Originoo Gunn Clapazz - You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow Lyrics
[lil knock]Come and say laugh time is comin loveAnd give 'em oneWhat? dickin in the bed fiendSay ow, licka famMy style don't leave one and galHere come black stal'What? them never know meSo strong, galNow, i just wan' get rid of actionMe not gon' rhyme, ya use protectionSoften up ya lips for thisWe come fonder, we come sounder[m.s.]When i do my thing, i move the crowd like auraM to the period s, it spells horrorMakin others in my space take deep swallowsSorta like a barber, step in my parlorGotta stick wit the nicest, so i light thisLight that bulb in my head, just off excitementThat trifeness i don't deal with, because it stress meYou wouldn't know how to act, if you wasn't s, gAll my m.f.c., we mad thoroughFor years to come, our shit will bump through your boroughAnd stay, while pay, the stack like couchIf you don't know by now, you never figure it out[top dog big kahuna]Aiyo, once my niggas start feelin vibe, they pull out they ninesDo think it's body bulletproof, i'mma show you his spineGet loose one time, hop back the 4-5Whoever think they clappin, can't happen, handle your b.i.Cuz once i call my m.f.c., they wild outIf you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake outYou don't got it allTo many m.c.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls[doc holiday]Chew on thisAnd if tomorrow never comes, ***** it, i'm wit my sonsBlazin buns in the back room, with d.o., cal and onesGot my mic check by cleo, c.o. ***** from riker'sMet her on the av., tight hold the top wit bikerShort, ***** fat, first place, i chase the catThat brakes his arm, word is bond, d-o-c is holdin heatWit the force, no doubt, to knock your ass off your feetThe choice is yours, hospital or the morgue[chorus 4x: lil knock]You're not sure to see tomorrowYou're not sure to see tomorrow, whoa-ho[louieville sluggah]This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garmentIf there is a problem, i'mma see you into promiseTruly yours, 'ville slugGot your shorty, pissy off the henny, then she drop the drawersG.c.'d all day, even by my lonely, all waysReppin full stretch for the pay[starang wondah]I take off my coat, pass sean price the l*****es on the side, sayin "starang nice as hell"We shit on these rappers, they in hell, twice the smellMy niggas in jail, forever screamin life is hellI might as well pick up the cell, call my ***** rakelWho used to be my shorty, hop friend, now it's hard to tell[louieville sluggah]They say we *****-eyed, eye of the tiger, just like rockyCan't help it, when we ride shit like a jockeyNon stoppin, hit the stage, rockin and shockinIn stealth shit, for them ***** niggas not likin[starang wondah]Aiyo this is the boot camp show, i'm your hostI love french toast and *****es that's high postMy m.f.c. back niggas down that try and get too closeMe and henny gettin high on flights coast to coast[louieville sluggah]And once we touch ground, shit, that better be on flowGrand tour, had better be ready to roll[illa noyz]Ready to roll, whether rhyme time or hold strollSlay mongol, here to let you know tomorrow's not showI blow, sure to bogust, that thing ain't so toughLike any 4x4 on doughnuts, you better hold upShow guts, i'mma spill 'em, hot letta drill 'emLyrics evolve around your dome, like chuck you chillinI'mma slave to the rhythm, they know how i hit 'emNoyz is the undersea, circumstance niggas become victimsThey know i'm gon fix them, up with the methI'm fed, i mean, i'm dope like heroin on the sceneYou should come clean, rhymer says you get hit with somethingI'm headhunting, like football players when they crunchinAll that for frontin, you should learn to listenShowin ya acts, your dead like apollo in exhibition
