Stop the Breaks - Ron G Feat. Raekwon, Killa Sin, KRS-One, The Notorious B.I.G. & O.C. video free download

Side A track 1 off the the 1994/1995 mixtape 'It's On: Part 2' by Ron G

Features:

Raekwon from the Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan affiliate Killa Sin

KRS-One from Boogie Down Productions

The Notorious B.I.G. AKA Biggie Smalls

& O.C. from the D.I.T.C. Crew

Biggie's Verse was reused in Big L's 'Deadly Combination Remix' and partially reused in 'If I Should Die Before I Wake'

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Lyrics (will take suggestions):

[Raekwon]

Yo the style's older than shark skin, now commit the barking

I gather rhymes and load up 'cos it's a hold up

I meditate fast to assassinate a [?]

So what? Check the graphics on this rap chalkboard

Peace to RZA razor, yo, the nigga's major

Who slice tracks fast like whitey's on Gillette razors

And won't stab me the ragged [?]

Regenerate, lay in the area, air out and ventilate

See, yo I'm magical, swift like a [?]

Gat [?]

Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks you

Ron G makes a million off his name son

Ayo, peace to uptown, Shaolin now, walk through child is wild

Huh hit you like this son, Ron G., '94, takin' em the war

[Killa Sin]

I got miles and piles of my styles to utilize

And brutalize niggas who despise 'cos I'm super fly

There ain't a nigga in the game who can tame me

I flip A&R's if they try to rearrange me

So how the fuck do you figure you can hang

With a nigga whose slang is equipped to pick a nigga's brain

I come hard to the fullest scar

From pulling cars to leaving niggas scarred on the boulevard

Check my steez my [?]

Like these biceps that I flex when I'm cracking these

A homicide in the making, you enter the chambers

And sentenced to death for move faking

See mad thoughts fill the mind of a Killa

Sin, it's iller than your ordinary blood spiller

When it's time to come into the track

I'm like a maniac slapping your stack when it's all back

What, 1994, give it to your raw

Mix king records, word up

[KRS-One]

Easy [sound boy]? [?] what you check

Allow me to set the party off with the fly rap

Aye aye cap, suckers wanna battle give me mine

You rhymes wouldn't be fly if you said them on Delta Airline

Now this'll take a second Kris has come to bug out

You waiting for some lovey dovey, hug me, get the fuck out

I got the heart and texture, lecture or whatever

I got to survive G I ain't no saint

I do graffiti art but like Martin's home decorating center

I ain't, Just, paint, wait wait

Wait wait let me speak, let me speak

While I'm on this beat your career is looking bleak

I couldn't understand why you were coming soft and sweet

But that explains why your rhyming skills are weak

You need a quicker picker-upper, rip a sucker

Put my album on toast 'cos it's butter

You dissing me will never happen slightly

That's like Arsenio Hall on TV saying "kill whitey"

You might be slightly thrown off at my complexity

Lyrical ecstasy is achieved by standing next to me

You should of known your career was gonna end

Should of called Dionne Warwick and her psychic fucking friends

Now it's ended, can't be mended, how splendid

But wack MC's I come [?]

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates

Fuck him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway

But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped

Talking 'bout some "Praise the Lord" shit

Hail Mary, fuck her I never knew her

I'll probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer

Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black and mean

With the fifth by the gabardines

What you expected from his next of kin

I'm loco bro but ain't no Mexican

I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen

A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'

The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin'

Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin question

How many shots does it take to make my heart stop

And my body start to shake, Ron G stop the breaks

[O.C.]

O.C. representing some niggas dreams like this

You have now stepped into the realm of a man

With topics, open your optics, I rhyme for what I stand

Brace your boxes and stereo decks

I'm here to do more than just collect checks

So get fixed to the wheel of force see I'm the Jedi

When I'm in flight it might be like the red eye

Swift, take a wiff of my vocabulary

I'm wild like berries I pop it like a cherry

Ron G composed it everyone knows it

Life brings death from guns to roses

Shoot outs put [doubts of a nigga to a test]?

Shit is hex so I just might get a vest

But what good is a vest if you're aiming for the dome?

kick it from a Jayne Cobb nickel plated chrome

Blast you in the face, massacring niggas

Figuring the referee foes that's bigger