"Debut"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	This cut is an assault on the subs, with lyrically flowin' lines, plus a bangin' hook that brings it all together!
	CD: Suite 410. . . Debut   Label: Lovelorn Records Credits: Givin' all praise to God for the craft he has blessed us with, to all the fans who stuck with us through the good, the bad, and the ugly. And to our families, who never gave up on us (even though we drove ya crazy playin' our stuff all the time...practice makes perfect!). To our producer Tenderness: You're one bad mother F@#$er Tender....hookin' up some cavi cutz, and slammin' muzic! "To The Top Of The World!"
	Story Behind the Song This is the debut to a couple of rappers from the Northside of Long Beach. Showin' how hard we can bang, and yet, how cavi our style is. The lyrics are a statement of our togetherness, and who we are. It was written hangin' out on the corners of North LBC. We wrote this in a couple of hours, and Tender through the music together in a couple too. We tripped out doin' the recording, and it took us about 4 hours to lay down the tracks good enough for Tender to say "okay" (damn perfectionist...you our boy though Tender) The blooper tracks are mad crazy, and we fall out laughing every time we hear them...we might add them to some later tracks to show how much fun we have. Lyrics Debut (c)1998 Lovelorn Music (BMI) Leff: Well it's that killer, murderer, from the 4-dime Known for taking them out with one verse of a rhyme Always on time, with a verse of a verse unrehearsed With a curse that will make your head burst Shock: Blooyah, 4-dime explosion, exumned to ya harder Talkin' about them dope rhymes on the 4 ye, I got 'em Been close 'cuz I throw Bolos, so don't doze Expressin' flows, how it shows, when I'm throwin' up my 4 Leff: Givin' the people what they want like Saint Nick Here to represent that 4-dime click I'm down with Fo-sheezy movin' on up like George and Wheezy I please thee, flows lubricated like they greasy Shock: Like rum and coke I got this flow to get you tipsy First up to rip see, I got your girl sayin' she miss me Dismiss thee, without hearing a word of your flow Cause one booty-rapper the world will never miss so... I stopped all the playin', ain't no delayin' What I'm displayin', not giving a damn about what your sayin' My mental sadistic, let me kicks How I kicks it, and how all the scripts get flipped kid Decrepit and brittle that's how your mind be All while your listening with lyrics on that ass like a saddle "B" Cause ain't no stallin', the way I'm ballin', to watch'em fallin' Like R. Kelly singin' "Her Body's Callin" So here I come, and here I come, and there I came So can you tell a brother who to blame But I see your neck breakin' in different spots from the nod So sore it throbs, so what about the 4-dime [chorus] Chorus: What can they do, when your car is brand new How we come through, me and you like homies from the 4 do I bet ya can't bang with the 4-5, I bet ya can't bang with the 4-dime So stop your teasin', whatever be your reason And get to pleasin', why?, cuz it's the 4 season I bet ya can't bang with the 4-5, I bet ya can't hang with the Northside Leff: May day may day well it's that Leffty steppin' in With so many different styles, than the juices mixed with gin Here to send, the motion of your body to the track And I always got a stack, cause I'm the dopest of the pack Stop freeze, makin'em fools drop to their knees now why must I slang keys, if I kick dope rhymes like these It's no other that brother, that fellow L-E-F-T-Y Always gettin' high, smokin' the Philly Blunts until I die With an attitude to kill, smoke the Dank or the Philly Blunt Anyway you step, you'll get ganked and I don't think you want The nigga from the Northside will have you coughin' up your blood Layin' in the mud, smokin' up all your bud (whut?!) Now tell me can I kick it, the lyrics they get wicked I flip flaps the tracks, and always breakin' backs Well it's that nigga from the North and it don't stop Well it's the Northside of the beach, well I rock (fo sure)[chorus] Shock: Bubblin' with a stinger, now who could it be It's ahh 4-dime from the Northside, ain't nobody fadin' me So I come crushin' down on everything you own or possess No stress, just hellava smoke to the chest Leff: Fool stop your coughin, don't mess up the rotation Hear about that 410, all across the nation Ya facin', two of the dopest brothers on the scene See what I mean, sharp like a flyin' guillotine Shock: Well it's money, women, and clothes, that's how the game goes Whoever got the most of everything, his game grows I suppose, I want to be that one chillin' on top Cause I never stop, out for not mad, but mean props Leff: Like storms clouds above niggaz they push and shove To get a little, but they get played like a fiddle It's like a riddle, giggle giggle, you played it wrong Now they got "Another Sad Song", too late he gone Shock: 4-dime is cavi, what have we, a dope hit? No hocus-pocus, or no stress nowhere involved in it The hybrid, just to make the public fiend The way I say them things, help us to accumulate some cream (I mean) Leff: So many styles, niggaz caught up lookin' like owls Wondering when and how, they got devoured I bring the POW, meanin' I'm full of energy And I'll serve a fool low from A to Z If fadin' me be a goal, then that's a no-no Duo or solo, I'll break it down without a photo So call your troops, cause this one is over with And I'll bring the free styles, that'll make you quit (4-dime)[chorus]

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