Guess Who’s Back (Letra)

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Guess who’s back?

[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, only got
two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet
My trickery’s more slippery when wet
Wicked as I flip, don’t trip, get a grip
It’ll kick, if the bass line’s thick, it’s a hit
Everybody’s got a mic now, its like a hobby
But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me
And little man wants to be a rap, star
Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car
It ain’t easy, sleazy even
Deceivin those we, believe in
No benefits, just tricks and chicks
Knock a pig to pick, so here’s a stick to lick
I shoot a gift, til there ain’t none left
And if I find that the track sound def
I catch wreck till I lose my breath
That’s how it goes in the land of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough
Now I suppose I’m the bad guy, why?
I say, "Hi," and try to stay high
Life’s a mess don’t stress, test.. of givin
but be thankful that you’re livin.. blessed
Guess who’s back, comin back with the track supplied
by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact
I’m fightin it back, now snap, where they at?
When it’s time to go to combat, guess who’s back

Chorus: repeat 4X

"Yes I’m back" -> Special Ed
"Tupac is" .. back!!

[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, only got
one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks
Now I’m sure to be rich for ninety-six
I pull my ‘capes on tapes, and make, papes
Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date
I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break
Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take
Yeah, it’s on, and it’s packed in the rap race
But if ya got a black face, its a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits
Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
No lie, nuckas cried when they try me
Givin up the roughness, justice
I’ma bust as I’m rippin up ‘nuff hits
And guess who’s back? No longer trapped
Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact
Ride the track, get I grip as I flip
Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who’s back?

Chorus 1.5X

"Yes I’m back, cause I never did front" -> cut ‘n’ scratched

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Guess Who’s Back (Letra)

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"Once again back is the incredible" –> Chuck D

Yeah, yeah
It’s the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
DJ’s throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop’s embedded, before I said I wouldn’t let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I’d be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot’s scorchin hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
while I admire midas, with more vision than TV’s
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, I’m back

*chorus*
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it’s jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it’s world reknowned
And I rock New York City all year around

Check it out
It’s on so you can swerve when it’s heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I’m in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin
Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin
Product is hypnotic you’re soakin and still smokin
Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I’ll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
I’ma move crowds to 2000

*chorus*

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7’s in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you’ll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this
Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

*chorus* 2X
"Once again, back is the incredible" –> Chuck D
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?
"Rakim Allah" –> Rakim
Till death do us part
"Once again, back is the incredible" –> Chuck D
It’s on
"Rakim Allah" –> Rakim
*CD sample, *Ra sample in sequence to 3:50
"Once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible…
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible…" –> Chuck D

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Drop the drums here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tek
Here we go, set passed on moet
My trickery more slippery when wet
Wicked as i flip, don’t trip, get a grip
It’ll kick, if the bass lines thick, it’s a hit
Everybody’s got a mic now, its like a hobby
But more like a job, cause bootleggers trying to rob me
And little man wants to be a rap star
Make papes, hit skins, and drive a phat car
It ain’t easy, sleazy, even decieveing
No scheme believeing
No bitter [???]
[???]
Knock a pig to pick
So here’s a stick to lick
I shoot to give
Till there ain’t nothing left
And if i find that the tracks sound def
I catch wreck till i lose my breath
Thats how it goes in the land of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough
Now i suppose i’m the bad guy, why?
I stay high and try to stay high
Lifes a mess don’t stress
Test
[? i’m giving, won’t think without ‘cha living ?] bless
Guess who’s back
Coming back with the track supply
With special ed and ak, coming right and attack
I’m fighting back, now snap, where they at
When its time to go to combat
Guess who’s back

Yes i’m back
Tupac is back (4x)

Drop the drums here it comes
Only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustlin’ big, to makin’ hits
While some tricks
I’m sure to be rich for ninety-six
I pull my ‘capes, on tapes to make
Lets trace the base, to the tape
With the badest bass to date
I try to shake it, but the pace is hard to break
Thoughts i wait, cause they hate my black take
Yeah, its on, its back in the rap race
But if ya got a black face, its a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw dude
Trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits
Everybody wants to test me
Why me?
No lie, nothing tried when they try me
Giving up the roughness, justice
I’m a bust as i ripping up enough hits
And guess who’s back
No longer trapped
Cuz, i snapped on the ones that held me back
Feeling contact
Ride the track
Get i grip as i flip
Get a licking as i kick
Guess who’s back

Yes i’m back
Tupac is back (4x)

Guess Who’s Back (Letra)

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[LaReece]
Guess who’s back. [Repeat 7x]

[Intro: Krayzie Bone]
[Repeat 2x]
Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes
Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & LaReece]
[Repeat 4x]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
We keep it goin’ get it for the Mid West
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We can’t forget about Flesh
We finna drop another bomb
We figure they can’t take another rhyme
Come back off and get um with another platinum ryhthm
and they won’t fuck in the lab
They want to try to keep up so come on
Thirty million sold and that I’ll just stay at that now what about that
Listen to the thuggish
And listen to every other rapper rap about who that come from
Talkin’ Bone fell off
Say what they bust just like us
They ain’t even knowin’ were it came from like richer niggas
They ain’t going to give it to us so we gon take it
We just come to tell you that Bone Thugs back
And we still creepin’

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Lareece]
[Repeat 4x]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[LaReece]
Guess who’s back. [Repeat 7x]

