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Ask ya self
Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? Ask ya self if you ready for drama With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama You fucking with the best (First, ask ya self if you ready for Krumb Snatch) Then ask you self if you ready for Tef And if you ready for death, pull all the steps out I'ma make the glocks sound (Nigga we got it locked out) (Y'all niggas is popped out) We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti (All city) (And this here, what we call gritty) I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig out To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out By accident, we do some shit on the mic That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a hole In the speaker then pull the plug, we walking out Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? The hardcore Now ask ya self, do you can keep run faster Than this bullet can chamber? (Son, you in danger) We hit off heavy metal to settle to be frequently And that's all me (Nigga) Thinking you can talk sideways from the sound woofer No prove of action (My whole team laughing) And ask ya self, do you think we got the time For you tucking-truck rhymes? (Bitch, hell no) We put wigs on fire like Michael mean Pepsi (Cats blowing like a lesbie) Testing me and Tef is like me and you laugh And we'll announce a breath from holy you nnothing That's def Listen, nigga, we don't doubt you Simply we don't give a fuck about you Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin without you You fucking with real niggaz, feel niggaz Walking through the house and kill niggaz (Hardcore) Bitch, nigga Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for action? Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? Na, na, na, fuck that Don't hold me back Tef Na, na, lemme go, lemme go Fuck these niggaz Naw, they don't know, hold up dog Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went about it wrong Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a song I'm a let niggaz know, they got it confused You got gats and bats we get those too Semi's and macks cocked and aimed at you Bloodthirsty, star what the worst be No mercy, we god and bang hard with any squad or mobb Coming forty niggaz like a jail yard Blood on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the mouth You niggaz want a concrete rebel Pulling out busting like war in the jungle Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the tunnel Most humble, we send shots when we come through Get praised but still blaze in the battle The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money rhyming Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat Label most dangerous, police lay and watch me Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting We come through thumping, pulling out dumping Tangle with your best entourage We coming in yards to face off with any yards Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun Whistling throughout the air, just to mock one Blood for your socks son Is you ready for the hardcore The hardcore And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions I got strict orders to clap you |
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Blaze, niggas, let's behave, niggas
Tha onez in the club now dictate, niggas This is going out to my homies with Dr. Dre Why do you think that Sam is gay? Does he stare at your arse all day? Isn't that gonna be the 2nd month in a row in May? Blaze, niggas, let's behave, niggas Tha onez in the club now dictate, niggas So you think you can take my life? Think you can take my wife? Well, I'll like to see you try when I've got my knife I'll stab you in the back Run to your house, then give your mum a slap Don't fuck with me Otherwise 6 feet under is where you're gonna be |
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