Random Axe, Rock (Heltah Skeltah), Trick Trick - Another One lyrics
[Random Axe, Rock Heltah Skeltah, Trick Trick - Another One lyrics]
We got another one popping
Turn it up a notch and keep rocking
Turn it up a notch and keep knocking
The haters wanna look, then keep watching
Ha ha, laugh at them, let them look
Cause they know they can't stop us
Know they know they know they can't top us
Keep dropping, niggas keep watching
This one is sinful sentiments
I keep a pump like adrenaline
The opposite of innocent
Gun play is imminent
The penmanship red, your dead
Scribbled in blood
Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug
I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up
Told her that she was dreaming
Her man got his throat cut
Jedi mind trick a bitch
Push a sell and get a chick to split the L
If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail
"What up, though?" to Brooklyn
The dogs are loose who calling troops? The
Shotguns tossing goose
And broke the treaty, I'll smoke you easy
Murder City where the rich
Are broke and peazy
What the hell? I reckon they want a twelve
The second I heard this record
I figured I might as well
Aggravate and piss off those
That can't stand me like man and the man is
Trying to raise a family
Ban me, I said it and I don't give a fuck
Call me the outlaw
Thinking I need this business? I
Can do without ya'll as long as Agent K
Is making fully-automatics, i'mma get it
And I ain't bullshitting you can forget it
Pussy-ass niggas popping shit
On they webpages
The game has become outrageous
The stage is set for real niggas
To come out with them gauges
And the gangsters out of them cages
We got another one popping
Turn it up a notch and keep rocking
Turn it up a notch and keep knocking
The haters wanna look, then keep watching
Ha, ha, laugh at them, let them look
Cause they know they can't stop us
Know they know they know they can't top us
Keep dropping, niggas keep watching
P! Yo
Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks
Your world flip
Pearl grip on the sket that pop
Murder, death, kill, Villain from the 'Ville
Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking
Niggas drill poppin'
Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group
Duke
I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot
Duke hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in
The booth cute
Meanwhile I got crack stacked up
In the deuce shoe
Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only
Counter-punch suckers for lunch
I'm James Toney you got the star look
But your ring and your chain's phony
Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap
We force cool (O oh)
We all one in the same
It's like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B
I'm Trick Trick, I am Simpson
But I'm not guilty
Rock filthy, the block's feel me
I own them, fuck a Donald Trump
I'm 'Donald Dump' I got realty
See me in HD, high-def, definitely high
Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry
Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye
You not doing the electric
I ain't letting niggas slide act up
It's ramifications of blamming a gauge in
Your face, It's beef
Not the shit on a sandwich your making
Amateurs faking but don't respect
Or knock your ganstafications
Me? I'mma a monster
My mere presence will panic a nation
Niggas 'bout as loyal as
Popeye bitch Olive Oyl
No beef raps, but I got drama for you
Think about it, you know who I got with me
Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit
They both 'Rock City'
Turn it up a notch and keep rocking
Turn it up a notch and keep knocking
The haters wanna look, then keep watching
Ha ha, laugh at them, let them look
Cause they know they can't stop us
Know they know they know they can't top us
Keep dropping, niggas keep watching
This one is sinful sentiments
I keep a pump like adrenaline
The opposite of innocent
Gun play is imminent
The penmanship red, your dead
Scribbled in blood
Wannabe thugs fled and gave the ground a hug
I got an airhead rat I like to keep doped up
Told her that she was dreaming
Her man got his throat cut
Jedi mind trick a bitch
Push a sell and get a chick to split the L
If the pigs flick the whip, give me bail
"What up, though?" to Brooklyn
The dogs are loose who calling troops? The
Shotguns tossing goose
And broke the treaty, I'll smoke you easy
Murder City where the rich
Are broke and peazy
What the hell? I reckon they want a twelve
The second I heard this record
I figured I might as well
Aggravate and piss off those
That can't stand me like man and the man is
Trying to raise a family
Ban me, I said it and I don't give a fuck
Call me the outlaw
Thinking I need this business? I
Can do without ya'll as long as Agent K
Is making fully-automatics, i'mma get it
And I ain't bullshitting you can forget it
Pussy-ass niggas popping shit
On they webpages
The game has become outrageous
The stage is set for real niggas
To come out with them gauges
And the gangsters out of them cages
We got another one popping
Turn it up a notch and keep rocking
Turn it up a notch and keep knocking
The haters wanna look, then keep watching
Ha, ha, laugh at them, let them look
Cause they know they can't stop us
Know they know they know they can't top us
Keep dropping, niggas keep watching
P! Yo
Off the wall, no curl kit, no electric socks
Your world flip
Pearl grip on the sket that pop
Murder, death, kill, Villain from the 'Ville
Pill-poppin', still real cocaine-cooking
Niggas drill poppin'
Sean Price the name, Random Axe is the group
Duke
I spray shots in vain cops, fuck it you loot
Duke hippity-hop niggas wanna rap in
The booth cute
Meanwhile I got crack stacked up
In the deuce shoe
Fuck fame, homie, I rap for the change only
Counter-punch suckers for lunch
I'm James Toney you got the star look
But your ring and your chain's phony
Back of 'The Source' jewels, slap
We force cool (O oh)
We all one in the same
It's like I am Ruck, I am Black Milk, B
I'm Trick Trick, I am Simpson
But I'm not guilty
Rock filthy, the block's feel me
I own them, fuck a Donald Trump
I'm 'Donald Dump' I got realty
See me in HD, high-def, definitely high
Stunting caught 'em all, berry niggas cry
Oh, I know Inspectah Deck 'em in the eye
You not doing the electric
I ain't letting niggas slide act up
It's ramifications of blamming a gauge in
Your face, It's beef
Not the shit on a sandwich your making
Amateurs faking but don't respect
Or knock your ganstafications
Me? I'mma a monster
My mere presence will panic a nation
Niggas 'bout as loyal as
Popeye bitch Olive Oyl
No beef raps, but I got drama for you
Think about it, you know who I got with me
Brooklyn, Detroit, same shit
They both 'Rock City'