[Verse 1 Tak] Yo, swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear You cant fathom asthma, dash for air Spittin on the baby bib in the plastic chair Whats up stupid? Shoot this 151 in the shot glass Hot flash Bangin on the drum, huh We cause havoc down in Las Vegas Paper trails racing, Pelican briefcases We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got flame, but now we heat blazers [Verse 2 Ryu] I let em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber Thumbs up, another banger Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck Its like gettin with a dumptruck Brains and guts Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat em up Okay, Ill let a suckas fly once Face down, found him in his Capn Crunch [Verse 3 Tak] Uh, malpractice a bangoff jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh Dont stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon Whats up partna, I got ya what, what Hope that rahrah crack the piata Slap, box, mouth of backwash Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig? [Verse 4 Ryu] Set the pace like a mustang, mashin Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash Dropped on a bloodstained mattress Stop, you aint got access, watch Imma change my accent, Ryu and Tak You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock And lay flat on the ground, dont make a peep If you want the stains out now, get the bleach [Hook] Guess whos got the rubber gloves and the bleach? Guess whos rockin every club, thats me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets Keeping it knockin, Jay drop that beat Guess who got the group name on top? S.o.B. got the rap thing locked Who want what, when, why, and what not Who got next up, Ryu and Tak [Verse 5 Tak] Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click Bloody brains on the sand was like Miracle Whip While the blood keeps gushin, relish and pink mustard, huh Imma slam till I tear it to bits Till the bell for the recess rang On the defense game You feeling grilled like P.F. Changs Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch And burn crews for their views thatll rock with force Sayin, dont stop the sureshot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon Whats up yall, we dont stall Come one, come all till we drop the ball like [Hook]
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