Erick Sermon, Icarus, Sy Scott, Red Cafe - S.O.D. lyrics
[Erick Sermon, Icarus, Sy Scott, Red Cafe - S.O.D. lyrics]
Yo, I'm a tic tac-toe
Tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me
We all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against
My head, just, click, click, clickin' it
Recheck the barrel and start respinnin' it
We I start, medics
Start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous
Stingers filled with opium stay grippin' 'em
I got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter seven continents
And ten peninsulas
Envision the vengefulness
Visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin? You soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls they will
Kill when I say sick'em
Restrain me, restrict me
I'm arresting, resisting
I'm a rest when resisting
Can't be apprehended nigga
If you got a problem with E
And you got a problem, come and holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole Squad siding with me
Let the gatty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack niggas with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate
I don't battle fake niggas
I'm heavyweight nigga
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Ic' hold the sorcerer's stone
Like Harry Potter
And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda
I swear to God I'll come
Find where you hidin'
Have my hyenas, firing ninas from Beamers
And leave the area shot up
You hearing me patna?
I'm a fucking five star general
To drive cars into you ic' dodge interviews
One flip of the mac, take all ten of you
This message intended to
Who's ever offended duke yeah you my nigga
But you could still get it too
So don't test me
I don't wanna do this shit to you
Live from the NY state
And I gots one question
Guess what's in my waist?
Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch
I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn
And this motherfuckin' dutch taking
Long to burn i'm impatient
This is a song you learn
Make money, take money
And I'm hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder
You niggas and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York
I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out XO
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro
It's RC nothing phony about me
With E double the OG you know me
Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so
Called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody riper man
I'm not MJ i'm a lover and a fighter
That's why I'm in DC now
Looking for the sniper i came in the game
With hoodies and timberlands
Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting
To kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib
I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die you punk now
And you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dawg, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty
Tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me
We all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against
My head, just, click, click, clickin' it
Recheck the barrel and start respinnin' it
We I start, medics
Start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous
Stingers filled with opium stay grippin' 'em
I got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter seven continents
And ten peninsulas
Envision the vengefulness
Visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin? You soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls they will
Kill when I say sick'em
Restrain me, restrict me
I'm arresting, resisting
I'm a rest when resisting
Can't be apprehended nigga
If you got a problem with E
And you got a problem, come and holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole Squad siding with me
Let the gatty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack niggas with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate
I don't battle fake niggas
I'm heavyweight nigga
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Ic' hold the sorcerer's stone
Like Harry Potter
And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda
I swear to God I'll come
Find where you hidin'
Have my hyenas, firing ninas from Beamers
And leave the area shot up
You hearing me patna?
I'm a fucking five star general
To drive cars into you ic' dodge interviews
One flip of the mac, take all ten of you
This message intended to
Who's ever offended duke yeah you my nigga
But you could still get it too
So don't test me
I don't wanna do this shit to you
Live from the NY state
And I gots one question
Guess what's in my waist?
Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch
I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn
And this motherfuckin' dutch taking
Long to burn i'm impatient
This is a song you learn
Make money, take money
And I'm hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder
You niggas and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York
I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out XO
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro
It's RC nothing phony about me
With E double the OG you know me
Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so
Called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody riper man
I'm not MJ i'm a lover and a fighter
That's why I'm in DC now
Looking for the sniper i came in the game
With hoodies and timberlands
Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting
To kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib
I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die you punk now
And you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dawg, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty