King Just - Can I Get Some Lyrics
[intro]Hell yeahThis is how we supposed to doUh-huh, black fist we gon do?[chorus]Drop the grenade, niggas aint largerTime to get paid, youre in the alarmRappers get slayed, and they cause no harmIm about to lay, hey, can I get some?[king just]Yo, come get a *****in taste of realityCasualty, wept over the whole *****in galaxyBattle me, your styles a game like sorryOr like atari, Im gnarly just like a harleyDavidson, I take on the bravest oneAnd turn into that ***** ass nigga he wasCuz, aint no fakin and no playinAnd every word that I say, is every word that Im slayinOh god, why do they think Im broadIs it my lyrics is hard or is Im wit the mobFrom the six, now all these rappers talkin shitBut I must be schemin on my life to make hitsBlack fist on the rise, oh now youre surprisedYa niggas dont exist, like *****in pens you pryBut imma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat*****in wit just, thats like swimmin in shits creakWit diarrhea, oh mamma miaSkills is ill, real faster than a cheetahIn a jungle, and imma watch ya empire crumbleIf rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble[chorus][king just]Back up, back up, yes zoos in townWit the new twist and a brand new soundWhat you want? ya niggas aint ready for warCuz it take ten more, before I get rawHardcore, off the wall hip hopNonstop, settin up shop on your blockWit glocks, let ya brain rotMob tactics, bustin shots, theres a freeze on the popWhat blood clot? means no money, no honeyAnd thats what make us better than you dummiesSayin all types of shit like shaolin wouldnt lastBut just like an automobile you been gassedPassed, just like the rest, you wanna come for testMy brains half rhyme, the other half cessIve been blessed wit the successWhat did you except? look at the way I catch wetFrom the projects, and imma live hereTil I die, gettin high, shaolin soldiers take over in 95And imma make sure all my shit is rawFor ya niggas who front, spell it backwards, war[chorus][king just]Hey good lookin, what you got cookinPack your nerve quick, I have this in the street shookinThe *****ed up, niggas better duckSomebody call a bomb squad, cuz Im about to blow upBoom, there goes the buildingThe bomb makes a killa stackin loot to the ceilingWho dwellin and dealin, maybe I got the *****in feelinThat imma make platinum, I gots to see the millionIm destined to buck *****in wild just like a westernThey goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessionsAint no second guessin, Im back, wheres ya heart at?Shaolins on the map, zoo niggas attackThe track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minuteAnd as long as Im in it, boy, imma finishA m.c. off, they got lost and tossed by the sourceCuz I pay the cost to be the bossYou get flagged like betty ross and the spangled bannerSlammin shit more harder than *****in thors hammerThe ill manner, wit ill grammarWhen I get mad, I turn the opposite of *****in david bammerThe incredible, unedible, turn backwardsTerrible, ***** a phony rappers offa pedestal[chorus][interlude]Yeah, how we on that shaolin soldier shitKing just, the mystics of the godSex, money, and cess and the blase blah[chorus]
