2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle (My Definition of Hip-Hop Vol. 2)

DJ Enuff ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - “Freestyle (My Definition of Hip-Hop Vol. 2)”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta and L-Swift]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: DJ Enuff, L-Swift, and A-Butta]
DJ Enuff: Oww! Natural Elements! BX flavor! Big up my niggas in NY, my man Vic. Uh, DJ Enuff shit
L-Swift: DJ Enuff shit. Word.  That’s how we do in ’98. Natural Elements, my nigga Voo. Charlemagne, how we do? Uh, right. Word up, word up. Aight, word up. Haha. Aight get on it, drop it
A-Butta: DJ Enuff shit. Yeah, no doubt. Word up

[Bridge: A-Butta]
DJ Enuff shit stay up in your whip
With your chick, cigars, niggas
Roll down your window, puffing on your endo
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: A-Butta]
I dedicate this
To the mic-choking, lye-dime-smoking, light-spoken
Type of villains living the life of ice-holding
Lit it up, eyes swollen. I don’t really care
People stare without knowing brokes to millionaires, yeah
Keep the dice rolling. My niggas smoke ‘til the city glares
We’re type zoning, ain’t no willies here
Just a kid who like flowing off Kahlua-and-milk. I’m innocent
‘Til I’m proven with guilt. It’s all love though
In the club, move with a tilt and bust flows
Cutie pies moving in silk, but don’t trust hoes. Too many lies
Rumors are spilt from lips to ears
Bitches cheer when my clique get near. NE
We’ve been ripping shit for years and still ain’t done
Matter of fact, black, we’ve just begun. Y’all should know
125 be the hood I’m from—nothing but love
Some say that the good die young, covered in blood
Ghetto child gunplay, stay busting a slug
Spend my Sundays in front of a judge, the Most High
Most die fried, puffing the shrub. Rest in peace
Half the game is accepting defeat—that’s a shame how some
People gotta beg to eat, making their beds in streets
The Devil speaks in mysterious ways. Infected
Freaks who be living with AIDS, is it a plague? Your main peeps
Might be the same creeps who spit on your grave
Leave inscriptions on the stage like Egyptians on caves
On the real, I got lyrics for days. This nigga A don’t wanna
Deal with what the critics’ll say, keep it moving
On the A-Train, see me cruising. We’re in the same game
But who team is losing? Dreams, illusions
Seems cream bring confusion, but that’s life though
Some brothers go quick while others die slow, and I know
Life ain’t fair, but, shit, what is?
Fuck the world, DJ Enuff shit, you nah’m saying? So
L-Swift, come and bust this. Word is bond. Ayyo

[Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)]
Aight
No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt)
Natural Elements is in the house. Word (So what you say?)
No question (No question), no doubt (Yo, no doubt)
Natural Elements is in the house (Yo, kick that shit). Yo
No question (No question), no doubt (Yo, no doubt)
Natural Elements is in the house

[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Natural Elements
Messiah put shit together from nothing like MacGyver
My shit be fly as Mariah, smoke a Newport, spit saliva
Fuck Sweet’N Low, we’re staying bitter and high
Within the blink of an eye, I throw my spliff in the sky
I represent this forever bent shit. Sometimes, I burn an L (With who?)
With the Elementstress, some elegant shit. My nigga
Charlemagne only drink Kahlua-and-milk—(Why?)—you know why
‘Cause champagne always stains the silk. We got
Some ’98 shit, so get down. I build like
Construction niggas laying bricks down in midtown. Y’all
Bitch, clown niggas from the Ringling Brothers. Even without
The crew, I hold it down on my own (Like what?) just like a single mother
My nigga Butta (That’s right) straight running grammar, started
Some shit and escape like them four bitches from Atlanta
Murderous lyric underhander, y’all niggas wonder
Why I get so high for—‘cause lye all I live and die for

[Hook: A-Butta and (L-Swift)]
Yo
No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt)
Yo, Natural Elements is in the house (Elements is in the house). Ayyo (Ayyo, yo)
No question (No question), no doubt (No doubt)
My nigga DJ Enuff is in house—it’s like that