Silkk rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s, releasing records through Master P's label, No Limit Records. His self-titled debut, The Shocker, was released in 1996. Silkk was featured on Master P's 1998 hit, "Make 'Em Say Uhhh!" and had a minor rap hit with his own single that same year, "It Ain't My Fault," featuring label-mate Mystikal. Silkk also performed with R&B singer Mya on the second single released from her self-titled debut album, "Movin' On." In 1999, Mya and Silkk collaborated on the lead single from his album "Made Man." The track, titled "Somebody Like Me," went on to become one of the year's top-selling singles on the Billboard charts. Since then, Silkk has released two additional solo albums: "My World, My Way" in 2001 and "Based On A True Story" in 2004. Neither release generated the same success he enjoyed in the late 1990s. Silkk was also featured on World Wrestling Entertainment's Wreckless Intent album, which was released on May 23, 2006. The song he performed on the album, I'm Comin', has since been used as the theme song for SmackDown! wrestler M.V.P. Silkk also performed former SmackDown! wrestler Orlando Jordan's theme song, Do It Big.
Ghetto Symphony
Silkk The Shocker Lyrics
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Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got something for the ladies too
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not about your click or the block
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kicking off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be
What? It's Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on!
Microphone Don, walking flesh, talking bomb
Bringing harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, toting two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would be the man, but God beat me to them plans
Next up, on the M-I-C
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
I be's that nigga on the tank, always tripping never slipping
Have you reminiscing and missing, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows
And fuck dose who oppose (why?) we running them hoes
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfucking days a year
I have your fool staggering just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz running from the cops, well I ain't running no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the true tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you
Next up, on the M-I-C
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinking bout
You sound like a bitch (bitch!)
Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfucking hit,
Bitch?? When it sound like this!
Or you fake niggas get enough heart, and try to bust a
Rhyme at this click
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get
Found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Y'all can relate to what it takes to get a contract like, MJ nigga
It ain't where you from; it's where the, fuck you at
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm fucking with that
Next up, on the M-I-C
Mystikal get busy on the symphony
Who shit motherfucker god damn!
I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man!
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song
Or that I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm rapping on
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a motherfucker)
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_
Nee nigga to be pissed off with me
Cause their old lady they call me their baby
MC's piling up and crowding up, but I'm their FAVORITE
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
You played out just like old woman pussy
Next up, on the M-I-C
Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulating with my stress
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasing anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game
Motherfuckers better start backing up (what up what up)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thing
Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gang-bang
Last up, I believe that's me
Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony
This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics
That thought I wasn't coming, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that's OK, cause now I'm back
To kill all the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doing bad, getting ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm true Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that something
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumping
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"
Shit I'm setting it off, letting it off, busting
Hustling, rushing, dusting motherfuckers
Dropping the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
Top of the line, first class
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I'm spitting gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yapping, we bout that gun clapping
No Limit, yeah, that's what's happening
Fuck all that yapping, we bout that gun clapping
Yeah
In the real world, talk is cheap
Actions speak louder than words
No Limit Records, here to protect and serve
The song "Ghetto Symphony" by Silkk The Shocker features verses from various No Limit Records artists like Fiend, C-Murder, Mia X, Mystikal, Goldie Loc, and Snoop Dogg. Each artist presents their unique style on the track, with Silkk The Shocker ending the symphony with his signature flow. The lyrics showcase their rise to fame, their affiliation with No Limit Records, and their willingness to use violence to protect their success. The metaphor of a symphony is employed to represent the unity and harmony of their crew.
Throughout the song, the artists boast about their success and their willingness to protect it through violence if necessary. Silkk The Shocker references his motherhood of the "Tank," the army he helped create through No Limit Records, while Mia X reminds listeners that she's a "bitch on a mission" willing to knock out anyone who gets in her way. C-Murder, who was later convicted of murder in 2009, uses some of the most violent lyrics in his verse, boasting about having people "found in a ditch" if they cross him. Mystikal, considered one of the best rappers signed to No Limit Records, delivers his verse with his signature energy, dropping clever wordplay and a memorable flow.
