Lyrics:
on the scanner
Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter
Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin'
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitches office
followed by a sky scanner
With old Nasa parts from some
Black market dealer
In your grade school science project
You're trying to revive
Seems to be
hand so you best not sleep
No, I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match, my ass and your face
Listen
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
on the scanner
Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter
Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin'
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitches office
Whatever you may send
We won't give in without a fight, a fight until the end
With vigilance by day and night our scanners trace the sky
A shield is
Whatever you may send
We won't give in without a fight, a fight until the end
With vigilance by day and night our scanners trace the sky
A shield is
a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say
Physi-cal, ? roll with the winners
After these ?, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got
Hustlin' on the thirteen-hundred block slangin' 'caine
Call ? bitch ?
With walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs
I make long
keep the razors and plates under the cabinet
You can get further in life by using manners
Not only are these cellphones tapped they using scanners
don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, gun by your side
Bangin' with the loud
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
Photographic memories
Scanners of our love affair
Like we were the L.A. Times
The headlines read "Beware"
I don't deal in hearsay
Calculation
Daybreak with the spirit of travel
Knotted guts as I slowly unravel
Waiting at the border once again
Perpetually anal women and men
Screwed by
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get
walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't
walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
Still agree to bleed a birthstone
Even if alerted to the dirt throne
Freely by your tentacles squeezing
Into a turncoat
Yikes, inertia days and vertigo
passport pages all stamped up
Bitches in the back all cramped up
All we need is by the pool, get tanked up
I got the juice: Tropicana
Brand new goo: drop
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