Lil' Cease - Future Sport Lyrics
[lil' cease]Let the mony out (yo, yo)Let the mony out (yo, yo)*monkey noises*[redman]Yo, yo, this funk docStraight up, nigga, lay downNo time to play now (uh ha)Brace be around your hip from the waist downKeep it calm and don't reactCognac be the zodiacLo, we back, *****, so these cats won't relaxYou see the face through the open mask, bodyOpen gash, hoes throw me cashWe gon blow, front row, do tashI'm a what you call a dog *dog barking******ing girls that do hair in mini-mallsLunatic when doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha)Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha)*****y mass, i put the axe in the doorMassacre, seminars off branson jarsI'll strip your hoe, strip your benzEven strip that black line on your master cardCard, card, card[joe hooker- chorus]You're 'fraid to say what you meanYou're just too scared to say what you feelYou're afraid of usYou're afraid of us[mr. bristal]Bk niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha)Been a long time coming, niggas better start runningDo more than top-gunningDumming like a fifty-dollar sumAnd y'all cowards don't mean nothing (uh huh)Kept it real with this rap shit while you try to go popI got the maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha)If i want, nigga, i could come and take your blockSo call them, the first one to call the copsLike a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let's seeI don't wanna test, b, niggas don't impress meWho got you gassed like ghetty, funny like eddie? (uh huh)Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a macheteDone, i die tech when it's indirect (c'mon)The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon)We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh)Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!)Wha[chorus][lil' cease]Yo, yo, ha ha, yoIt's the phenomenonal cease, kill more than cancerSerious, real thug, no dancer (what)More cheese than cameras, ***** them hammers (uh)My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like montanaI'm killer than these cats could imagine when i'm rapping (oww)I make it happen when i'm relaxingWho want action? i'ma give you whatcha bargain forIt's not friction, it's like fictionPuttin' these cats outta commissionFlows that's devastatin', i'm dissin', so listenIf it's hot, then get the ***** out the kitchenWe all-city, we all-prettyNiggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha)Keep it real, ***** how niggas feel (feel)Cuz this direct shit gonna get niggas killedNiggas sayin' cease can't write, cease can't rob (yo)Little do they know, i'm ahead of my timeFuture rhymes, what[chorus to end][lil' cease]Yo, c'monYo, yo, say whatHa ha, yoYou afraidYou afraidMother*****ersYeah, yoUh huh, uh huh, huhFuture sport mother*****ersBuck buck buck buckHuh, ahhhh!Uh huh, c'monUh huh, huhHa ha, ha
