ga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche
so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick up ya
people nigga
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's of fice
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In the corner of Lawson
An d Alston,
I would proceed with caution
These motherfucka's really think
the 'Te done lost it
He sold a couple records now
they think he flossin'
But I ain't stopped battling,
I just stopped rattling
Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all
were making me nauseous
Understand fucka I'm gon
win regardless
I still got the hunger pains
from my apartment
When me and 9th were both
splittin' cans of StarKist
Arguing about who LP was the hardest
And a hand full of CD's ready
to burn
Some real hip hop for
your listening nerves
A year later hooked up with
a nigga named Murs
Now everybody play our records
for they women and churn
Jay- Lee got the
Eastcoast getting the loot
Living Legends on the
Westcoast, ready to shoot
Get ourselves while they call
up the troops
Phonte Taylor made for the game
y'all just following suits
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Play the CD or tape and then rewind that
You want beef motherfucker
never mind that
(And if he owe me money,
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Play the CD or tape
and then rewind that
So let me know where
ya mind at? (what!)
Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange
Keep ya ear to the speaker,
quit ignoring the names
Welcome to the next level,
top floor in the game
Felize done hooked up with
a clubbed- out nigga so
Skip the sidekick, I'm a nextel nigga
If I hit ya on the chirp,
with a verse you better roger that
Picture word- perfect from the land
where the Dodgers at
Trying to get some money with
some pussy on the side of that
Never have to ask where my
killas or my riders at
But when fake gangstas try
to find where them dollars at
Go to any city where there's pretty
ma's to holla at
The illest in your state,
one on the tour- date
And more- great,
than your grandfather's father
'Te I know it gotta hurt a man
they stand by the slaughter
Oughta be locked away
when I rock this way
Get rocked on the airwaves but not for play
If my heart should stop and I drop today
I went against all odds
and I got my way
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Play the CD or tape
and then rewind that
You want beef motherfucker
never mind that
(And if he owe me money,
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Play the CD or tape
and then rewind that
So let me know where ya mind at? (what!)