[Verse 2: Wish Bone]
Now tell me how many thugs
Get down like us
And still harmonize like the great Temptations
Sit back look back
Came in the game
Came right back (back) With no hesitation
Put up yo money honey what ever ya got we won’t lose
Put up or shut up
Get slapped in front of all your dogs
And all your dudes
Cause I’m a smarter thug all ways wanted to be a thug
What do you think
Do you think he gon do something
Don’t let the money fool you
Don’t let the money do you
Cause it ain’t really about nothin’ (nothin’)
Its just so much they gon let in
Toss that we gon show you who you are messin’ with
That’s why I started a war in this rap game
You got to hit hard
And let them now who they dealin’ with

[LaReece]
Guess who’s back. [Repeat 7x]

[Krayzie Bone & Lareece]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[Krayzie Bone]
[Repeat 4x]
Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes
Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes

[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
When we meet on the concrete jungle
We can do it
We can rumble
Take it to the streets
And let the whole world crumble
All I ever seen was heavy smoke in the air
Bustin’ heavy shots
They just don’t care
If you don’t then I’m goin to get all tha bloodiness
Niggas want peace but I know they all gon test us
The thugs commin’ back to bring the thug essence
Thugs commin’ back to bring back the thug blessins
For the lord where doin’ to fight the wind
Imma fight to get them all hyped again
Tell the Bone Thug story again
If a nigga still hatin’ a pipe again
Like I did before creep creep and I came
Just four more niggas down for there thang
Never been afraid to let my nuts hang
How to you think Bone Thug made it to the top of the game nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]
Fully automatic loaded
Remy Martin fill my potion
Coastin’ on freeways keep rollin’ till we hit the ocean
Motion on freeways bout to bustin on niggas bostion
Popi Cholos solo with my pistol so smokin’
Pullin’ pop up bitch nigga if you talkin’
Tokin’, tortin’ with my pistol
Got you people open
These niggas is enemys
Shots up in they body
Never was friend to me
Pass me the Hennessey
Hey

[Krayzie Bone & Lareece]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[Krayzie Bone]
[Repeat 4x]
Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes.

[Repeat till the end]

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"once again back is the incredible" –> chuck d

Yeah, yeah
It’s the return of the wild style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
Dj’s throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-hop’s embedded, before i said i wouldn’t let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, i knew i’d be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot’s scorchin hot
Hoping i open rakim allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
While i admire midas, with more vision than tv’s
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
Rockin jams by popular demand, i’m back

*chorus*
I control the crowd, you know i hold it down
When it drop you know it’s jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it’s world reknowned
And i rock new york city all year around

Check it out
It’s on so you can swerve when it’s heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is evian
Deep as a nautilus, you stay dipped in ra style
From the shores of long island to panama canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I’m in effect, quicker than medicines in china
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
And take a toke then, mental planes start floatin
Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin
Product is hypnotic you’re soakin and still smokin
Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means i’ll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
I’ma move crowds to 2000

*chorus*

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat cray-ons, i write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush i hear cuts then i lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread i inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7’s in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you’ll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when ra be droppin this
Some of the things i know, will be in your next bible
When i die go bury me and my notebook in cairo
With the great god from egypt manifest was write rhymes
Align with the stars, i come back to bless the mic

*chorus* 2x
"once again, back is the incredible" –> chuck d
Word up, rakim allah the microphone fiend is back, yaknahmean?
"rakim allah" –> rakim
Till death do us part
"once again, back is the incredible" –> chuck d
It’s on
"rakim allah" –> rakim
*cd sample, *ra sample in sequence to 3:50
"once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible…
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible…" –> chuck d

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I got the skills to pay the bills
I don’t pop pills but i send chills
Up your spine when i rhyme
I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it
Sippin’ on the 40, ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my axe
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear, the party’s here
Everlast is comin’, the funky drummer’s drummin’
Ya only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up
But i ain’t with it, even if i did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say i didn’t hit it
My name’s everlast, i got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the la times
I don’t do lines, but i puff blunts
I don’t rock fronts, but i stuff stunts
Fill ‘em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don’t know me, homey, back up off me
Cause i ain’t soft, see, i’ll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don’t bother tryin’ it
Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back
Or catch a smack, guess who’s back

Chorus

(he’s back) guess who’s back (everybody’s in the street) (4x)
(he’s back) (everybody’s in the street) (3x)
(he’s back) (2x)

He’s back from the dead, with the shaved head
Don’t start to trip, dip, i brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck around
I’ll stare ya dead in the face, and then i’ll buck ya down
I’ll put ya six feet deep, some say talk’s cheap
But i make big bucks servin’ up punk ducks
By the pound, i got the sound
I never been checked, i only get wrecked
I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don’t give up the booty, cause i ain’t no fag
Checkin’ out checkit, i’m prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
I’m everlast and it’s a natural fact
That the white man is back

Chorus

I’ll eat you up like some butter cups from reeses
I come in peace, but you’ll leave in pieces
That’s how i’m livin’, that’s how it goes
Everyday i’m sleepin’, every night i’m doin’ shows
Always gettin’ hoes when there’s hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so i never need a shot
Always drink a beer before i write a rhyme
And if i have to drive i avoid the one time
Stay between the lines and i won’t get pulled over
I don’t need luck cause i got a four leaf clover
Yea i’m irish, word to the motherland
But on the otherhand
I love america, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose
Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed

Chorus