U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked
On my knees at the mercy of God Straight up back up I keeps it hard You like to watch But can't touch this nigga or catch a charge
Papichulo with karate chops just like judo Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Apollo Creed
Time to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers For the Mic Dons, callin' like Dion PMD shinin' with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat channel This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin' niggaz
We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back And watch me spitfire my volerical fact It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin' Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat 'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm black
In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch 'Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of halls
Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw When I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh" EPMD, 215 and 8-Off Agallah
Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car? One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream So put your hands together, get your mans together Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga 8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz
Aiyyo, you hit 'em like that I bust 'em from the back to the extreme Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch And switch up for the mix up and dig a ditch up And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like Prince Naseem ahead Duck yo' head or go inside instead Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy? You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians Talkin' shit and never even seen a million Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz With small figures and chasin' gold diggers
Don't even come up to me yappin' Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson Right now, you wanna duel, you fool I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule
Who wanna flex with the influential With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential The mic and the beat, now shit's complete For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash, punk
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow U got shot 'cause you knock, knock, knockedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
