Deadly Venoms - Real Hardcore lyrics
[Deadly Venoms - Real Hardcore lyrics]
Rocks the World, DV's, what, yeah, niggas
For all my hardcore niggas
Bust a slug thug niggas
Yo know the deal pa, yo, yo, aiyo
I'm shittin on the whole world
You know the name
DV's to the death, never playin' no games
So fuck the fame, we can spit darts or fight
Light a candle
Let it burn to the end of the night
Who keeps it tight
Fuck what you heard is real
Pretty, Pretty Thug style now
Y'all know the deal
Tag team on 'em, straight bubblin' out
Run up in your crib, 4, 5th thuggin' them out
Nigga what, y'all still wanna ride wit this
Heart stopper
Bomb dropper real survival chick
Rock wit my click or I can rock it alone
Shine like a Tahoe, baby, sittin' on chrome
Relax your dome, so I can spit that shit
Rip that shit, never gonna quit that shit
Cuz I'm the shit, so put it in perspective
You double crossing me? It's
About to get hectic
Its that real hardcore
(you can't fuck wit that)
That QB thug shit (you can't fuck wit that)
That head banger live shit
(can't fuck wit that) what, what, what, what
(can you can you really really fuck wit that)
Yo, I told y'all once before, it ain't a game
I'm comin' through blasting, remember my name
J to the B, double O for sure
Back slappin' wack bitches down to the floor
So gimme that, you don't deserve to rap
You couldn't even shine if you had
The sun on your back
Now tell me, what type of shit is that
Wit your corny ass rhymes and
Your wack ass tracks
See me, I'm laced by Rocks the World
And lyrically
I'm tighter than those Shirley Timple girls
If you wanna battle? Come and
Step in my arena
I'll beat that ass, like Ike did to Tina
I'm a little meaner, when it come to this
Mad chicks is on the mics
That ain't sayin' shit
And I could call names
But I'mma chill with that
And just burn these bars on
This phat ass track
You can take the illest chicks and
Put 'em up against my team
And watch the jump off at
How we regulate the scene
That's how we pop, from NY to Little Rock
Down to North Ca'kilaki
It's the real hip hop and it don't stop
We keeps it raw and underground
You know what's goin' down when
You hear the snake sound
You back stabbers, but I'mma stab back
I murder chicks who tried to
Gain fame on tracks
Now hold that, what kinda moves you make
Ya'll chicks are dogs
Eatin scraps off a fuckin plate
Don't player hate, cuz I'm sick wit mine
5'10, Pretty Thug and I'm thick wit mine
Should I continue? Sweet talker and
I'm slick wit mine you'se a slow learner
While I stay quick wit mine
You know the time
Keep y'all chicks shittin' in ya drawers
I'm like a politician baby
Change all the laws
(yeah, yeah) What (what)
You can't fuck with that
(You can't fuck with that) you
Can't fuck with that
(You can't fuck with that) Peace!
For all my hardcore niggas
Bust a slug thug niggas
Yo know the deal pa, yo, yo, aiyo
I'm shittin on the whole world
You know the name
DV's to the death, never playin' no games
So fuck the fame, we can spit darts or fight
Light a candle
Let it burn to the end of the night
Who keeps it tight
Fuck what you heard is real
Pretty, Pretty Thug style now
Y'all know the deal
Tag team on 'em, straight bubblin' out
Run up in your crib, 4, 5th thuggin' them out
Nigga what, y'all still wanna ride wit this
Heart stopper
Bomb dropper real survival chick
Rock wit my click or I can rock it alone
Shine like a Tahoe, baby, sittin' on chrome
Relax your dome, so I can spit that shit
Rip that shit, never gonna quit that shit
Cuz I'm the shit, so put it in perspective
You double crossing me? It's
About to get hectic
Its that real hardcore
(you can't fuck wit that)
That QB thug shit (you can't fuck wit that)
That head banger live shit
(can't fuck wit that) what, what, what, what
(can you can you really really fuck wit that)
Yo, I told y'all once before, it ain't a game
I'm comin' through blasting, remember my name
J to the B, double O for sure
Back slappin' wack bitches down to the floor
So gimme that, you don't deserve to rap
You couldn't even shine if you had
The sun on your back
Now tell me, what type of shit is that
Wit your corny ass rhymes and
Your wack ass tracks
See me, I'm laced by Rocks the World
And lyrically
I'm tighter than those Shirley Timple girls
If you wanna battle? Come and
Step in my arena
I'll beat that ass, like Ike did to Tina
I'm a little meaner, when it come to this
Mad chicks is on the mics
That ain't sayin' shit
And I could call names
But I'mma chill with that
And just burn these bars on
This phat ass track
You can take the illest chicks and
Put 'em up against my team
And watch the jump off at
How we regulate the scene
That's how we pop, from NY to Little Rock
Down to North Ca'kilaki
It's the real hip hop and it don't stop
We keeps it raw and underground
You know what's goin' down when
You hear the snake sound
You back stabbers, but I'mma stab back
I murder chicks who tried to
Gain fame on tracks
Now hold that, what kinda moves you make
Ya'll chicks are dogs
Eatin scraps off a fuckin plate
Don't player hate, cuz I'm sick wit mine
5'10, Pretty Thug and I'm thick wit mine
Should I continue? Sweet talker and
I'm slick wit mine you'se a slow learner
While I stay quick wit mine
You know the time
Keep y'all chicks shittin' in ya drawers
I'm like a politician baby
Change all the laws
(yeah, yeah) What (what)
You can't fuck with that
(You can't fuck with that) you
Can't fuck with that
(You can't fuck with that) Peace!