[Featuring Rakim W.C.]
"A special guest" "It's the militia... It's the militia"
[Guru]
This is a conquest so I suggest you take a rest
Or keep a breath but definitely keep a vest on that chest
Rymes I'm packin just like a thug at a car jackin'
Shoot off your hat when I start cappin this is no actin
G A N G S T A double R
And you don't want no trouble up in here baby pa
>From the late night drama, of the New York streets
To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats
Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God, Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash
I got Dub C, from South Sea
What you doubt me?
Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone
In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones
Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal
You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia
Chorus:
--The illest-- --Realest-- --Representin--
--Bringin the rukkus-- --Let it be known--
--The illest-- --Realest-- --Word up--
It's The Militia --> Freddie Foxxx *repeat*
[WC]
Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move?
Its the Shady, brought em back, actin em out the fuckin move
Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin
Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags
You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen?
Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin
Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
Look while I'm in New York City,
walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest
My two affiliates from the East we all bang
But if ?your on? mine, this is still Westside Connec' Gang
Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck
East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six
