Rottin Razkals - Lik A Shot Lyrics
[supreme c]Lick off a shot, I like drama hotA strain on my brain make me kill your blood clotSo when you treat, make sure you got a shieldCos on the real-to-real I make your body stand stillWatch your back, I get dim like the nightIn and out of sight to hit that ass up rightStraight from the jungle where I call the zooA major breakthrough, jersey comin throughA straight line I walk, from ill town to newarkBack and forth to pack stacks and vaultsTroopin (troopin) just like the soldierEven if yer stiff like a boulderYoull still get run overRaise the stakes, all the winner takesLyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakesI puff lyes, doing double i, till I dieAn everybody get high[headache]Ill to cruddy clickWill leave you flattened its so simplePlayin little fags out like a game of nintendoNobody can see this b.g., thats hard to deal withPunks knuckle up and they better.........[road dawgs]Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth?This tracks makes me wanna grab my gatAnd lick off a shot through the roofIm straight blasted, everybodys askinCan it be the 63 g runnin rampantBangin in your ear drumWhen Ive finished niggasll know whats here fromThem other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one[headache]Im quick enough to hit em high with the double iIm lettin you know right now Im not to try to dieLoad up the clip for clicks who wanna start beefTo be raised in the hood, youve gotta have heart, chiefHeadache is the nameCatchin wreck is the gameWhen Im battle mcs I go tear em out the picture frame[road dawgs]Who wanna try to ? ? ? ? big booty, niggas, whats happenin?From ? ? ? ? to 1-18 dionna warwick cant keep us gangstas from rappinThis is the road dawgsRollin wid the double I crew, we got it lockedFrom the westside of inglewood to bangkokI drop slang, let my nutz hangBustas cant handle us, from here to los angelesNiggas hoo-bang[black of zoo crew]Yo, this black, Im representin the mother*****in zoo crewI got my man sup c in the mother*****in houseI got my man headache in the mother*****in houseI got dueja, I got my mother*****in peopleThe road dawgs, rottin razkals, and the cruddy clickAnd yo, my man k-boogie on this trackAnd now we gonna do it like thisIf you pussies cant give us our propsDont come to jersey and do no shows thinkin that theyre sold out, niggaChorus-x2Its like that yall, and we dont stopIts like that yall, lick of a mother*****in shot[dueja]Left to right, right to left I fight to deathMentally mad, Im insane, but Im the bestCos I flip shit, get niggas liftedAnd then I creep to the naughty play groundWay down in jungle deepTo smell the indo comin from the stepsAs I walk down the block, niggaz throwin up the setDouble i, for life, if you slip, youre get dealt with quickMy brotha gutter shakled up behind the steel strips[cruddy click]Cruddy quality is heavy dutyYou never knew me, pull no stu-dyTo hide the 30 to life, my ? ? ? roll on niggas who try and do meI send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like ? ? ? ?Not even a scout can find your whereaboutsYou mother*****ers can lobby together, that makes it betterFor the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasionAnd I must seriously doubt if you can find a passage outYou ego maniac, ? ? ? ? get blowed outWhen I showed outIll towns how I stand for mindGet props to alpine, rip rhymesDesigned with cruddy types of obstaclesIts not impossibleYour niggaz is unstoppable[diesel - rottin razkals]Hold your horsesThe lyrical force is about to toss thisStandin in the column with no draws or losses[fam - rottin razkals]I come to make a messAnd put a disorder on anything in orderSorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta[diesel]Prepare for the worstOnce my verse hits the earthCompetitions in fear, I could make a star burst[fam]Wish it werent troubleWe get it on the double (I)Necks get ripped in a rumbleYou stumble, fumble, then crumbleNigga[diesel]Frustration influencin my attitude and moodNot in the mood to hear itSo kid, dont step near it[fam]We aint gotta prove naythinZip up your lip, cool with the basinRecognize and realizeOpen your eyes, look who youre facinIve been beat upThrown all arounBurns on my faceSlammed on the ground[diesel]The microphone is takenYou must have been mistakenIf your thought I was fakinSwinger, aint perpertratin[fam]So if you wanna be downJust step up, step upAnd if your pockets are too heavyYou can give it up, yeah[diesel]Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livinCross the I once and it aint no forgivin (forgivin)
