Lyrics:
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
This how we live
Not giving a f***
Fast cash making money dancing and such (Huh)
Flash on snapping when I step on the scene
Don't stop clapping hoe they
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
suck my
Hunnid on my wrist
50 for the bitch
Showin' off my grills
Man fuck that mumbling shit
Whole crew feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't
topics get flushed
Between the lines is where we live
Them evil kids are on the eve of sneaking in
And tweaking off the leaf and gin
Another move and dude,
sound
Side to side, back and forth
We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you'll be on the one
Just snap
sound
Side to side, back and forth
We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, you'll be on the one
Just snap
and scandalling
Live gambling survive by scrambling
against us
Now they taking loss
Only high octane is what I keep in da tank
Wit a sound system by Groot that got magnificent range
We got ladies in the crew
Uzi, she wanna get shot like a movie
Open her legs, start Ruby, bout to go dumb like Rudy
Riding me like a Suzuki, 2F2F like Suki
Knock out her walls off
paint on, lets go.
(Food clothes medicine)
(Food clothes medicine)
(F*** me)
Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds rogue veterans
Food
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
you doodoo
Bent up like you OD'd off Ex-Lax and YooHoo
I blew through two crews, talkin' they garbage
Claimin' they funky? Maybe true cause you
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
[Hook x4]
I rep F.L.A., (F.L.A. bitch)
I rep F.L.A
[Verse 1]
I rep for my squad
B.R.K., we going hard
You know just how we do
Putting on for my crew
fallin' off, them bars hella weak though
Her a** fat, but I love it when she deep-throat
Rolling blunts bigger than California Burrito
Don't call me by my
ya mouth when people ???? seein' they brains boil
Look I don't curse but in this verse nigga f*ck the world
Chorus 2x
[Turk]
Niggas be wantin'
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
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