Deadly Venoms - Worldwide lyrics
[Deadly Venoms - Worldwide lyrics]
This is worldwide, taking it
And now to the east side, taking it
And now to the west side, straight rocking
Rocking, rocking and it ain't no stopping
All my bitches so vicious
Inticipating on they riches
We ain't digging no ditches
Or burning bridges, we just live it
Making major moves on a major label
Turn on your cable, all across the board
We steady stable
Keeping it hot, we running city to city
Getting pretty
And even making it with mics of pity
You know that
So many people tried to stop us in our tracks
But we ain't falling for that
We only dealing with facts
So come correct, you like fat checks
And know that we ain't new jacks
Just struggling bets
Nahmean, been on the scene since '86
So that bullshit you pulling on us
Is old tricks just to let you know
So you stop looking stupid
It ain't about how you rip the mic
It's how they looped it
We international, we crashing you
Bashing you worldwide, let' 'em know, Boo
Aiyo, chill let me rep that
And get it straight
The trash you be talking it
Can never hold the weight
Don't hesitate, just step aside, let it ride
We can battle til the death
And let our souls coincide
It's so many chicks out there
That like to clone without the backbone
Ya'll could never hold the throne
Cuz bitches love to study my style
When they alone and that's the one
Don't get caught up in the zone
So put down the dick
Pick up the pen and write
And you might get respect
At the end of the night
We on our second deal while
Ya chicks is unsigned hype
Five mics up in The Source
Cuz our album is tight
From North Carolina
To record labels saying dang I wanna sign her
Get that CD, rewind her
She the chick that made dudes
Wine and dine her
I think she roll deep, nah
I ain't trying her
She done had too many Heine's, never mind her
N Tyce done left with a dude
Somebody find her matter fact, Russ'
You need to roll behind her
First class, is the only way we flying, huh
You got little kids in
School straight admiring her
CD's selling out, these folks buying her
She so sneaky, you need to keep an eye on her
Matter fact, send Artie to go and spy on her
She ain't cheat on a man
They trying to wild her
Ya'll don't wanna go, uh
Line for line on her
Storm know she write quick, he even time her
Brendon Wine's baby girl, no denying her
Aiyo, I love this world
It's filled with hate still holding weight
Walk the crooked nine with a dog
Wait, can't knock my hustle
Can't stop my pain
Don't stop the struggle, it's never too late
Take it from the Champ, been there, done it
My friend but, you fucked up in the end
And you ain't gonna win
What you gonna do, you ain't even got a clue
What's my next move? Figure it out
I'm at school rap the train dudes
Boo-Boo got the real juice
Must be down on that loose
Love the dirty word
Love to see a nigga hurt, feed it
Cuz they be dreaming not to see 'em scheeming
He fucked the devil
It's hella block up on my level
And now to the east side, taking it
And now to the west side, straight rocking
Rocking, rocking and it ain't no stopping
All my bitches so vicious
Inticipating on they riches
We ain't digging no ditches
Or burning bridges, we just live it
Making major moves on a major label
Turn on your cable, all across the board
We steady stable
Keeping it hot, we running city to city
Getting pretty
And even making it with mics of pity
You know that
So many people tried to stop us in our tracks
But we ain't falling for that
We only dealing with facts
So come correct, you like fat checks
And know that we ain't new jacks
Just struggling bets
Nahmean, been on the scene since '86
So that bullshit you pulling on us
Is old tricks just to let you know
So you stop looking stupid
It ain't about how you rip the mic
It's how they looped it
We international, we crashing you
Bashing you worldwide, let' 'em know, Boo
Aiyo, chill let me rep that
And get it straight
The trash you be talking it
Can never hold the weight
Don't hesitate, just step aside, let it ride
We can battle til the death
And let our souls coincide
It's so many chicks out there
That like to clone without the backbone
Ya'll could never hold the throne
Cuz bitches love to study my style
When they alone and that's the one
Don't get caught up in the zone
So put down the dick
Pick up the pen and write
And you might get respect
At the end of the night
We on our second deal while
Ya chicks is unsigned hype
Five mics up in The Source
Cuz our album is tight
From North Carolina
To record labels saying dang I wanna sign her
Get that CD, rewind her
She the chick that made dudes
Wine and dine her
I think she roll deep, nah
I ain't trying her
She done had too many Heine's, never mind her
N Tyce done left with a dude
Somebody find her matter fact, Russ'
You need to roll behind her
First class, is the only way we flying, huh
You got little kids in
School straight admiring her
CD's selling out, these folks buying her
She so sneaky, you need to keep an eye on her
Matter fact, send Artie to go and spy on her
She ain't cheat on a man
They trying to wild her
Ya'll don't wanna go, uh
Line for line on her
Storm know she write quick, he even time her
Brendon Wine's baby girl, no denying her
Aiyo, I love this world
It's filled with hate still holding weight
Walk the crooked nine with a dog
Wait, can't knock my hustle
Can't stop my pain
Don't stop the struggle, it's never too late
Take it from the Champ, been there, done it
My friend but, you fucked up in the end
And you ain't gonna win
What you gonna do, you ain't even got a clue
What's my next move? Figure it out
I'm at school rap the train dudes
Boo-Boo got the real juice
Must be down on that loose
Love the dirty word
Love to see a nigga hurt, feed it
Cuz they be dreaming not to see 'em scheeming
He fucked the devil
It's hella block up on my level