[Verse 1: Ryu] Yo.. Yo Get your gloves up, ready for round two Ring a bell, blood in your spit-pail Dance on the canvas, cold-cocked, your champ is Clipping a coat rock Hugging the rope for this ass-whoopin' that won't stop Get him a doc Nah, wait, call him a taxi Waving a white flag like battle-rappin' Iraqis On attack we tend to get nasty Not to conflict, but newlyweds are what people do in the back seat (exactly) Plug it in, drop the beef Slug him again, better not chip one of my gold teeth Hit him at point blank, buckin' with both feet Duckin' with Cheap- Shot equip [a] couple of dope beats In the street-box, we on, sock Diablo Rocky Four, never could stop, Ivan Drago Wild when the crowd gets Loud for nostalgic round-for-round clips and my sound surrounds 'em
[Hook: Ryu and Tak] Yo Plug it in, drop the beat, and let's go Pump loud (rock), rip, (clock), clip, dome Box til they say "stop the fight" In the first round, ring a bell, drop the mic Here we go (c'mon!) Now (c'mon!) Bounce (c'mon!) On the Style Tip like UH (c'mon!) Rock (c'mon!) Rip (c'mon!) Flip so sick then BOOM Box til they say "stop the fight" In the first round, ring a bell, drop the mic [Record scratches] (c'm-c'm-c'-c'-c'mon!)
[Verse 2: Tak] Yo Get your lights out, time to brawl [?] Obnoxious Wild and keeping the floor hoppin' Over your head like I break both of your legs Put it together every letter, could murder, would never end Step in the wind (*shwoop!*) Slice-sever your limbs Telling your friends that we back and straight-up done it again Hi-jacked it, we dig in the ground, spin it around "Back It Up: Part Two," Styles' criminal file So what clique rocks the disco uptempo? The flash of the signal makes it so simple The Phife Dawg built the sound without mics How it gon' feel? profound and clown all night So who slept and got swept under the rug? Bustin' yo mug in a fat puddle of blood Not knowin' the half of the wrath rap really does Enough to get slapped silly, pud, with billy clubs
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[Verse 3: Ryu] Yo, this is what I'm talking about Ease back, react to [?] and the [?] language Feel the wind, pull the grenade pin Tossed at long ranges If he ain't buff, he ain't dangerous Never fall for that false attack, get tossed and backed in Rap till my chest walls collapse, the fact is Broad doesn't come in a backpack Ryu and Tak roll up on your click to clack that
[Verse 4: Tak] Yo, you wondering what it is But can't figure what slipped In the club soda mix, and stumbling to the crib Big bowl of chatter when you can't even talk right Hugging the steps, out of breath, under your porch light Cause and effect of a shark bite Underlined quick with a chalk stick Ran, killer off, right That's what's crackin' when the placed is packed in The S.O.B. serial stealth assassins
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[Outro]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
