Ultimate Alliance Lyrics

Verse 1:

You feel the tension, when you're up in the club, puffin' the dub

Fake cats ice grillin', trying to put a buck in your mug

Get out my face duke, I ain't got nothing to plug

I'm up in here, just like you, looking for something to rub

A lot of these lames, in the game be making cash

But I'm too real, I refuse to stick out my ass

I could pick out the trash, from a mile away

Your style displays, so many kinks and flaws

When you're yapping your jaws, ballin?

Rappin' awards? You ain't even attackin' the boards

What about your real life persona?

You never said "your honor", never got caught in drama

Handcuffed, in your pajamas, led to a squad car

So where's your heart pa?

Your life's exactly what this is, entertainment

Never have you appeared at an arraignment

Never saw your man die, while EMS tried to sustain him

You won't believe some of the things, that's on my brain son

Get it.

Chorus:

Craig G, Illy I'll form the ultimate alliance

These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying

What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron

You're the reason that the rap game's dying

Verse 2:

And actually, your life can't reappear magically

When heat's involved, it ends tragically

And them gangbangers be handing out stabbings for free

It can happen to you, it can happen to me

They don't scrap in the street,

These young fellas stay strapped with the peice

Bustin' at the heavens, letting off a mack in the trees

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In the direction of them cowards, that just happen to beef

You asking for me? I come through with the mask and the three

57, hit your engine, have you crashin' your V

And you really wanted to bask in the heat?

Okay, look, let's see how long you'll really last in the beef

Passionatly, my homey Illy Ill, yo, he smashin the beat

Anyone that disagree? I'll be happy to meet

Most of yall rappers are corny, soft, taffy and sweet

I'll make you dance when they clap at your feet

Let's go get em.

Chorus:

Craig G, Illy I'll form the ultimate alliance

These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying

What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron

You're the reason that the rap game's dying

Verse 3:

One, two, many mc's feel they can test this, but fuck you

And the crew that you got on your guest list

I be that breath of freshness, come on, come test this

Watch you catch a mic plus my left fist,

To your face, I leave you feeling displaced,

You'd rather drink a 22 ounce of toxic waste

What you gonna do, when we come in and block your space?

Rather stick your fucking forehead and cock the blades

Dance around with a loaded glock in waist

Half of yall cats ain't locked and load, yall locked and laced

We come through the building and we stop your faith

What's the deal Illy Ill, yo drop the break.

Chorus (x2):

Craig G, Illy I'll form the ultimate alliance

These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying

What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron

You're the reason that the rap game's dying