Artist: Remedy f/ King Just, Lounge Lo Album: It All Comes Down to This Song: Black & White Millionaires Typed by: Cno Evil [Remedy] Yo, the word on the street is that hip hop's dead Or a dead man walking with a million on his head This is fortified bread, nobody cares They preserve money, black and white millionaires It came from the top, what they saying is mutiny Family ain't family no more, not what it used to be Searching for the answers, through all the scrutiny I wish we could turn back time, speaking truthfully [King Just] Liar, liar, pants on fire Keep the party going, keep it heated like a dryer Call me a sire, can't no higher Won't stop rocking til I retire Made it through the barbwire, by the hole in the fence He had beef in the hood and we ain't seen him since Left the prints on the gun like the beat to the drum You wanna battle at the war, you need better aim, son [Lounge Lo] I move with a tabernacle, get tackled Stone Gang hit you in your Adam apple Staten Island, been there, done it and come off Ask E. Sermon, who took his chain off Out the blue, my dudes from the New and Ain't nothing changed, this is what we doing Fuck boys, too young to touch toys Me, I bust back like your heard enough noise Pothead, and the block said I'm hot head Out there, slinging rocks for that gwop bread L.I. angerer, S.T.O.N. Yeah, I got a gun, but you can't hold him But hold a shell as if you owe Kim And that's my sister, I kill you, Mr. It's The Genuine Article, a small particle And that's the shit that B.Z.W. [Remedy] Another casualty, acid leaking out the battery Dash that, trash that, raps automatically Otherwise tragedy, move half hazardly Body part darts ricochet through the anatomy (The hood) is where they sell crack cocaine Might stick a brother up for his watch and chains (The 'burbs) is where they sell pills and heroine Do a blast, wired up like Baltimore, Maryland [King Just] My description, ammunition, ambition, Hell's Kitchen Got a pot to piss in, darts spitting Hard hitting, duck-chicken, finger linger Muzzle mitten, puff piffing, rhyme bitten Time ticking, line blitzing, the offense Staten Island sharks, you Miami Dolphins Put 'em in a coffin, lay 'em to rest J-U-S, anything after that is stress