Def Squad - Countdown Lyrics
[erick sermon]For shes perhaps quite cleverOn the mic, Im wizard, call me chris webberScary, wise, Im way past terrorI make like jay-z, then roc-a-fellaRock em out the clubThen buy em a bottle of champagneFrom the bar compliments of e-dubI be the one to cause the confusionTwist your mind to piecesMake ya think Im losinYeah, niggaz try to provoke meBut, Im a tower godSo, there aint no hope*****es like dope eSo, I resume, if they stepI buck-a-shot like Im black moonLet me ask yous, yall feel that like erykahControl the states and make a def americaMy styles legit, peep the steez a bitIts official, like a licensed .45 pistolWord to the preachers wifeI got the power to annoy yaAnd keep them shiesty folks on pointIm the butler, servin mcsBecause I love toN-o, quote, youre a customer[redman]I put you in your right mind and frameI de-rail tracks and rappers like doc designed the trainAll aboard with the def squad, if you can hangMy name be precise range, when I aim, I flame***** a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin emYoung, just wanna have fun, like little just and emBut, doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed meFoes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlinWhether it be weed, dope or cokeMy athlete flow make doc show, soak his toesMake niggaz bow down, when Im drunk off gold crownPull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-roundJump out a tree, land on your neckFrom the moment you start pumpin redman in your deckYou be like damn, thats what I ride forIf I apply more pressure, itll snow on july fourthSon spark the spliff, bark the fifthThe tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shitIf you came to brawl, we love to get involvedMy squad lickin hard for all white people to jawl[chorus x2: pmd]Mcs its the final countdownYou look tired can you go the roundIf you can, Ill slap your hands and give you creditIf not, Ill turn around and say forget it[keith murray]Yeah, nobody rock harder than thisClosed jaw, stoned face, mic extremistAnd, I doubt itYou could kiss my ass and make a love song about itCause, Im bout it and their livin without itYeah, wantin to battle with me, as hard as it getsGet niggaz in jail watchin soul trainTurn off the tv, lyrical vetFlippin twenty-six letters of the alphabetYou talk shit, you deserve what you getIm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knobNot a hip-hop cop and not down with the mobbCapable of handlin multiple responsibilitiesSimultaneously, with communication capabilitiesFrom high-class to mid-class to low and greedyI will instantaneously bust an mcThe non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitterAnd make you exercise your shit up, nigga[jamal]These niggaz is ridin dick like rodeo, their homosWho wanna toe-to-toe, ***** the studio flowDef squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor.45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getterRepresent for the real gangsters and drug dealersKnow half your little rap and Im cappin and slappin niggazSame niggaz takin this squad shit for a jokePull the pistol bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the popeTheir cowards, gettin rained on like a showerLive form nyc, e, red keepin me, mally gMaster the ceremonial, off the meat rackCall you weak, keep gats, pandemoniumPhony tough tony ones, we dip dip die in the placeHouse, that was some hardcore rapRealer than black, black baseball bats and black gatsbout to black out on all you wack cats[chorus x2: pmd]Mcs its the final countdownYou look tired can you go the roundIf you can, Ill slap your hands and give you creditIf not, Ill turn around and say forget it
