paroles de chanson New Improved (feat. Manchuz & Kendra) - Buddha Monk
Yo,
what?
What?
Run
kid,
run!
You
should
break
North
for
thinkin
with
your's
Send
out
track
signed
sincerely
harcore
Throw
you
in
a
choke
hold
ho,
smack
you
with
the
Mac-one-one
My
raps
are
double-action,
run
the
track
from
the
back
end
Don't
have
me
bust
your
lip
or
have
my
Glock
slips
That's
one
of
you
rap
crews
in
the
lip,
huh?
I'm
two
seconds
off,
I'm
one
second
lost
from
a
six-pack
Now
we
put
in
together,
we
can
all
get
that
Huh?
Puff
forty
the
rocker,
Shorty
naughty
with
two
squigs
Three
pulls
then
pass
it
back,
don't
even
ask
me
why,
black
You
may
act,
sane,
you
make
act,
shady
I
think
he's
still
goin
crazy
over
his
baby
Hailey
Go
'head
Hailey
walk
slow,
my
slow
flow's
so
remarkable
The
rap
attract
until
MC's
come
so
I
could
spark
a
few
Put
you
on
starvin
like
a
hostage,
put
you
on
like
'em
Fossils
What
a
rascal,
triangular
when
I'm
verbal
head-bangin
ya
This
style,
lean
on
poles
and
watch
heads
fold
And
bang
their
pins
like
it's
the
same
session
So
call
the
best
that
you
know,
uh,
I'm
numero
uno
Number
one,
ho,
whatever
language
you
know
You
could've
been
my
ace
or
my
ill,
we
go
through
cases
to
beer
Right
now
you
goin
aces
of
fear
So
it's
a
rhyme
fract',
don't
turn
out
the
lights
And
beast
walk
the
streets,
got
you
scared
of
the
night
"Play
y'all
niggas
drunk,
it
ain't
no
mothafucka
like
me"
"Cuz
I
be
on,
I
be
on
some
new
improved
next
shit"
They
call
me
Darth
Vader
when
I'm
invadin
your
space
Raid
your
area
(Yo
Bazaar
hit
'em
with
the
mace)
Leave
that
hard
shit
up
under
a
rock,
ya
sound
fake
The
platfrom
shake,
I'm
like
a
human
earthquake
Feel
the
tremors,
lights
get
dimmer,
cut
your
power
lines
Short-shiggety-shine,
illuminate
your
mind
I
heard
too
many
rhymes
slackin,
too
many
MC's
be
lackin
The
skill
that
it
takes
(and
they
still
rappin!)
My
apparatus
is
the
baddest,
my
lyrical
flow's
the
maddest
Your
style
is
the
Pips
without
Gladys
(HOO!)
Light-Brite,
these
MC's
be
writin
wack
rhymes
Claimin
that
they
pullin
fifty
triggas
at
a
time
(Yo
they
lyin)
I'm
out
firin,
yo
Puff
you
be
While
you
poppin
shit
I'm
puttin
nuts
up
in
your
girl
coochy
I
roll
the
mic
up
in
the
Philly
Smoked
it,
now
watch
these
MC's
get
silly
From
the
contact,
Dragon,
I
rip
mic's
tight
Poppin
coochy
in
the
daytime
and
lyrics
at
night
Damn
right,
Bob,
I
rock
a
rhyme
non-stop
Straight
from
Brooklyn
where
my
hip-hop
gets
dropped
Ain't
no
mothafucka
like
me.
On
some
next
shit,
holdin
laser
three-eighties
Givin
laser
dick
to
a
bitch
like
Kendra,
playa
I'm
on
tracks
hustlin
my
pen,
I'm
a
Nigga
Wit
Attitude
Like
Ren
and
Dre,
keepin
s
gangsta
And
I
teach
my
little
couso's
how
to
spit
verbal
ammo
That
I
had
Flex
on
they
dick
and
bomb
shit
up
When
my
squad
rolls
up,
it's
Nuthin
But
a
G
Thang
We
keep
raps
potent,
that's
a
gumbo
thing
Whodi!
(Buddha
Monk)
Got
y'all
niggas
on
ya
back
like
I'mma
fuck
'em
in
the
V
If
you
see
my
cheetahs,
China
rings
oas
(It's
the
darker
slower
kamikaze
gun
totin
Bust
a
rhyme,
first
one
with
the
Hennessy,
drunk
totin)
It's
motion
on
stage,
put
niggas
in
a
craze
Musical
chairs
when
I
raise
like
flags,
a
forte
Hell
raise,
find
ya
by
durags
(durags)
You
crews
laugh,
this
staff
blew
too
fast
(We
never
knew
that
our
slang
would
cause
too
much
impact
On
the
Devil,
wantin
to
reject
that
but
the
kids
is
buyin
that)
Nigga's
tryin
that,
tricks
we
give,
tricks
with
kids
Tricks
we
live,
catchin
licks,
all
in
the
demon's
grip
Need
I
say
more?
Blow
up
Buddha-God,
the
stage
shore
Salute
the
lyrical
tear-up,
we
never
fearin
you
Scarin
you,
too
tough
for
the
wack,
we
never
hearin
you
(You
stuck
by
two
of
the
greatest
captors
(Yes)
We
bomby
blue,
blarin
on
every
track,
if
you
ask
us
It's
the
BlackOut,
bum-rush!)
You
wanna
get
stupid?
(Cold,
ready
to
aim
to
bust
back
and
make
noise)
My
corpse
is
a
RZA
from
a
Killah
or
nine
thriller
Passin
by
Mumia
is
like
trapped
in
the
raw,
nigga
(So
who
wanna
test
those
who
sue
skin
like
iodine)
Acidic,
my
rock
frequency
like
Jesus
in
Palestine
(Packin
nickel-plated
chrome
nines
I
design
lines
to
the
burn-freeze
minds)
Cross
the
River-Jordan
in
Timbs
to
get
mine
It
ain't
a
mothafucka
like
me!
(It
ain't
a
mothafucka
like
me!)
"Play
y'all
niggas
drunk,
it
ain't
no
mothafucka
like
me
Cuz
I
be
on,
I
be
on
some
new
improved
next
shit"
1 Prepare for the Buddha Monk
2 New Improved (feat. Manchuz & Kendra)
3 Warriors (feat. Johnnie Mae aka Kendra)
4 Hang 'Em High (feat. Baby Face Fensta)
5 Red Rum (feat. Manchuz)
6 Long Axe Short Axe (feat. Drunken Dragon & Spiritual Assassin)
7 Remy on Rocks (feat. Naki, Black Venom, Drunken Dragon, 5ft Hyper Snyper & I Born)
8 Knock, Knock (feat. Johnnie Mae aka Kendra)
9 How Real Is Real (feat. Drunken Dragon)
10 Picture That (feat. Tai Chi Mastas and Manchuz)
11 Make This Money Take This Money (feat. Ol' dirty Bastard, I Born, Shyheim, Shacronz & 12 O'Clock)
12 Hold Up (feat. Freemurder, Shacronz and United Kingdom)
13 Uk Get You Shot Up (feat. Freemurder, Shacronz, Terra Tory & United Kingdom)
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