Cormega, Tragedy Khadafi, Large Professor - Focused Up lyrics

Classic new York City Borough of Queens sh
Cormega tragedy Khadafi
Large Professor and this one here is named
Focused up twist a cap and roll it up

(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes

I’m independent, yet I hold major weight
And I go in like Denzel on Training Day
That’s how I play the game
Kobe with the fadeaway black mamba
The Lama will blow your whole face away
Thirsty ass niggas need Hatorade
Sitting on the bench is for bums


Watch a player play
I overcame drama like Mary J
Struggled with each tear
I won’t make the same mistakes
I been gone a while, no more takin' breaks
My name on the highest scale
I hold crazy weight
This is food for thought on your mental plate
Nothing in life is free, so I make 'em pay
No credit, Large Pro, Trag', and 'Mega
Bars so poetic, y’all won’t forget 'em
If rhyme is a crime, my mic’s my co-defendant
Thus, I stand tall and
Won’t fall under pressure

(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes
(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes

Yo, I’m ill
High sciences, lines is holy grail
Touchin' every hood nigga like a direct sale
All hail Allah, this mic lord
Militant G shit
I spill my life upon the mic cord
Exotic street shit
Bicoastal when I flow though
Khadafi ride harder than that
Ralph Lauren logo impeccable live soloist
Lift the dead out of they grave
Black market billionaire, self made
Boss status, we the origins to the zone
Yeah me, 'Mega, and P
The real Watchin' The Throne
Yo my MOs was armed robberies
Since a juvenile, I switched lanes
Still the streets’ll always be a part of me
Part of me
Back to the aura that flow retardedly
Swagger off the chain
The streets in my arteries
Queens, style so aces
And I do this for Arabic scarfaces
Conspiracy murder cases

(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes
(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes

Hundred percent
I come gunning through the vent
While they slumber, the wake-up call
Rounds’ll thunder
Right under, they nostrils
Put patients in hospitals
We the heat, they as frigid as popsicles
Leap over obstacles in a single bound
With Batman captions like "Bang, Boom, Pow"
Blank top rank, yeah, breaking news file
Tall smorgasbord
Stroll through on a horse-drawn
Carriage, a hip-hop Blake Carrington
Dynasty consists of the finest MC
With no finder’s fee
My mystique shall remain mystic
Fake world misfit, bake mountains of Bisquick
On mics, lights, yeah, you know the rest
'Mega philosophy, Trag' is the heart
Large Pro the best
And we throw the vest over the
Hip hop careers through the years
And are we still focused yet?

(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes
(We focused up)
With our eyes on the package kid
(We fuck with drugs)
With them knives and them ratchets yeah
(We open it up)
Right behind 'bout to smash it in
(You know what’s up)
With them guys with the platinum Benzes