Quasimoto, Mr. Herb - Discipline 99 Pt. 0 lyrics
[Quasimoto, Mr. Herb - Discipline 99 Pt. 0 lyrics]
Quasimoto discipline 99
I'll take you out like a mason
Cut ya head off like jason
Like you're free basing
Talking about that ghost you chasing
(Have you seen the skinny little boy that
Chases the white ghost at night?
Have you seen the little boy? Face
Puffed up, tracks in his arm
And his mind blown his
Mama's somewhere drinking and
Talking about survival pop's in
Jail or downtown
At the Ythe little boy chases white ghost
With his friends and they get HIGH)
We're the birth of a new breed
We got you open
Trying to figure what we choking
You just a token
Trying to do what we do, we livin like "what"
Some niggas can't even keep they
Mouth off our nuts
You got guts if you challenging this
Leave you with your wrists slit
Cuz you ain't damaging this
Quasimoto crew
We make you want to press rewind
Hit you with the discipline 99
I hear brothas wanna battle Mr herbie
Where they at?
Rollin up in they Cadillac, rollin' up a sack
Brothas perpetrating hard finding it
Hard to rap i come with that hard to
Rap that freezes their cardiac imagine that
Looking for lot is what they haven't had
Ask him was a lot in that
Does he have his lamp on that wack habitat
I'll change burn em, they rappin' pad
Kicking them more fresh rhymes
Than brothas kick hacky-sacks
(Have you seen two little boys run
Past here? With a lady's purse?
They stole the black woman's purse
The other day, yesterday, today, tomorrow
Face puffed up, tracks on their arms
Eyes popping out of their skulls
And their minds blown and they get HIGH
They get HIGH talking tripping
Talking about flying talking
About getting high getting high)
I'll take you out like a mason
Cut ya head off like jason
Like you're free basing
Talking about that ghost you chasing
(Have you seen the skinny little boy that
Chases the white ghost at night?
Have you seen the little boy? Face
Puffed up, tracks in his arm
And his mind blown his
Mama's somewhere drinking and
Talking about survival pop's in
Jail or downtown
At the Ythe little boy chases white ghost
With his friends and they get HIGH)
We're the birth of a new breed
We got you open
Trying to figure what we choking
You just a token
Trying to do what we do, we livin like "what"
Some niggas can't even keep they
Mouth off our nuts
You got guts if you challenging this
Leave you with your wrists slit
Cuz you ain't damaging this
Quasimoto crew
We make you want to press rewind
Hit you with the discipline 99
I hear brothas wanna battle Mr herbie
Where they at?
Rollin up in they Cadillac, rollin' up a sack
Brothas perpetrating hard finding it
Hard to rap i come with that hard to
Rap that freezes their cardiac imagine that
Looking for lot is what they haven't had
Ask him was a lot in that
Does he have his lamp on that wack habitat
I'll change burn em, they rappin' pad
Kicking them more fresh rhymes
Than brothas kick hacky-sacks
(Have you seen two little boys run
Past here? With a lady's purse?
They stole the black woman's purse
The other day, yesterday, today, tomorrow
Face puffed up, tracks on their arms
Eyes popping out of their skulls
And their minds blown and they get HIGH
They get HIGH talking tripping
Talking about flying talking
About getting high getting high)