King Just, Lethaface, Eyes Low, DC - Get It Started lyrics
[King Just, Lethaface, Eyes Low, DC - Get It Started lyrics]
We came to get it started
We came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless
We gonna rep regardless
You just gotta hear me out with this rhyme
How it raised in Sin City
Where you can get clapped for a dime
Running your mouth and snitching
Get you clapped with the iron
That just leads to more stress
More drama and crying
In my hood, everything is a crime
I know 8 year olds, with cell phones, crack
Vest and a nine
On they own, invested in time
Call Murda for work
Sha let you invest in the dime
I'm the bud in the Dolce Gabana, fitted hat
Eyeslow still puffing
While I'm gripping the llama
Yeah, these niggas don't want no drama
How I got heavy artillery and too much armor
Drug kids get smacked and run to your mama
Niggas don't want it, man
I'm quick with the llama
Mopping you, you so soft, fit for the drama
I'm the period, nigga, you the
Slash and the comma, yeah
That boy, be the type to handle my business
Making cowards roll over
Like cellular minutes
If it's a club, you can tell when we in it
In the back wit the mack and the twenty sack
Inhaling the spinach
DC's one hell of a nigga
Cuz you can catch me anytime
Anyplace, like a felony, nigga
Practice booth, I spit til I crack this booth
Crack a smile til I crack your tooth
That's the truth
Why I got DC here to carry the torch
Put your brains in the bag and
Let you carry your thoughts
And nah, I ain't your average sport
I went form bankrupt to bankroll
Four-five-sixes til the bank close
Chain block
Save the same musician in the same quote
Getting cheddar, ducking the same po's
In plain clothes
Tim Brown, little brown brother
Let the pound stutter
Rounds flooded you clowns
Utter the Don say I'm gutter
Speak when spoken too, I'm not you
Plus you can't do, what I can do
Lose you in thoughts
With all types of source
Park Hill, east barricks, holding the fort
Teach what is taught, and show support
KJ, here to save the day, I relit the torch
Hope the competition steps it up
Cash Rule, why you think in God we trust?
Build your house, while I build my community
I rock the emblem upside down
For the mutinity future of the industry
And you ain't got to feel me
Simile Himalayas, source like Eric B
Open sesame, you won't get the rest of me
The street be stressing me
To come out immediately
So I drop, make it hot on the spot
We gon' bump this shit
Whether you like it or not
This is the Killzone
My nine mil drills through domes
And then spins you similar
To 26 inch chromes, holmes
Your bones is made of foam
Your jaws made of glass
And your veins pump cherry
Kool-Aid, bitch nigga, you ass
Bitch tripping the glass table
The weight so enormous
Law enforcements study my picture
Perfect painted portrait's
Guns are gorgeous
My tongue sharper than a swordfish be
Crispy clear, til the airs, the fear factor
Ran rapper
Heart colder than the continent of Antarctica
Dominant when I blam the launcher
Son, I'm amped enough to conquer
A whole project block
Or more longer that'll dump off
In your hardest cops
Soon as I let the pump off
The target is marked
These pellets scattered in your heart
Means X marks the spot
I got bitches who suck dick like
It was National Sperm Day
You get murdered in broad day by
My ratchet through word play
We came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless
We gonna rep regardless
You just gotta hear me out with this rhyme
How it raised in Sin City
Where you can get clapped for a dime
Running your mouth and snitching
Get you clapped with the iron
That just leads to more stress
More drama and crying
In my hood, everything is a crime
I know 8 year olds, with cell phones, crack
Vest and a nine
On they own, invested in time
Call Murda for work
Sha let you invest in the dime
I'm the bud in the Dolce Gabana, fitted hat
Eyeslow still puffing
While I'm gripping the llama
Yeah, these niggas don't want no drama
How I got heavy artillery and too much armor
Drug kids get smacked and run to your mama
Niggas don't want it, man
I'm quick with the llama
Mopping you, you so soft, fit for the drama
I'm the period, nigga, you the
Slash and the comma, yeah
That boy, be the type to handle my business
Making cowards roll over
Like cellular minutes
If it's a club, you can tell when we in it
In the back wit the mack and the twenty sack
Inhaling the spinach
DC's one hell of a nigga
Cuz you can catch me anytime
Anyplace, like a felony, nigga
Practice booth, I spit til I crack this booth
Crack a smile til I crack your tooth
That's the truth
Why I got DC here to carry the torch
Put your brains in the bag and
Let you carry your thoughts
And nah, I ain't your average sport
I went form bankrupt to bankroll
Four-five-sixes til the bank close
Chain block
Save the same musician in the same quote
Getting cheddar, ducking the same po's
In plain clothes
Tim Brown, little brown brother
Let the pound stutter
Rounds flooded you clowns
Utter the Don say I'm gutter
Speak when spoken too, I'm not you
Plus you can't do, what I can do
Lose you in thoughts
With all types of source
Park Hill, east barricks, holding the fort
Teach what is taught, and show support
KJ, here to save the day, I relit the torch
Hope the competition steps it up
Cash Rule, why you think in God we trust?
Build your house, while I build my community
I rock the emblem upside down
For the mutinity future of the industry
And you ain't got to feel me
Simile Himalayas, source like Eric B
Open sesame, you won't get the rest of me
The street be stressing me
To come out immediately
So I drop, make it hot on the spot
We gon' bump this shit
Whether you like it or not
This is the Killzone
My nine mil drills through domes
And then spins you similar
To 26 inch chromes, holmes
Your bones is made of foam
Your jaws made of glass
And your veins pump cherry
Kool-Aid, bitch nigga, you ass
Bitch tripping the glass table
The weight so enormous
Law enforcements study my picture
Perfect painted portrait's
Guns are gorgeous
My tongue sharper than a swordfish be
Crispy clear, til the airs, the fear factor
Ran rapper
Heart colder than the continent of Antarctica
Dominant when I blam the launcher
Son, I'm amped enough to conquer
A whole project block
Or more longer that'll dump off
In your hardest cops
Soon as I let the pump off
The target is marked
These pellets scattered in your heart
Means X marks the spot
I got bitches who suck dick like
It was National Sperm Day
You get murdered in broad day by
My ratchet through word play