Screwball - First Blood Lyrics
[poet]What?ScrewballFirst bloodWhen I die bury meHang my balls from a cherry tree...Aiyyo, ***** everybody and everythingIm puttin my balls on the table while you swingin ya ding-a-lingIm here to take back whats mines, I sold dimesOn the block ? evading? the cops, opened outta town spotsMeanwhile, otha niggas slipped in through the back doorNow them niggas swear that they raps rawIm not feelin em, my rap style killin emFrom the eighties to the milleniumAsk about poet, niggas say yeah, I remember himBlack hoody, army pants, stay wearin timberlandQb ot, regulate thoroughlyThe only one who represented heavenlyHad a whole borough ready to bury meYeah, you remember that, if you dont you was on similac[kyron]Now you trapped up in a cipher with wild wolves that need to eatI chew ya dogs up and spit out they white meat, sonIm having visions of ya ending and its not sweetIts gettin crucial, dead you and the niggas that produce youYeah its conflict with the screwConfined in the industry, but now Im speacking to a fewIndividuals, now you fell Im talking to youGo ahead, press the issue, Im qb officialScrewball authorized spit anotha one to prove its organizedCheck the archives, we copped piesGot true street ties, ninety nine wise guysFeel for the state, hit em right between the eyes, what?Chorus: poetNow its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugsDirt thugs, screwball the worst thugsFirst blood thirsty, what, coming to do yallBlew yall back to the wall, and gave it to yallNow its first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugsDirt thugs, screwball the worst thugsFirst blood thirsty, what, coming to do yallBlew yall back to the wall, and gave it to yall[kl]Yo, hey yo, yoI told you dont ***** with me I got jediMind control with two nines with red eyeAiming atcha ? chedda?Gettin off the bourbon rockin the turbinSwervin ? ? ? eating cats in slow-moLike higher learning, feel a burningWorld turnin indeedSo one day they gonna have to hand it to mecuz Im a legacyFlesh and bone chewin, livinWhen a nigga take my kindness for weakness aside givin[hostyle]Hey yo, yoYo screw, we got some drama to attend toWatch me bend you to a pretzel (man, saayyzzz who? )Hostyle bout bless you, anger I ventilateWith a banger I penetrate deep in your flesh meatIm foul with this, street analysisNeed to politic every twenty fourMore money, money moOne mans poison is anotha mans sweetnessStriking at ya weakness, knowin all your secretsChorus
