[Hook: Jay Reaper] D.O.D. alive, and niggas wonder why Niggas wanna try, these niggas gettin' fried Eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this shit Eye for an eye, rap til we die!
[Verse 1: Jay Reaper] Fuck yeah, we on this shit The extrases and bonuses Niggas just can't get ahold on this We'll kiss my cojones bitch Yeah, fuck being broke and shit Hella cake, I want hella cake Heavy weight but I levitate And takin' niggas straight to the heavens gates [?] I never wait, I don't hesitate K-Pax and set of blings, I'm Kevin Spacey And I've said it straight, like this Yo, we’re takin' a piss, piss at your dog and your kids Piss at your bitch and your biz Piss at all the shit that exists Yes, like that, and I like that Yeah, you don't fight back Bust back and your life's snatched Put it right back on the right tracks Y'all niggas hit, it's loosin' us We need dopeness, shoot it up We dem roaches, ruthless But... Y'all already knew what's up Tell me, who can touch this? Who can bring that fucking ruckus? Who can look the Reaper in the eyes And tell me not to fuck shit... Up This is no beginners luck Niggas gettin' stuck when I conduct like loaded locks
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[Verse 2: Skits Vicious] We ride or die, I wonder why they think I'm kiddin' I don't lie, this shit was written, so I'm nice That's everytime I grab a mic, uh My spike shine I could puncture, poke your pine Rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend I drew the borderline again, hella bad the Devil laughs Passing me a Heineken, shadow cast my mellow half Ain't no wining and dining, ain't no 9 to 5in' Yellow tabs, hella ass, hiphop got me grindin' Spit that rapid fire flow Then ride till the motherfucking tires blow Life full of drama I gotta strike the globe Slice your aura with the fatal blow Credits grow, minutes end, head expolde - Finish Him! A heavy dose of D.O.D. will relapse, rehab plenty comb What goes around, comes around You don't need to give me props I'm known around the globe around This ain't no beginners luck The firefighter fightin' the fire with fire Desire of a tiger, eye for an eye assiah
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[Interlude] It's the Rotten, Dope D.O.D. for life Rotten 24/7, the ambient, let's get it
[Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] It's eye for an eye til the day we die So much dope it's hard to come by Rise the price see the golden sunshine Fuck the bars man, they can flatline [?] and we're out to get it Run with the homies, stay athletic Your style's plastic, synthetic Your card declined, no credit, pathetic Up to the sky in the way we go Connect the system and overflow Used to be Dope kid, way too grown Still we get stupid on the microphone Well known, we stay persistent Well gifted, end your existence Ain't no resistance, missed it Gone in the distance, Rotten did it You ain't ready for apocalypse Wrote it down but lost the script The doomsday prepper who jump the ship Noah lived my life at this We ride to die like terrorist And lurk around your premises Send some clear messages That you can't never mess with us
[Hook: Jay Reaper]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
