Screwball - Y2k Lyrics
When the smoke clearsYou know who gon be thereWhen the smoke clear yoThats all we got to tell yall right nowYall know who gon be standing there rightSee its our destiny to count gs an a semi-squeezeShoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freezeSo ima store water, guns, can foods and keep orderWe spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughterThe struggle savoir, got my temple on the borderLine, ready to corner you off and get ? ? ? , said itScrewball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (yo)You dealin with some loose cannons (yo) ready to dead shitI heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernovas (uh huh)Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ? bolos? (yeah)Prediction told us turn into rollers, dont let the street control us (whatHappened)cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holdersI send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-velsAnd move through cells we rule this hell (screwball)Make it picture pefect ***** it back and lay it outBomb the white house run up in the pentagon and spray it outChorus:Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy)Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*)Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is y2k (y2kayyy)Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*buck buck buck buck*)How many times sour limes and coronasPowerful crimes in america, corna to cornaWhatchoo wanna do, cops huntin youAimin for the kill, layin stillPermanent forever chill in heavens fieldSpreadin doin deals, more electric than eelsRespectin the reals, countin whatchoo build? prepare was heal? journey, with hard timesExamine it, playas have money at randomSittin pretty, sayin come and get me(first line overlaps last line)Standin infront of the gates of hellSmackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggasSold crack, plus Im a rappin niggaI got rhymes for days, I got gats that blazeReady for mother*****ing warSee this is whatchall wanted, you know it got to be me (screw b)Everybody talkin bout they whips with the tvI need some of this mother*****ing rap moneyIm sick of this mother*****in funny crack money***** all yall ***** ass niggas, yall dont worry meScrew b, qb, from here to eternity (to eternity)Chorus
