Natas - Football Lyrics
(Mastamind)Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya gunsI'm the one callin' plays, hush your tonguesMust you come to us to put you down thunderous3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of usComin' like some out the jungle mother*****ersSome niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutterWhat you livin' for? You ready to ride to the end of the roadAnd get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to goHere's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempoNow can you smoke on this while takin' it in slowI'll rot you with the proper procedureRunnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiverTryin' to come up on 7, figures that isThe harder you put your shit down the bigger it isThis has been a demonstration for NatasStanding like a monument until the nation proper celebrationWe gonna toast to we the championsFor now every *****in' murder rider needs an anthem(CHORUS)Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'"Oh my God"(Esham)I'ma hike it, whether you like it or notDon't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclotThe blazin' hot, knockin' out your spotForget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the *****in' rockI wanna rumble, mother*****er I ain't mumbleAnd I never fumble in the jungle with the bundleTouchdown in your zone, this you can't believeConnection, interception, I wide receiveMy style blitz your whole play when I slideOffsides, soft hides, make for more murder ridesRunnin' deprieving make for dead presidentsNever hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicineStraight tackling the ones that won't better senDetroit, Michigan's best defensemen(CHROUS)(TNT)4th down and 10 to goI throw the bomb, yoTNT's in the gameAll niggaz know my nameN-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clockStoppin' no rest needed, I stay weededSituations heededI throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who opposeNiggaz try to read me get they book closedIn the story niggaz get killed on the battlefieldTalkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will(Mastamind)Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to thatPerhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your lapsAbout the punter heard out, put ya through a work outNatas the first stop you take, put the red alert outDo anything to put the word out, make you the sacrificeThe game is getting stormed at night'Cause God gonna get black tonight(CHORUS)
