Dj Clue - Come On Lyrics
[rock]Come on (bcc)Come on (mfc)Come on (bcc)Come on (yeah!)Aiyyo rock, rock, rockEverybody say rock, not lou from suburbs to pjsSo watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat upOr heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuckSee me on the streets bra, Ill break yo teeth up and take yo beeperTwo piece your man and let big noc put him in a sleeperThen see ya, catch me in a club on a wallSpliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my ballsSurrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times tenPlus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in (your rapper card? )Yeah my rapper card, it works in live sessionsPlus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera[buckshot]Buckshot rock knots wit fistsNiggas stay high while I rock wit thisMobb on yall niggas like the infamousToo close wit the dillinger, two shots I dont missIm wiggin out while Im diggin out backsRun from the gun claps, run three lapsPerhaps, them niggas you sent to carjackBuckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macsNow this is what I act like when I smoke on blackStay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts>from the, street Bible or the street quranFake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes onIm a nappy little nigga, still goin strongYou can eat a dick while I eat a thong (clue!)But still the bomb[tek]Its the wave-king, rock the two tone wallees strip-onsDont wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-onMy grimy brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chickWhile my crew from new jerus stay vickin ya whipsTek is the shit, aint nobody spittin like thisDeep impact steez been like a chromed out sixWit the amg kit, ericsson wit the chipYall stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dickI keep the livin quarter held down wit two ninesOne in the bed, one in the bathroom at all timesSo while Im takin a shit, Im at route and plan a hitThe amount we flip depends on what we getIts like a wall street trick, dirty money move quickMy mans wear stones you can tip the scales witOn they ears and wrists alone for every deaf ones boneLook, aint no tellin how many gats Ive thrown[rock] (steele)Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)Come on (yo yo its yo time to eat)[lidu rock]Yo the set I claim is the set that bangTo the mutha*****in end, I be doin my thing (yeah!)Lidu rock, know the name in new york we g stackinFirst the bloods and the crips, now *****es is carjackinLike my nigga craig and em say, ***** that shit!Rockin shines in the ville, you better tuck that shitOr watch yo step baby, watch where you walkI put a slug up in yo mouth so that ass wont talkFor real son, now we got mad cops on the blockCuz we hold it down for doc and I keep my heat *****edLidu rock, what the ***** I know yall niggas mad at meSo if you rep for yours go head take a stab at me, mutha*****er[ruck]You a many style copy-cat, ? bendy mile? stockin capFake nigga from the projects who aint got a gatRuck reign supreme, aim the steamWhen the gun click, your ass shit navy beansMaybe these, niggas aint ready for the magnumForce, the holocaust, balls I just dragged themOff lost in the sauce and of course Im glad themMonkey niggas dont ***** wit the ruck cuz they fags, sonThe last one, to step to sean p caught a bad oneQuincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed emCornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight greatStill bummin money for stoges and a drakes cake[steele]Get it straight, yall niggas *****in wit some heavyweightsBoot camp-ion champions on point like paper matesDemonstrate, spectacular venacularSmackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatulaSnatchin ya, off the street like policeNext week, they find your body washin up on the beachDont speak if you aint at norm (aint got nuttin to say fool)Tally on, be gone, as we rally strongSee me in brook-lyn where crooks be armedTerrorial disputes leave you in memorial suitesCallin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya placeWe the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your faceSayin our grace before we put our hands in our platesCarnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like filletMy mind spray like a murderers nine sprayThe crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day[dj clue]Dj clue, the professionalPart one, you know how we do itWord up, rest in peace my nigga donnie brascoMy nigga b.i.g. word upAnd we out, till next timeFor all parties big skane 800-570-3657Aight then
