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9 Days - Текст песни Illicit Activity
[ Eightball ]
 Eightball the Fat Mack came to freak a track with RSO
 It's the illest realest nigga here to freak a funky flow
 (Go in nigga) kick the do' in, the show begins
 In the middle of the room when the boom infiltrates
 In safes and all, stingin niggas mentally with the melody
 Committin hip-hop felonies
 MC's fall in the dust when I bust like a canon
 Pick em off at random, hand em
 Animosity from the Mound by the pound or the kilo
 I gotta drop it, Rhome pick it up
 [ Tony Rhome ]
 Yo, outta the cut comes that murderous MC straight from Boston
 Double-crossin niggas is how I'm livin
 I be that brother that gets you open 
 No jokin, I blow more smoke than a burnin buildin
 Dependin on how I'm feelin I go for self
 And I'ma pop your shit if I have to
 On the strenght of herb I straight up blast ya
 And take your pockets after
 Cause I'ma smoke this shit till I die
 As long as I stay high I gots no worries
 So I keeps my vision blurried
 >From herb smoke, the minute I toke 
 I'm known to go for broke
 I be the Microphone Wrecka 
 (Come) step into my sector
 [ Eightball ]
 The smoke has penetrated, now I'm illustratin with the groove, see
 I can move a crowd, and it takes a crowd to move me 
 Heavyweight, full-grown ballin walnut-packer
 Fat-knacker, cheddar-stacker
 Tickin like electricty on hay
 With the O.J.
 In the D.P. flippin Lexi 
 Tennesse Rockin Shit On with Boston-ass niggas 
 Clicked it, respected, receivin love from mad niggas
 Billboard signs couldn't define the lines I combine
 One time for my folks 8000
 [ Tony Rhome ]
 Check it
 My second side of me got beside itself 
 And decided wealth is what he had to get
 And he got me trippin on some bullshit
 He's lookin to stick this nigga
 For two birds, and I've earned it 
 Got two Tecs under the bed
 I'm puttin two inside his head
 And I'm outta there, on my feet again
 We are never to meet again
 Till I'm payin for my sins
 Now I'm rockin boardbed rims, '96 Benz
 Head's bobbin as herb fills my shit up
 Never caught doin pick-up's
 I'ma fuck around and move my shit to Tennessee
 And hook up with Eightball on some illicity activity
 We got
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 Too many muthafuckin
 Activity
 [ Ray Benzino ]
 Surrounded by niggas that show no mercy on a day-to-day 
 In studio sessions with loaded guns, it be no other way
 (Protected by dogs) they call themselves the real Doom
 Dirty speakers omen while the smell of blunts fill the whole room
 My niggas in the vocal booth been on my team a long time
 Me and Tony rip when they rhyme
 Don't try to come bangin with them niggas Eightball and Ray
 You fuck around and you'll be hangin in the hallway
 [ MJG ]
 How many flavors can I kick within a compilation
 It's best you come with some real shit, cause the flavor's taken
 I'm breakin your ass up so damn nasty you can taste the real
 The surgeon general got me strapped down with a safety seal
 So don't you try to do the shit I do, or try to follow
 The ride I took, because the ride I took was hard to swallow
 I had to do what I had to do, and I do what I have to
 The shit that came with bein a man before I could be a rapper
 [ E-Devious ]
 Yeah, it's the Mack Devil grippin steel
 Then we build, cause I'm about to describe in chillin detail
 If they start it yo, my fury is methodical
 You read the story, not my name in the article
 He unloaded, re-loaded (exploded)
 Macho bravado, young punk shit is quoted
 (Fuck em) and the only suspect's a Mac-11
 So get this big middle finger pointed toward heaven
 [ MJG ]
 When you step to MJG then (catch shit on my lip)
 And ask yourself (I wonder why) because of the funkiness that I flip
 A mental strain to your brain, cause you can't see through me
 It'll take your team whole years of concerts before you can even do that
 Shit I be doin, trick, so back up off this pimp section
 I got so much real shit to spit, my mouth got indigestion
 I'm leavin you guessin bout my future lyrical rhymin twisters
 And here's an is-not, MGJ gon' never fuck yo sisters (goddamn, I miss her) 
 [ Ray Benzino ]
 Yo, Mr. Benzino back up in this muthafucka once again
 Representin these till my very end
 That player MJG be flappin in this fuckin house
 My crazy partner, co-defendant from the pumpin south
 They puffin hay, I rides a lexus down in Tennessee
 Suburban sittin low, in Texas sippin Hennessy
 And when it's time for me to get my cash, I'm goin for the kill
 And I meet my niggas down in Nashville
 [ E-Devious ]
 Cause they keeps on inquirin about the criminal
 Puttin it out there, but keepin it subliminal
 It's minimal, my plan's too seminal
 Plus I gets high off that gun smoke chemical
 What's the remidal? i mean the remedy?
 Ball and MJG, RSO legacy
 It's Illicit Activity
 Non-descript MC's get held up in capitivity










