เนื้อเพลง Usual Suspects - Mic Geronimo

[Mic Geronimo]:
Yeah....
Introducing the suspects
DMX, Ja Rule
LOX, Hussin'
Mic Geronimo (my n*ggas)

[DMX]:
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the f*ck up
Driveby money talkin' sh*t yo back the truck up
Ya'll n*ggas don't respect me but you fear me
And fear is better than respect, ya'll n*ggas hear me?
If I smack the sh*t outta this n*gga
His man over here be like "yo, what? n*gga what?"
But his man is like "psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my sh*t always bounce like D-M to the X
I can bring it from up here, to enough is enough
Down to, "aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
I play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles
Take his and hers, n*ggas is couraged, I get wild
So don't make me me angry, you wouldn't like when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
(What?) Catch me when I'm sleepin', with one eye closed
One guy chose the dogs, left one got froze, filled with holes

[Ja Rule]:
Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' they touch this here
It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah
Which Bentley's? Ice drippin' off the jewels, daily
Ja the one, what? ya'll don't hear me, n*gga
Ya'll remember me, C-M-C, 95 December
Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hos try to console me, rec's exec's wanna own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so many who pushed roadie before me
Ja, hit 'em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertantly sh*ttin' on the Top 20
Ya'll n*ggas kill me, talkin' like ya'll can't be touched
See by the time ya'll realized, I be done touched you up you
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump n*gga, what?
Think again if you though I gave a f*ck

[The LOX]:
Yo, yo, yo
It's pitiful everything's politcal
But I got more rounds now, so all ya'll can get a few
You know the sh*t that we be on, the three on
"Must Be the Money" like Dion, now she see on
Playa you hot sh*t, I'd rather pop shells
Twist L's, blow chap with the rap cartell, n*gga

One nation on the gun, LOX style
I bring it to your mother, the price
To get ice if you f*ck with my brotha
You know we're in New York, f*ck the undercovers

Uh huh, yeah, it's family affair, you find it rare
My n*ggas stick together, and none of us care
We ain't got time for cages, doin' ages
Thinkin' of my crew, holdin' my two razors
Lock in there, Lockin' out, I play the block
Poppin' up, poppin' out, I pop the shot
I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns
Honeys sellin' crack, with this pack on your son
It ain't my fault I wanna a vault full of money
The sh*t is that real, I seen a n*gga shoot a honey
Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer
If it ain't a bullet, then I'm a die from cancer
Puff out til my lungs is gone, and n*gga it's a war
Til the guns is gone

Yo, true miati shown me, the Hell's another level
I'm blessed my law, possessed by the devil
Born in this crime, I've been sworn to do
It's Slang you fake thugs, it's my form into
I'm a bleed to five til my dyin' day
Sprayin' the AK til this world decay
If the Feds wanna stay, you gon' make 'em pay
Cursin' they whole life, til they old and gray
In the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit
Will they murder me in Hell, crucify my lyrics?
Only time and if it tells, and I know that you feel it
All my n*ggas in the cell, yo I'm with you in spirit
Nothin' nice 'bout a n*gga when he doin' his bids
Comin' home to the next man, raisin' your kids
To my thugs in the Bridge, hold ya heads
Cause n*ggas is gon' feel it til they cold and dead

[Mic Geronimo]:
Hmm...yeah, yeah, now
Runnin' with five n*ggas, criminal diguised n*ggas
The live n*ggas, pull a Mac what? surprise n*ggas
Holdin' my mics stilletto like, invitin' these water head brothers
To get splashed back and take it light
Slidin' back when I was 16, Romelo my brother
Told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow
Seein' how I'm a young Othello
Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin' black DeNiro
The boss of this, gettin' tossed to Crys'
The barber sh*t, we ballin' flawlessly
Forever ya'll brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you n*ggas under pressure, we form
Here I am, if it's on then it's on
If the world was yours, could you keep it from a n*gga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see, motherf*cker

Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect n*ggas....yeah
What ya'll thought I was gone?
Never that, Vendetta
Ya'll see