Line by Line Meaning
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
I am a skilled and powerful rapper, a dominant force in the industry
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I come from the southern region, where I hustled and engaged in illegal activities
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
I am the creator of the No Limit Records label, responsible for its success and talented artists
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
We are a group of wealthy individuals who have achieved success through unconventional means, don't question our status
Get to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We know how to make things happen and create a unique style with our music
We made the whole world respect the underground while
We gained international recognition and respect for our underground music
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Certain individuals criticize us and become angry
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there
We achieved success despite the obstacles and criticism
I cares not about your click or the block
I don't care about your group or neighborhood
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
I am still the same powerful person who can enter your territory and defeat you
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
I am a determined woman with a purpose
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
I have control and influence over men, while other women try to gain favor through flattery
Missing the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics
You're clueless about the game, it's obvious and clear to those who understand the language
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Get rid of your inflated ego and seek true understanding
Mia X, kicking off the ghetto symphony
Mia X is starting the song with her performance
Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be
The next artist in line should introduce themselves and assert their identity
What? It's Fiend y'all
It's Fiend, announcing his presence
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
Place me in a competition with skilled rappers, and see them retreat in fear
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
They would even climb trees to avoid my potent rap skills
Bleed on, exceed on!
I continue to thrive and surpass expectations
Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Inferior rappers who possess titles or achievements achieved through mediocrity
Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on!
I will devour them like prey when they ring the metaphorical bell of competition
Microphone Don, walking flesh, talking bomb
I am a king of the microphone, a dangerous presence with my words
Bringing harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
I disrupt the peace and frighten those who encounter me
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
I am the African (referring to his heritage), challenging anyone who wants to compete
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
I will make your plans and ambitions obsolete and irrelevant compared to my own
Oh damn, toting two pistols like Yosemite Sam
I carry and wield firearms like the cartoon character Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
I am an experienced and respected figure, making noise like a southern music band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I am a versatile and capable soldier, driving pickups and caravans
I would be the man, but God beat me to them plans
I could have been the best, but God had other plans for me
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
C-Murder is now taking over and performing for the symphony
I be's that nigga on the tank, always tripping never slipping
I am the person associated with No Limit Records, always causing trouble without faltering
Have you reminiscing and missing, that fool in your picture
I make you think about and long for the past version of yourself
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows
I am referred to as the Bossalinie, a powerful and influential figure in the industry
And fuck dose who oppose (why?) we running them hoes
I disregard and ignore those who criticize me, as we dominate and control the game
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfucking days a year
I am constantly active and working throughout the entire year
I have your fool staggering just like a bottle of beer
I have the ability to disorient and confuse you, like a bottle of beer
You niggaz running from the cops, well I ain't running no mo'
While others may flee from law enforcement, I have decided to no longer run
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I express my defiance and disregard for women while driving
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
I am unconventional and unpredictable, but I assumed everyone was aware of that
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the true tat
Do you not watch or follow the news? I am the one with the genuine and authentic presence
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
Ask my friend Keno, I genuinely do not care about the opinions of others
And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you
If you confront me in a negative manner, I will retaliate and harm you
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony
Silkk the Shocker is now taking over and performing for the symphony
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit
Would I have achieved success if my music wasn't appealing and popular?
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinking bout
You all had no idea what you were talking about
You sound like a bitch (bitch!)
The way you speak and act is cowardly and weak
Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfucking hit, Bitch??
It sounds like a wishful thinking, as if you hoped to have a successful hit like mine, Bitch!
When it sound like this!
You know it's a hit when it has this kind of sound and quality!
Or you fake niggas get enough heart, and try to bust a
Fake individuals gain false confidence and attempt to compete
Rhyme at this click
Rap along with this group
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get
If you make a mistake, you will pay the consequences
Found in a ditch
You will end up dead and discarded
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Record labels are willing to pay me a lot of money because they realize how profitable I am
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff
These are improvised lyrics, proving my skill and creativity
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Silkk the Shocker and KLC collaboratively produce music like Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre did
Y'all can relate to what it takes to get a contract like, MJ nigga
You all understand the effort required to sign a contract like Michael Jackson did
It ain't where you from; it's where the, fuck you at
It doesn't matter where you came from, it matters about your current location and status
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm fucking with that
No Limit Records is the best, and I proudly associate myself with them
Mystikal get busy on the symphony
Mystikal is now taking over and performing for the symphony
Who shit motherfucker god damn!
Intense expression of shock and disbelief
I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man!
I maintain an energetic and exciting presence, I am the best
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song
Have you ever heard someone claim they don't enjoy my music?
