From The Album " The Ownerz" [Fat Joe] yeah uh, GangStarr Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on living legends, ya heard me? yeah uh yo uh I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 Nine nines, Mac 10s man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again" But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me Can't stop me everytime official Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you "He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns [Lil' Fame] You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat Pop in a heart beat Keep the cannon in my reach Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach We keep them damn thangs full of hollows And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit We got guns [Hook] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk [Guru] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak You're too dumb to play your position so unique I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your head jerk Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert [Billy Danze] Who got a problem? It's already been established I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA It's always some shit but it's always a clip to re-route your doubts and see what you about Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch We got guns

Best of LLCoolJ: https://goo.gl/eTijaj Music video by LL Cool J performing I'm That Type Of Guy. (C) 1989 LL Cool J

from both sides of the brain lyrics: (scratched:) I never drink and drive 'Cuz I might spill my drink [Chorus] Give me the keys, I'm OK Quit tellin' me I'm drunk, I only had five Hurricanes Quit bein' such a Puritan, I'm a mega-turrican (?) Wakin' up and it's all a blur again If I'm alive... If I'm alive... If I'm alive... If I'm still alive... Red Skull more like skull and crossbones Took my driver's test straight pilin' over the cones It ain't funny so don't you dare chuckle Drivin' hella drunk without my beltbuckle Fuck you, I'm OK That's what they all say Already got a suspended license Smokin' weed in my ride and lightin' incense Not knowin' it could be gone in an instant Pistons pumpin', slumpin' Over the steering wheel So many drunk drivers on the road It's killing fields Who gives a fuck? If I get caught all I get Is a slap on the wrist My license tooken is a bitch But I still drive with a D.U.I. Crash, see my passenger fly Through the windshield It's hard to see you die Heads crushed, necks severed from the shards That's what happens playing with a wild card How do you feel on trial for killin' your girl? Nineteen years old, the end of the world Don't know what to do Pop's is gonna' kill you Twelve gauge shotgun to your grill smooth Got you in a predicament If I'm drivin' drunk I've got a sickness Some fool's is shiftless Like me, gifted Student GPA: four point oh Blood alcohol level past that though (scratched:) I never drink and drive 'Cuz I might spill my drink [Chorus] Three o'clock, time to go One more line of coke with cognac But my cognitive skills ain't on the shit What now Sherlock? Key to the lock My friend's is tellin' me to stop Damn near down the block I found cops in the bushes peekin' Plus it's the weekend and I'm off the deep end I roll through an alley way, can't see Getting ansy I hop on the interstate but it's late Cops patrol but I don't give a fuck though I swerve to the right and get stuck in a mudhole Check the rearview, the coast is clear Tryin' to focus here but I can't Drunk as hell, bust a rail Now I'm sailin' off the cliff High off the spliff, plus a fifth I bust my shit Now I'm rollin' down the side like a suicide What will my family do if I die? Tension builds, I went through hills and trees Stopped by a redwood first thing broke was knees I feel pain then a split second later Car burst into flames, they won't know my name They'll have to check my dental records My body is charred Burnt to a crisp soon as the car flipped the crash That's my ass, a thing of the past Already dead by the impact of airbags (scratched:) I never drink and drive 'Cuz I might spill my drink If I'm alive... If I'm alive, If I'm still alive... If I'm alive... If I'm alive, If I'm still alive... Skull and crossbones Poisonous pathways (8X)

This is a lesser known song off of the band's debut album "3 Years, 5 Months And 2 Days In The Life Of..." which got it's name from the exact length of time it took for their record deal to go through. The album was released to warm critical acclaim, selling 5 million copies and receiving heavy airplay with three singles, the infectious, spiritual song about going back to a simpler time, "Tennessee," the song that was meant to make people realize derelicts are people too, "Mr. Wendal," and AD's cover of Sly and the Family Stone's "Everyday People," "People Everyday." After their debut, AD released "Zingalamaduni." The album was released to a luke-warm reception and the band broke up two years later without releasing a follow up until they reunited in 2000 without their DJ, Headliner. Since the break up, AD has released 4 albums and their lead vocalist, Speech, has released 2 solo efforts. They continued to record in Europe and Asia and decided to return to the U.S. in December of 2007. This track, although not as well-known as others by AD, contains not only one of the most infectious bass-lines of all time, but also has one of the band's most heart felt tracks on the album. enjoy.