Lady Of Rage - Sho Shot Lyrics
Yikes! [Rage] Uh-huh, right back at cha Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage Still remain the undisputed Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro Puffs*) Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?) You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah) Concealed when I wreck So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?) to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh) I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh) I close my eyes and dig deep into myself Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's off the batboard smack another hit from the back door *chorus* It's that Sho Shot shit I release MC's from the West and the East get a mother*****in piece Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at (repeat 2X) Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar Untouched, the walls come crumbling down You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me I makes money like Spike Lee You either wanna be me or be just like me I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G *chorus* (repeat 2X) Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo) I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers *****footin be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics My crews be crushin, shitty MC's I be flushin down the commode as I explode ***** back and reload Right the beat until they say WHOA Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!" I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala Strictly bout this mother*****in MC cold killa, illa *chorus* (repeat 4X) It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? ("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now Ain't a damn thing changed I still remain, the ill, reputed And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now
