Can I Get Some — текст песни (King Just)

[Intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, Black Fist we gon` do?

[Chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain`t larger
Time to get paid, you`re in the alarm
Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm
I`m about to lay, hey, can I get some?

[King Just]
Yo, come get a fuckin taste of reality
Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
Or like Atari, I`m gnarly just like a Harley
Davidson, I take on the bravest one
And turn into that bitch ass nigga he was
Cuz, ain`t no fakin and no playin
And every word that I say, is every word that I`m slayin
Oh God, why do they think I`m broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is I`m wit the Mob
From the Six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But I must be schemin on my life to make hits
Black Fist on the rise, oh now you`re surprised
Ya niggas don`t exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But I`mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat
Fuckin wit Just, that`s like swimmin in Shit`s Creak
Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia
Skills is ill, real faster than a cheetah
In a jungle, and I`mma watch ya empire crumble
If rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble

[Chorus]

[King Just]
Back up, back up, yes Zoo`s in town
Wit the new twist and a brand new sound
What you want? Ya niggas ain`t ready for war
Cuz it take ten more, before I get raw
Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
Nonstop, settin up shop on your block
Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
Mob tactics, bustin shots, there`s a freeze on the pop
What blood clot? Means no money, no honey
And that`s what make us better than you dummies
Sayin all types of shit like Shaolin wouldn`t last
But just like an automobile you been gassed
Passed, just like the rest, you wanna come for test
My brain`s half rhyme, the other half cess
I`ve been blessed wit the success
What did you except? Look at the way I catch wet
From the projects, and I`mma live here
Til I die, gettin high, Shaolin Soldiers take over in `95
And I`mma make sure all my shit is raw
For ya niggas who front, spell it backwards, war

[Chorus]

[King Just]
Hey good lookin, what you got cookin
Pack your nerve quick, I have this in the street shookin
The fucked up, niggas better duck
Somebody call a bomb squad, cuz I`m about to blow up
Boom, there goes the building
The bomb makes a killa stackin loot to the ceiling
Who dwellin and dealin, maybe I got the fuckin feelin
That I`mma make platinum, I gots to see the million
I`m destined to buck fuckin wild just like a Western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain`t no second guessin, I`m back, where`s ya heart at?
Shaolin`s on the map, Zoo niggas attack
The track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minute
And as long as I`m in it, boy, I`mma finish
A M.C. off, they got lost and tossed by the source
Cuz I pay the cost to be the boss
You get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled Banner
Slammin shit more harder than fuckin Thor`s hammer
The ill manner, wit ill grammar
When I get mad, I turn the opposite of fuckin David Bammer
The incredible, unedible, turn backwards
Terrible, cock a phony rappers offa pedestal

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Yeah, how we on that Shaolin Soldier shit
King Just, the Mystics of the God
Sex, Money, and Cess and the Blas`e Blah

[Chorus]



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