King Just - Leave Now Lyrics
[intro: king just]FalalalalaYo, this is how we do this shit[chorus 2x: all]Niggas better move, niggas better get backNiggas better move, dont fake no jacks (leave now!)[king just]I come like a river, Ill make ya shake ya zipperThe liver, here comes the nigga thatll dick yaRaw, hardcore, sounds that poundStop, look, whats that sound?Come on now, youve got to swing with the kingCuz the things I bringll cause more ruckus than rodney kingRiots, gimme ya head and imma fry itTry it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seenCats are jammin like mitch green, more albums than al greenA fiend for rap, puttin this shit on backFor my niggas who put me on the map (like that, like that)Back, flash his ring around the axisFeel my mark upon ya chest when it slashesSlow like molasses, black fist is massiveAnd I rock rhymes from here to shaolin to dallas[mega don]Boom, the bomb, the mega don dropsWhat the blood clots? two-six *****in shotsStand clear for the warfareOr surrender, throw the white flags in the airYea, the mega dons repossessin shitAnd Ill represent, kid these misfits are militantSince, lifes a *****, imma use herOne life to lose her, the mega dons a death abuserLike a butt, niggas better spit at youIm sick, with what Im dealin with, shaolin be rippin shitOn the wreck, mega don, knotty dread brothersWe actin live, but this way, all thats deadSo act like you know, blackIts the mega don, check the statNinety-four, fakin no jacks[chorus 2x][profes]Check it out, its the mutt who rules like king tutYou rappers suck, its another black fist uppercutAll I wish for is blunts and stuntsYou get played like a dunce, I get props makin muttsMisfits, a bunch of hoods with knapps, hairs twistedSteppin to my crew, you wouldnt wanna risk itJust listen, imma school that ass like the board of edA skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick headNuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smokeBlow it out thru my nose, then take another toteI hope, that I could live large like boss hoggThe cats out the bag, ***** it, let loose the dogsIm walkin niggas like a pit, its the profesBe on my face, hard like an erect dick[star]I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitorsVan clans are canned, they cant understand my slammin staminaI master trash in blastin, ass-rappinThis gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actinApproachers, choke from the smoke of snub nosesAnd die, high off highly potent doses of dopenessI posted, roast up these jokers, its overQuit, Im rippin off your shit like strip pokerEach one, teach one son, but you was taught wrongI swarm, rip four pawns, youre torn, sick thoughts formBut if I ever want zs chief, I just repeatNo wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleepBlack fist, the shaolin click, declares warSo move, move mutha*****a, what you waitin for?[chorus 4x][outro]***** that, blood clot!(easy, easy, selecta, black fist is ours, celestialAny man want some must get after dem)Big shout out, all rightBig shout out to all my man lock downShitty brown (my man will)Ah.. two-six mob, my linersAh.. mza (l.k.) ah.. gp wuAh.. barry, ah.. meth-ticalBoogie, ah.. k.c., yes.. uh..Meth-tical! haha(chris) two-twosAll right, all right, little mzaUh.. shaggy, shaggy, shaggy.. *fades*
