Artist: Babyface Fensta f/ Lee-Major Album: I Came to Warna Brotha Song: A Dirty Game Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lee-Major] You know, you know? Yo Face, you know I know, they all know, sometimes you just know, you know [Chorus: Lee-Major] You know, you know, you know This is how it be, in the, I.N.D.U.S.T.R.O.Y. I had to use this flow, running down the line Fuck the best and the worst, in this here rap game And it's a shame, that it's a dirty game I'm representing putting Brooklyn on the map With a weak pair of old clothes and a bag of plaque I got a style, Brooklyn now the versatile I ain't hear nobody rock around like this in a while I spit a lot of flows, I seen a lot of shows They ain't too many brothers blow up like Tae Bo So, ain't that some shit, if you see me slip Tell me, getting a grip, getting a, getting a, getting a grip [Babyface Fensta] Approaching the field, head for the hills Evacuate shit, like Clearasil Skilled swordsman, entering, so fuck them faggot niggas bickering Your style's bullshit, like Payless kicks Run down and owe, you ran ya style in a muthafuckin' hole I stike terror, bombard your squad I'm terrific, super califragilistic Delicious, so good, you can taste it Raw, like sushi soufle, gensu, stick it in you Don't hesitate, meditate later, next caper to pull I hit like bricks to the head My verse slice, like a laser beam, ice What's next? Ironic, take a whiff of the chronic Niggas think they bionic, I got many methods of mischief, another heist I Kill ya Army, enslave ya Clan Kick you out of Boot Camp, make your Squad Def Hit you with a cannon, I Sun your Man Brand new bullets, to Roc your Dynasty, Fella Break Bad Boys like toys, Ryde Ruff in ya muff, bitch Ya'll niggas ain't tough, take Cash Money from the Millionaires You can ride in my table, it's No Limit Squeeze the Juice out your Crew, school of old My Mode is Flip, on them bitch ass niggas Outsidaz stay in the cold, Eastside, we can care less bout Dogs I catch mutts ship 'em to the Pound, put 'em to sleep Westside, we can care less 'bout cats, but Left Eye was my dog Used all his Nine Livez, need a hit? I'll do the job My 90's mafia's Firm, like the mob Dig deep in the Crates, even, Luniz ain't safe You crazy? My jacket ain't straight, I broke your English Now I'm speaking Spanish, you foolish, like ghetto girls 8-Off, more than they can chew, your Unit Ain't got no Flavor, splash water on the Alkaholik Make 'em sober, hey, this Conflict's Crucial, my Fam's Royal Capital Punishment, break my law, I'm Naughty By Nature Like 2Pac, I'm Strictly 4 My Niggaz Bitches Keep Ya Head Up, a lot of Boyz are Lost On the mic, I'm a heavyweight, your skills as an MC are Lyte I'm Public Enemy #1, but I refuse to be a Cella Dwella Kris Kross the globe, and make 'em Jump, my Tribe's on a Quest To get to the Root of these Clones, my World don't revolve around Harlem It's No Way Out, so I Puff Canibus [Chorus]