Jon Murdock, Ricky Fitz - 30 Days lyrics

(Let's get some headphones)
If you wanna do something
Let's do something crazy
Y'all niggas gotta do something too
Do a skit or something, crazy
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Yeah it's that jail cat, meets bail cat
Meets mail cat r fitz, nigga, hahaha

My sound splash like a wave at the beach
You underneath beneath me, fuck around
Might lose your teeth
When I step into your sight, nigga
Don't even speak i should hear a pin drop
Way out in the street
Since age seven, Ray Charles, son
I can't even see
How half these niggas made it
In the game 'fore me
You weak, dog, I son you
Bend you over the knee
Ground your ass for life, son
I'm talking six feet deep
You talking 'bout cheese
But, you steady out in the street
Scrambling for every penny
Always ducking from D's
Plus your man told me that
You wasn't nice as me
Caught you banging Ground Zero in your SUV
Heard you over Dock's house
Always asking for beats
With no cheese, talking 'bout
On the strength, for free
While I'm in the studio
Dropping a masterpiece
You on the block getting knocked
Rocking county greens and when you leave
Your girl start asking for me
R fitz, but you know she call me Godyssey
Neck vicious
Plus she said you wasn't hard as me
My iron rod hit her off with ease
Know what I mean?
The MC, it's Ricky Fitz, ripping a track
DJs mad, say I'm always melting the wax
Like rip at the vinyl, son
Catch me rocking a mask
You got a choice: give up your stash
Your brains on the dash
Hold that, and I ain't talking 'bout casts
I'm talking HTs
Son, a BP vest won't save yo' ass
Call me mad, got a beautiful mind
Who the fuck gassed you up? Made you
Think that you could fuck with Jon
Murdock, LS Outlaw and Arsonist?
So you slumped in the bar
Drinking Arbor Mist face swole, eyes shut
Probably scaring your kids
'Fraid to go home and face
Your wiz, you's a bitch, nigga

Yeah, it's R fitz, nigga you know how we do
Foundation, yeah
Fuck y'all niggas, bitch ass niggas
Fuck off, you know it's real
It's the Arsonist, nigga, Foundation
Coming soon, motherfucker
But first, Jon, fucking murder these niggas
What, yo murdock, get 'em, come on

Mr murdoch, yes mr murdoch, yes
Mr murdoch, yes where is he?

It's Foundation, y'all
I don't think these cats
Know what they facin', y'all
Catch the right hook to your face, you fall
Spit teeth on the concrete
No way you crawl, face'll break your fall
'Cause now in '04, it ain't safe for y'all
When I piledrive the mic line
And display the raw
Jon Murdock, motherfucker
What you take me for?
I ain't fake at all, it ain't safe because
My mic cannon's the status, the Gatlings
I blaze a 50 caliber
Package to gallop you backwards
And silence you actors
Display violent reactions
Black talons to fracture
Both your femur bones
Both to balance the factor
I'll bounce in the Acura
To cypher my vernacular
My whole squad acting up, get tackled
Now your staff is shook paranoia and shaky
There's nothing for you to face me
I leave you unconscious, head split
They noddin' lately
Like they popped a 80 of Oxy
I make it a hobby
To pop shots at your body and
Leave holes once you spot me
Suicidal like kamikazes from Nagasaki
Biting, they real like neo Nazis
Ain't hard to follow me
Wild once you stop the beat
No one's ever stopping me
I pop the heat to stop the beef
Impossibly I'll rob your team
With weight of a freight train
Thrust of a Harrier trust in my words
I'll bust through your barrier

Motherfucker, Jon Murdock
2004, Foundation, what
(Let's get some headphones)
If you wanna do something
Let's do something crazy
Y'all niggas gotta do something too
Do a skit or something, crazy
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Or you just wanna rap?
(I use the broken ones?)
Yeah it's that jail cat, meets bail cat
Meets mail cat