Killarmy - The Push Lyrics
f/ Superb[Beretta 9]This is for all y'all wanna beMillitant, Camoflauge (Y'all niggas ain't raw)Word up, we 'bout to show you how it's done (Word up man)How to rock the boots (Like this)The camoflauge (Great damn nigga White)The guns (The big ones that go..)[Beretta 9]Yo, watch for the shrapnel admiralDidn't know the kid was tactfulMy missles whistle at you spactual, subtract youSurrender all, we got youBlitzkrieg, fahtis bleed, it's naturalThe Army, take out your front line calmly - you like thatTell the Cap' the kids back the MillitantMy regiment be five percent put Steelo inKillin these tracks, Beretta on attackThis one for my die-hard niggas, watch yo' backOr wind up in the graveyard, in Allah tintAsk the fans, it's the Gods againAnd if we got to, then we kill again"Louie under, we're making another push""Get your people together.. lieutenant?""I got nothin left""Dig a little deeper"[Superb]Yo.. Up all night writin dartsSniffin the pure, Christmas Eve '99 reminiscin and shit(Bout) who got hit, (Bout) who got *****(Bout) who *****es that is, who got kids andWho sell crack, who a rapper nowWho money-washin, who was P.O.Try to get him lockied up but his ***** is C.O.And she gon' tell the captain, he gon' buy him a boatThe cap' gon' tell the judge, he gon' buy him a goat (And)The judge gon' tell the D.A., he gon' buy him some cokeThe D.A. gon' tell his lawyer that his client can goAnd, all y'all niggas mad I got the iron from GhostAnd, Chef still cookin what you tryin to get roastBobby'll beat that ass, Meth do a show in ya coatsAnd Cappadonna, the Masta will Kill yaYou *****in with a true master, *****in with powerYou *****in with the Wu bastards, *****in with oursWe the most livest, most largest, squadrantSergeants in Africa, thugs from AmericaLive from New York, straight from Florida CityAll shitty, screamin "Play more Biggie"Hood like you blowin, per blow more quicklyStill poppin pain that cause four-fiftyI ain't know they was young, I just like short *****es[Islord]Yo, you *****ed up when you crossed my lineI got the nine, pointed at ya back spineSo feel the heat, as I let the lead tear your meatCuz I represent the real niggas from the streetsI'm comin trough blackdown, with the fat tre' poundStrapped, *****ed backWhile my right-hand man plays a role in the back,with the mack - Subject to murderous art,as I finesse it and also compose the track like MozartThis nine'll script, niggas get finked upIn this rap game, it's madly insaneSo don't go against the grain, or get your life tookenWith ya head chopped off, placed in a plastic bag,its Central booking, forever kings[9th Prince]Aiyyo I spit verses that'll bury you beneath the surfaceA murder this like voodoo curses9th Prince forever nervous, analog niggas is short-circuitKilla be killas the purposeGuns in holsters what the earth is, musical apocalypseRun up on the label, hold the A and R for a hostageLimps from four-footers who's with it, go 'head spit itThe weed and dust makes me kill shit, kill shit..."The way I see it, we've got two choices""We can settle for being slaughtered in the push tomorrow""Or we can take those tanks out tonight..""If we do it, it's just us""We'll slip past the lines unchecked""Just another sorry-ass patrol""Lemme get this straight""Yesterdauy your point was Section 8""No""You wanna lead some renegade force against their tanks"
