Tryin' to make it some way
And it don't matter cause my attitude
And visions the same
So you can tell it to the judge dude

[Verse 3: Never]

Now as a young buck in the hood
It was hard to get by hard to make it
Had to make a way anyway I could
So I had to take it
And it drove me to a point
That I had my mind on bustin'
Caught up in the lifestyle of a thug
Guess it was up in the blood
Niggas try to play me bogus shit
Nigga roll you know I'm slick
Rolling wid a bogus clik
So nigga just kill that shit
Ran up in the nigga's crib
Didn't think that he was gonna live
Pull the trig, heard him scream
But he didn't die cause he was a fiend
Strung on dope
And the nigga ran his mouth
And now I'm locked up
Looking up out the window
Ain't no window
And it's fucked up
Could it be that I had a grudge
Couldn't show him no fucking love
Caught a case, face to face
Had to tell it to the judge

[Verse 4: Kilo]

Yeah you caught me now
But I already went to hell and back
For my life as a gang banger
Standing out in the cold
And I can't slanga
Never thought I'd live this long
Went to sit in a room by myself
Having thoughts of all the things
That I've lost in the world
Thinking I'm getting close to death
But now I'm having flashbacks
And I can't get no freedom
Never had no pot to piss in
Nobody to help me out, so a nigga sin
Robbing bitches broke and dumb
Couldn't read and write to one
Gats you never trust
Snatching chains from the back of the bus
And it ain't no thing for me to pop a bitch
I broke my shit to the left and killed
Arms, legs, legs, arms, head
Forgive me for my damn sin
Now I'm facing double life
But life ain't long enough punk
Cause that's to the bodies in my trunk
Now I got to face the judge

[Hook x2]

[Judge]

While I reach my verdict
You're all being sentenced
To life in prison
With no obligation of parole
Get 'em outta here guards
Get 'em outta my face

Ride The Rodeo lyrics - Crucial Conflict (feat. Toi)

[Chorus]
Hoochie, Coochie Everything
It's all hidey-ho
shake the party
drink forties
the rodeo. [2X]

Cold Hard, Never, Wild, Kilo,
finna bring it on.
Gitty up when I look around
everybody's zoned.
Bustin' out with the Tonka Toi
bout to make some noise
got the crowd the brothas proud
of the Flict boyz.

Rollin' down the avenue
real slow,
lookin' for a freaky deek
that's good to go.
Who we gone pick lord
we don't know.
Whoever we pick got to be slick
and throw down with that rodeo.

I can't take this anymore
you keep on knocking at my door.
Why you wanna waste my time
in and out of my life.
Tonight's the night we ride the rodeo.

[Chorus]

Gitty up now
drop down to the flow
Rodeo can you ride it
some might brag a bit
then don't know how to ride a lick.
What's happenin'
Rodeo
make a move and get down wit it.
Toi with the clique from Conflict
Rodeo
ride it.

Sitting here in my bedroom
thinking of all the things you can do
when you touch me in all the right places
my toes curl up
I just can't take it.
You told me that you cared
and you wanna stay away
but why can't you stay
for awhile and play.
Tonight's the night that we ride the rodeo.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now.
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now.
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up.
Gitty up now.
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now.
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now.
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up.
Gitty up now.

Tonight is the night that we ride the rodeo.

To The Left lyrics - Crucial Conflict

[Chorus x2:] Shoulda broke it to the left man

[KILO]
I was born to be a PIMP!
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
Never caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon,
Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped
When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit,
In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang
was the knowledge I (???) to the left side,
Went under(??? walkin???)well, hangin on the curb puffing herb
Straight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get my nine
Strappin up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block
This is a stick up,don't make it no limit let's pick up (nigga)
You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka
You best to give it up to the right, thats them niggas conception
But thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left

[Chorus x3]

[Wildstyle]
They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass
I'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it
BITCH
Comin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side
Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa
Blastin at the niggas on the other side
picking up the trigger when you come up right?
Aint no love what love got to do with it
when you be slappin them ugly BITCHES!
Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes
She be giving up the pussy left and right
I could've fucked that hoe last night
Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set,
45 automatic if you want to get off your chest
Shoulda broke it to the left man

[Chorus x3]

[ColdHard]
Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static
Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it
For fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker
that you thought you had you a trickhead
Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit
And your whole click aint shit to me
Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D
Bustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast
Know you hoes can come and see me
Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time
Specially when I come to shoot
I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine
Only you some nigga dying
to hell wit his momma and them and all that crying
Nigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN,
Another nigga that wont make it in this world man,
played hisself to the right
And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame
Should've broke it to the left man

[Chorus x3]

[Never]
Could it be that a nigga want to play game,
And the game done already been played,
Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit
for your homies in they grave,
Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep,
So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper
When you told the playa pimp ill beat ya
and a nigga like me was always in the game
Cuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight
Nigga used to get they ass (???), and its still the same up in the CHI
Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin butts up in they face,
On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace,
And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid
Smokin on a fat sack, gat to the left
lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray
Pimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay
In the cradle, if ya able
Break it to the left man

[Chorus]
[till song fades out]

Just Getting My Money lyrics - Crucial Conflict (feat. Tasha Keller)

