Vinnie Paz, Percee P, Guilty Simpson - Watch Your Step lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Percee P, Guilty Simpson - Watch Your Step lyrics]
My guns are bigger than a baby's arm
With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam
The bullets stay inside your brain
Like it's your favorite song
I don't give a fuck who they hitting
They can graze your mom
I load the motherfucking clip in
They like baby bombs
I see it as something beautiful
When the metal fly
Around the way call me Lucifer
A hell of a guy
I'm a motherfucking veteran I'm
Telling you why
Beat his head until there's red in
Them I'm letting 'em die
City of brotherly thugs
The home of filthy living
You ain't fucking around
With Vinnie, Percee, and Guilty Simpson
Unless you wanna be the target that
We dump the clip in
I do the shit during the day
I like the gun to glisten
You a backwards motherfucker you run prison
You think that being locked with males
In jail's a fun position
You should kill yourself rapper and
Be stuck in the earth
To be honest ain't no rapper
That can fuck with you, perc
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
Fast or slow pace my flow lace
Tracks this cat'll throw bass
And don't waste steps and go
Chase broads to no place
Master streets, impress the freaks
Pimps dressed for weeks
Hoes left to me I guess to
Cheat and test the sheets
Ripping shows from here to Britain
Yo I'm hitting hoes
Skipping those women that sniffin' blow
And not getting dough
First degree murder rhymes disturbing
Mind like urban lies
And quote words only science to Percee P
Amateurs know they can't stand with the pro
My Bronx-Angeles flow cause
Damages most scandalous
Foes better handle it yo
I'm getting that food that
Are steady ripping blacks spitting raps
Hitting cats for kicking wack
Lyrics to bitten tracks
My interviews say I said a
Few lines to diminish crews
Some men'll do shit like bending rules
Go for the kill I'll still finish you
I'm so hot we gotta close shop
You know not to open your spot
While I patrol blocks you getting no props
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
Guilty Simpson damage is
Beyond word descriptions
Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats
Smoke in the alley where the
Young cats bust toast
Pinching pennies to pay up his truck note
My various techniques compare with Jet Li
I'll chop with an AK and
Kick when it's pay day
Let's see how many men must test me
Deadly with a pen, let the rest beware
Face down in the playground six feet deep
In the sandbox when my right hand
Cocks back on the hammer you rest in peace
I pray on wack cats when I bless the beats
Like priests in the Vatican
Heat rat-a tattling
And sprayed up the vehicle
Your homeboy traveled in
Fuck the spots they brag about
We kick your front door way
In and drag em out
With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam
The bullets stay inside your brain
Like it's your favorite song
I don't give a fuck who they hitting
They can graze your mom
I load the motherfucking clip in
They like baby bombs
I see it as something beautiful
When the metal fly
Around the way call me Lucifer
A hell of a guy
I'm a motherfucking veteran I'm
Telling you why
Beat his head until there's red in
Them I'm letting 'em die
City of brotherly thugs
The home of filthy living
You ain't fucking around
With Vinnie, Percee, and Guilty Simpson
Unless you wanna be the target that
We dump the clip in
I do the shit during the day
I like the gun to glisten
You a backwards motherfucker you run prison
You think that being locked with males
In jail's a fun position
You should kill yourself rapper and
Be stuck in the earth
To be honest ain't no rapper
That can fuck with you, perc
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
Fast or slow pace my flow lace
Tracks this cat'll throw bass
And don't waste steps and go
Chase broads to no place
Master streets, impress the freaks
Pimps dressed for weeks
Hoes left to me I guess to
Cheat and test the sheets
Ripping shows from here to Britain
Yo I'm hitting hoes
Skipping those women that sniffin' blow
And not getting dough
First degree murder rhymes disturbing
Mind like urban lies
And quote words only science to Percee P
Amateurs know they can't stand with the pro
My Bronx-Angeles flow cause
Damages most scandalous
Foes better handle it yo
I'm getting that food that
Are steady ripping blacks spitting raps
Hitting cats for kicking wack
Lyrics to bitten tracks
My interviews say I said a
Few lines to diminish crews
Some men'll do shit like bending rules
Go for the kill I'll still finish you
I'm so hot we gotta close shop
You know not to open your spot
While I patrol blocks you getting no props
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
I'm on the edge nigga watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch yo' step
Guilty Simpson damage is
Beyond word descriptions
Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats
Smoke in the alley where the
Young cats bust toast
Pinching pennies to pay up his truck note
My various techniques compare with Jet Li
I'll chop with an AK and
Kick when it's pay day
Let's see how many men must test me
Deadly with a pen, let the rest beware
Face down in the playground six feet deep
In the sandbox when my right hand
Cocks back on the hammer you rest in peace
I pray on wack cats when I bless the beats
Like priests in the Vatican
Heat rat-a tattling
And sprayed up the vehicle
Your homeboy traveled in
Fuck the spots they brag about
We kick your front door way
In and drag em out