Or that I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm rapping on
Or deny the fact that I excel on every verse I perform
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a motherfucker)
(That man Mystikal is incredibly skilled and impressive)
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_
I gained success and recognition through my own talent, referencing popular songs by Run-DMC and LL Cool J
Nee nigga to be pissed off with me
There isn't a person who could be angry or dissatisfied with me
Cause their old lady they call me their baby
Because their significant other views me as their favorite artist
MC's piling up and crowding up, but I'm their FAVORITE
Despite other rappers competing for attention, I remain the favorite among fans
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
I am the kind of person who confidently purchases a luxury sports car, like a Chevrolet Camaro Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face
I will physically assault and harm you
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
Your music is subpar, why are you trying to promote it?
You played out just like old woman pussy
You are outdated and irrelevant, like the genitalia of an elderly woman
Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony
Goldie Loc is now taking over and performing for the symphony
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulating with my stress
I will challenge and defeat those who dislike me, adding to my stress and determination
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
I will eliminate and overpower them completely, relieving myself of any burden
Releasing anger, all natural gangsta energy
I am channeling and unleashing my authentic, tough energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game
I am Goldie Loc, part of the Dogg House record label
Motherfuckers better start backing up (what up what up)
People need to retreat and respect my presence
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
We are a powerful group, and our enemies don't want to confront us
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thing
I am Little Goldie Loc, but Goldie Locks is essentially the same person
Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gang-bang
I engage in illegal activities for the sake of my neighborhood and gang affiliation
Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony
Snoop Dogg is now taking over and performing for the symphony
This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics
This song is meant for all the pessimistic individuals
That thought I wasn't coming, out with some exquisite, rhymes
Those who doubted that I would release exceptional and impressive rhymes
But that's OK, cause now I'm back
But it doesn't matter, because I have returned
To kill all the rumors, and straighten the facts
To silence all the false rumors and present the truth
Like umm, doing bad, getting ganked for my bank
Contrary to the rumors, I am doing well, and nobody has stolen my money
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm true Tank Dogg
Now that you see I am a genuine and authentic member of No Limit Records, you are trying to get close to me
You say, 'Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that something'
You express surprise and admiration for my success
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumping
I purchased your album, my friend, and it is amazing
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
I apologize for causing any unnecessary conflict or controversy
Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?
Could I have your autograph to impress my child's mother?
Shit I'm setting it off, letting it off, busting
I am initiating and escalating the situation, firing shots
Hustling, rushing, dusting motherfuckers
I am actively engaging in illegal activities, quickly eliminating my enemies
Dropping the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
I am releasing great music, dominating the music scene, that's our purpose
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
I threaten you by pointing a gun at your face, challenging your response
Top of the line, first class
I am at the highest level, superior to others
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass
I shoot you in the buttocks, and then celebrate by drinking more alcohol
Too legit to quit, I'm spitting gangsta shit
I am incredibly authentic, continuing to deliver hardcore and gangster-oriented music
Man fuck all that yapping, we bout that gun clapping
Forget all the talking, we are all about taking action, using guns
No Limit, yeah, that's what's happening
No Limit Records is the dominant force in the industry, that's the reality
Snoop Dogg is now taking over and performing for the symphony
Snoop Dogg is now the final artist to perform in this symphony
Fuck all that yapping, we bout that gun clapping
Forget all the talking, we are all about taking action, using guns
In the real world, talk is cheap
In reality, words hold little value
Actions speak louder than words
What you do is more important than what you say
No Limit Records, here to protect and serve
No Limit Records is here to represent and support others in the music industry
Lyrics Β© Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS, ALVERTIS ISBELL, ALLEN ALVOID JR. JONES, RICHARD ANTHONY JR. JONES, COREY MILLER, VYSHONN KING MILLER, OTIS REDDING, KEIWAN DASHAWN SPILLMAN, MICHAEL L. TYLER, MIA YOUNG
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@pehriaylanier
Havenβt heard this song in years and still rapped Mia X verse word for word. She came in so strong.
@mrqh406
Mia set the tone , they couldn't lack rhymes around her !
@erictucker4412
Me too!!!! πππππ
@Leroyoseventv
Mystikal part was stuck in my head for years π
@dustinhall8686
Wwoooo shit mf gotdamnnn
@dollarsignhtotheo2dubbs579
"Played out just like old woman pussy" π
@geraldboldenjr.894
Still in my head
@nikobellic8987
Same hereπ
@iseebeauties
Same for me too!!! Wheeew shit muthafcka gotdam
@mattmartorana4851
THEY ALL KILLED IT ON THIS TRACK...NO LIMIT FAMILY