[Hook:]

Just getting my money
All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me
Just getting my money
I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see
Just getting my money
Mack all the way what can I say
Just getting my money
I'm the prince of the funk
And it sounds this way

[Verse 1: Cold Hard, Kilo]

Introducing myself as the chief-king Cold Hard
Looking cold like the blow
Of windsmoke like a bodyguard
Slick as the slickest
Slicker you can thinka
Screw me ya goofy trick
And then I'll switch ya
Got me all hot when haters be at me
Tryin' ta kick off something cause I be jazzy
But I don't trip at all, I keep on macking
Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking

[Kilo]

Check it out I strut
Peeping all the good butts
Can I get it on you can have a cut
Of a potent raw dope party
That have you peeped in one hit
Of the key to mack, have you freaking
Straight game from the Chi-town
The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls
I'ma thousand grammes so act clown
Playas hated looking faded
Ain't that funny, dummy,
Yo girl be giving up the money

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Neverless]

Brothers like me you know I have ta ball a bit
Out wit the Conflict and you know we runnin' it
My fellas told me there's a gang hanging on the road
Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4's
They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same
Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain
But I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mine
Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines
We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5
Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild Style
Freaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the best
Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now
Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay
Crucial Conflict's got 'em in the barn smoking on hay
But still it's on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day
As I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: WildStyle]

Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side
As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back
In the 'Lac we be like snicking a mix like this
Every single day when I play my way
Cause it ain't no thing for me ta just chill
Got my money in my pocket everything is real
Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me?
Creepin' it's the weekend and I'll be sneaking
Bass penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime
Ya see the mack make it easy,
All a y'all freaks we can party all night
Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put 'em up high
Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat,
Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me
To all you MCs, playas indeed, it's the wicked WildStyle
And I'd like ta say peace

[Hook til' fade]

Get Up lyrics - Crucial Conflict

[Hook:]

Get up, ride, sit back
Who's dangerous
Get up, pow, you foul
Can't hang wid this
Get up, now, gun blast
It's a Conflict
Get up, ride, sit back
Who's dangerous

[Verse 1: WildStyle]

It's time to get up and hit the hay
Wid the high ass hay song
Betta come and get some
Drop the top up in and
Cock the glock and peel
Rolling through the teal
What it feel?
And if I slip
Ya betta come equipped
Listen to the whips
And the gunshot rips
I really don't give a damn how you feel
I kill if I gotta do it
Down and to the ground I nail
When it's time to mack, them freaks,
I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh,
When I get it wid a girl and the dough
It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos
When I gon' slang them thangs
They write the word the word is flict
Tricks wid style it's WildStyle
I'm pissed, you think you can throw
Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back
Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness
You supposed to be a playa
But you running at the mouth
Shoulda mind your business
Come and get it try to get it
Rougher than the necks
I break necks on somebody wanna flex
Then let's flex and get it off your chest
The wild west, yes, flict

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cold Hard]

It's the wicked wild west,
Winchester for your chest
Or your man people just can't understand
That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up
When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze
Then you losing ya whole damn crew
Those scoundrels got a round for 'em
If ya mama want drama
I'ma bump her in too
Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out
HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!
Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout
Death for real pow
Never could ya get it
Wid a renegade desperado,
Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain
I be coming round the mountain,
Gunning, nigga done in
Ya best ta giddy up
When ya hear them horsies troddin'
At full riding, and ya climbing
And someone shotting
Much trouble passing on the barnyard
Go 'head and bounce and let it go
I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow
It's the real rodeo kicking the flow
So hoe on the ride
Can ya giddy up hoe?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kilo]

Thinking I won't bust you
Don't luck your punk
Glad ta get your body stunk
As I creep wid a rowdy clik
Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk
Man I hate ta do this shit
Cause it was my melody
Thought that I called him a bitch
So I up my barrel-y
Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide
That's why he died nobody cried
He shouldn'ta tried
Holla flict and ride
Meet you in your next life
Get on you square get high tonight
Cause last night when he been here
Now he wanna know why he didn't ride
A pocket knife or even flict
Boing boing ya see me dong floing
Giddy up now watch me get thoing
Get ya ass fast I'ma last
Demonstrate, pass we crash
Face to face and my nigga
Gohilian mixed beast type nigga
Dangerous to the world
Giddy up now what you figure nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Never]

Everybody giddy up
Drum down on your money
Do you wanna put um up now, shit
Fucking put him up punk
I'ma put him in the trunk
I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives
All a bag a funk
And go coast to coast and GET UP
Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine
Doing hard time
In the state a mind of a, killa
Niggas act like I won't pull
Tha block block blam
Boogie woogie shake it to the left man
Back to the right man
Making the tightest song
Gone again, drinking on gin
Smoking on hay getting in my zone
Riding slick been on the block a bit
Put on the good old Final Tic
C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up
While we kick that rodeo
Back to back we gonna smoke on
And toke a sack and tack the proke on
I was born to get up and put 'em in flight
Never say never cause never'll do
And make 'em all giddy up tonight
Side to side let's ride and roll
Ya can't control ya self no more
So come on ya gone
Got 'em all dropping
And leave 'em hopping
To the hip old west
For you ya boo ya whole crew too

[Hook]