The Zone Mission (part Viii) Lyrics

The Zone Mission (part Viii) lyrics

[J-Zone]



Zone world known player hater cause I spoke the truth



Pimp fallacies; you don't even use a vocal booth



I player hate with pride, that's my job, I do overtime



(I work) Put it on a t-shirt, opened up a clothing line



You wanna be old school and clench dick beaters



We can rock, to them James Brown beats or wear Adidas



("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One)



That's why I didn't do a twelve inch, so stop askin'



I threaten cute girls, the (??) is a good one



Tell 'em I'm a megastar, but only made one joint



"Music for Your Mother," I was first seen



Now I keep attention like LL's book; chapter 13



The borough that you brag about, nigga you don't own it (nah)



The dime piece in the video, you ain't bone it (NOPE)



But when I shoot a video my hoes'll look busted (ill)



Least I can brag on the low how I touched it



You birds make me sick pigeon (BEOTCH) I can't shoot ya



so I play "Duck Hunt," to avoid goin to prison



I can't breakdance and do graffiti so I'm assed out



So I autograph and cha cha until I pass out







"Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (cha cha cha)



 Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (hahahahaha..)"







Yeah, Zone Mission Part Eight



As for parts two through seven



go look for 'em..



Right now you wonderin where the chorus is



but I don't do that shit



So keep your ears peeled cause niggaz still frontin



KnowhatI'msayin?



And who has somethin to say about it?







"Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin



 shut the fuck up, hear?"







God put me on this planet for a purpose:



to make hip-hop and disrespect it at the same time



Diss cats with lame rhymes?Nah I diss the greatest



Cause legends rob banks and smoke crack during hiatus



Now you pawned a gold chain, you got sued why?



You known for jackin that's all you do



Diss Trojan ends for takin away the feelin



Diss them herb cats that danced to raise the ceiling



Kids drivin Lexuses with no 401K plans



Kids up in my grill freestylin with the hot breath



Graduated from Yale sayin rappers totally got left



My penalty is life I slay the chumps so we got death



Avirex foes lookin like they used batteries



Bohemian, babblin, new world fallacy



Fuck Y-2-K, it's a year like any other



(Still) hoes blowin cock



(Still) brothers killin brothers



(Still) pigs eatin donuts



(Still) chickens at the mall



Plug it, cool kids beatin it while pretty boys and thugs fuckin



New year's 2000?Shit I ain't goin nowhere (hell no)



Be in my crib laughin at the idiots in Times Square



Watch the ball drop, knowin that it's brick freezin



Maybe for a change I'll get a broad for a reason



But if my luck is bad and that chick ain't freakin



it's a new year not a blue year so fuck it I'll be beatin it



They be makin beats, preparin for nuttin



Zone Mission Part Eight, niggaz still frontin!







Basically



People still frontin, but it's all good



Many are loungin yo



Be comin up to me sayin 



man you be havin no choruses in your shit, knahmsayin?



Yo I got no response for that







"If you don't like it then chew my wood



 I couldn't care less.. "	"Fuck, fuck you!"







Aight?







"I can only say, better luck next time.."