Even though we love you
You know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
Even though we love you
You know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
Fuck with you
I be cuttin' the fuck up and down
Side to side, all around, all the time, often now
(With a raw sound)
Who's the man? Damn, Fam can jam
Rush, rumble, ram, slam and kickin' tall cans
Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses
I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this
Feelin', feelin', I got a feelin'
Adrenaline, got me tremblin', I got the style
Can't hold it back 'cause I'm too damn wild
Oh, hell no, a rugged road rebel flow
Hell yeah, you know
Same brother, Scarface, braided afro
Outlaw, Rottin Razkals
Guess who? The hooligan you hate to see
Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your TV
The same nigga from Da Bricks, fightin' clicks for kicks
I don't care, I really don't give a damn
Smack you up and pass you to my swingin' Fam
Poof, now be gone
(Okay)
'Cause this is how we play every rottin' single holiday
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so?
Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no
You claim to be schizophrenic
But practically panic
When me and my clique roll tight and thick
Like the Titanic
They should have it banned
Ghetto pass revoked, stands branded
My choke, you couldn't manage
The yolk do too much damage
Pop goes the Diesel
No, never that, don't try and dirty mac
You rodent, you river rat
Raps counter-react, they counter-attack
[Unverified] you're a tat for tat that's wack [unverified]
And it bee's like that, black
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Givin' props to KRS-1 for stayin' true to the ghetto streets
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
Here I come, with nothing ever so harder
Niggaz in every hood, welcome my style back like Carter
Huh, two times for the hoes, may I exposed to those?
My mack daddy ride flows
(Flow on then, nigga, hey, don't let me stop ya)
Get in my way and I'll stop, drop and mop ya
Like that, ooh, what ya gonna do now?
Niggaz runnin' and duckin', there's a riot goin' down
But ain't nothing new to my clique or my town
I tell you, I'm good with these klickow klickow
You have run an over turn
When my lyrics start to burn like the chronic in the blunt
And you can't front on the skunk that's kickin' in like jail toes
Who knows what the fuck goes on
You're tryin' play me, you're dead wrong
So, all you silly slippin' slouches, I be flippin' on you
Pop the lip, I have my fist steady stickin' on you
I mean, man, I'm like amazin' and you know ain't no fazin'
This double I bunch been rippin' and ragin'
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
118 ha, 235 in the click
115, you know I'm sayin'
I got my road dogs, my Cruddy Click
Naughty with the by with the nature
You know I'm sayin'
Niggas can't fuck around
Don't know why they act like they can
Ha ha ha, yeah
Inglewood, Ill town
Double I, double I, double I
Don't even try double I
(Hey, hey, yo)
Rottin Razkals in this, nigga
My Cruddy Click, my road dogs
Naughty with the By to the Nature
And we out, but we don't hate you

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