The first street single from Big Ro's debut LP, 'Tha Crowning', this is tha track that silenced all tha critics and solidified my position in tha game...
Tha Killa Kartel, founded by lead rap artist Big Ro and producer Cdub represent CG and MTL with a grimey gangsta rap style reminiscent of East-Coast artists suc
Comin' straight out tha Brook Projects on tha Westside of CG, Kartel Records co-founder and CEO Big Ro is poised to take over the muthafuckin' game on tha North side of tha border. Reppin' CG, Ro be tha leader of tha Killa Kartel, swervin' and servin' muthafuckaz since 2000. Tha right-hand man and masta producer Cdub be lacin' tha crack hits from MTL, and Jcuz be blazin' tracks reppin' South Varsity Crips.
Story behind the song
The beat was crazy, the studio was electric, the hook was bangin'and my rhymes hit like Tyson. Everything came together perfectly to make it hot(Unmastered version).
Lyrics
Intro Vocals: CA, CA, CA
Chorus: That's how we; hit 'em up
That's how we; stick 'em up
That's how we; blaze it up
That's how we ride out
That's how we; burn it up
That's how we; turn it up
That's how we; earn a cut
That's how we ride out
Verse 1: Ring ring, call The Source up,
**** is crazy
Ro on a Chain track, rappin' pays
me
I betta watch my rhymes I shine
too crazy
Jealous *********** sendin' shots
to graze me
Only a few ill rappaz amaze me
Biggie, Big L, Jada, and Jay-Z
Praise me, po tryin' to tase me
I still keep buckin' even after
they daze me
I'm ****** em model *******
longer than days be
And let 'em rough ride cuz you
know that I'm lazy
So after I'm through tearin'
walls outta Daisy
I blaze me a L tha hotel get hazy
Maybe it's me, but my voice is
probably
The reason no rapper on earth can
stop me
Chain and Big Ro, we be reppin'
tha Brook
That's that, I'm done, son, come
with tha hook, yeah!
Chorus X 1
Verse 2: You can be, smooth and fit, I'm
cool as ****
Plus I **** rival rappaz my
medulla swift
I'm the ruler, kid, call the
jeweler up
You a fool, huh ***** drink your
cooler up
You tryin' to get ***** but
officially can't
I run through mo' rubbaz than a
Michelin plant
Kassa, that's my AKA with no A
Hittin' 47 people when my 47 spray
What you gays know 'bout hetero
sex
I send my E pills with Federal EX
I send my base bricks with Puro-
lator
Pure cocaine make new Ro paper
I ate a hater, chin hard as a
gator
I'm the alpha, *****, you spit
beta data
Potato soft, we gon' mash you up
Chain and Big Ro get cash, you
scrub
Chorus X 1
Verse 3: It's harder to catch me sober,
than
Catchin' Ricky Martin ******
girls, not men
Here I go again, straight back to
tha pen
When will Ro stop stabbin' cats
with a pen?
Never, *****, my pen skill's a 10
And I'm ruthless for life like MC
Ren
Defend my empire get higher than
Styles
Leave em bodies in piles on isles
for eight miles
I smiles rarely, and barely ever
laugh
But I laugh out loud, when I see
your epitaph
My wrath extends from
Massachusetts to Castro
When I jack you blind, you be
like: "Where did my cash go?"
I dash for the cash flow and
smash your *******
With a bamboo bat, ***** or maybe
a brass pole
The glass bowl sparks, smoke
rise, inhale
My brain goes into fifth while I
weave another tale
Chorus X 2 (Into fadeout)
