How to be a Player movie - The Usual Suspects lyrics

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Song by Mic Geronimo f/ DMX, Fatal, Cormega, Ja<br /><br>

[Intro: Mic Geronimo, (DMX)]<br>

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Yeah.. (grrrrr)<br>

Introducing the Suspects<br>

DMX (grrrrr), Ja Rule<br>

Cormega, Fatal Hussein (grrrrr)<br>

Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)<br>

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[DMX]<br>

What's all the noise about? <br>

Have some respect, shut the fuck up<br>

Driveby, money talkin shit, yo back the truck up<br>

Y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me<br>

and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?<br>

If I smack the shit outta this nigga<br>

His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?"<br>

But his man is like, "Psych yo"<br>

Take it from one extreme to the next<br>

And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X<br>

I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH<br>

Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"<br>

I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles<br>

Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild<br>

So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry<br>

I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me<br>

(WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed<br>

One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes<br>

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[Ja Rule]<br>

Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here<br>

It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah<br>

Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily<br>

Ja the one, what? Y'all don't hear me, nigga<br>

Y'all remember, C-M-C, '95 December<br>

Fine women, illegal tender, such is life<br>

When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?<br>

Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's wanna own me<br>

Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely<br>

Like so many who pushed roadie before me<br>

Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me<br>

Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20<br>

Y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched<br>

See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up<br>

Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?<br>

Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!<br>

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[Chorus: Mic Geronimo]<br>

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Yo..<br>

Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-Y<br>

We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye<br>

Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it<br>

The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat*<br>

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[Cormega]<br>

Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars<br>

Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)<br>

Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin<br>

Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition<br>

Look in my eye, you see realness<br>

The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims<br>

My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest?<br>

Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision?<br>

My insight is deep, mental intuition<br>

Type essential, due to this trife life we livin<br>

My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains<br>

The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin<br>

What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me<br>

Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty<br>

9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest<br>

My only fear is 25 years of death<br>

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[Fatal Hussein]<br>

One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six<br>

Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit"<br>

I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew<br>

You and your mother know don't go against, be on you<br>

Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby<br>

Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty<br>

Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks<br>

Bullets small as his G-B-30, niggaz lose it quick<br>

I had to get out of town, I done shot another dick<br>

Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit<br>

I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side<br>

Money wise, surprised, thug niggaz on the rise<br>

These card cats is federal, you soft and shreddable<br>

Picturin every rappers comin at me all edible<br>

I lift past your crew, you know what I'm about<br>

Guinness-style, Outlawz, just hit up another out<br>

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[Mic Geronimo] <br>

Hmmm, yeah, yeah, now<br>

Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz<br>

The live niggaz, pull a Mac what? Surprise niggaz<br>

Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers<br>

to get splashed back and take it light<br>

Slidin back when I was 16, Romelo my brother<br>

told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow<br>

Seein how I'm a young Othello<br>

Don't confuse me wit them brothers who lost playin black DeNiro<br>

The boss of this, gettin tossed to Crist'<br>

The barber shit, we ballin flawlessly<br>

For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me<br>

The God, heated up beyond the frequency<br>

Now it's time to put you niggaz under pressure, we form<br>

Here I am, if it's on then it's on<br>

If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me?<br>

Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker<br>

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[Outro: Mic Geronimo]<br>

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Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect niggaz.. yeah<br>

What y'all thought I was gone?<br>

Never that, it's been deaded<br>

Y'all see<br>

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