Skyzoo - Left 4 Dead lyrics
[Skyzoo - Left 4 Dead lyrics]
Yeah ePMD, 9th Wonder it's crazy new York
Charlotte, yep! EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
OG from the golden era
Duckin' bullets and slugs
Meltin' ice cream mugs
EPMD the niggas you love
New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs
Rarely seen but when seen on the scene
(who you with?)
I'm with Green, gettin' cream
A "Wild Thing" like Charlie Sheen
A "Wild Thing" like Tone Loc, I'm no joke
Take notes
The rap intrepid, I blow on record
No boat, I'm still captain, what's happenin'
The big dawg of rap and the E Great Dane
My name is Hall of Fame
The game owe me some change
"The Collector", Denzel director, go tell
Yeah mock bird with six shells
Leave a smoky smell
Have you up in the hospital
Ringin' the nurse's bell
Like ding I got hit
(uh huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless
Biggie Smalls and 2Pac, left for dead
Innocent bystanders, left for dead
Big L, Jam Master Jay, left for dead
The whole Hip-Hop culture, left for dead
(oh, my, God)
Okay fun's up (say what?) The reign son's up
Hoes down, G's up, yo let your guns bust
For the soldiers that fell
For the soldiers in jail
For the cats that ain't makin' it
Dudes with no bail
Stand or die, yo I tell no lie
You get caught not tellin' the truth
They make sure you fry
Uh, huh, we won't fry, cause we don't lie
We ain't change funk flow still same
Beats still knockin', we still rockin'
Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin'
Lil' things stoppin', and that means you
Cause we shuttin' you down
For the underground
Run cats out of town like
PE we "Shut 'Em Down"
Bustin live rounds, straight gunnin' now
Shhh, out in the open
Rubber grip shit with red scope an'
Beware when you approachin'
Yeah, call me S-K-Y, Z-O-O
They say the first line is
Probably the best line
I call it the set line it's
Sort of the fetch line
But then the next line that
Follows the first line
Will body the first line and
Make it the worst line
So what it means is, whatever proceeds this
Is above the previous
Stepping strong weak shit
24 leak shit, grind with a pen
And try to line up with the pen
But, it's up where the nosebleeds is
S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross
The last rapper for everyone you grew up on
I'm past better
My past letters is past headers
I'm a product of student
Money and black leathers
7-1-8 shit, no better replacement
Started written backwards
Young'un letters is basic
Huh, different with a given goal the
Way I'm pitchin' with it
Don't take it to heart
Homey it's "Strictly Business"
Charlotte, yep! EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
OG from the golden era
Duckin' bullets and slugs
Meltin' ice cream mugs
EPMD the niggas you love
New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs
Rarely seen but when seen on the scene
(who you with?)
I'm with Green, gettin' cream
A "Wild Thing" like Charlie Sheen
A "Wild Thing" like Tone Loc, I'm no joke
Take notes
The rap intrepid, I blow on record
No boat, I'm still captain, what's happenin'
The big dawg of rap and the E Great Dane
My name is Hall of Fame
The game owe me some change
"The Collector", Denzel director, go tell
Yeah mock bird with six shells
Leave a smoky smell
Have you up in the hospital
Ringin' the nurse's bell
Like ding I got hit
(uh huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless
Biggie Smalls and 2Pac, left for dead
Innocent bystanders, left for dead
Big L, Jam Master Jay, left for dead
The whole Hip-Hop culture, left for dead
(oh, my, God)
Okay fun's up (say what?) The reign son's up
Hoes down, G's up, yo let your guns bust
For the soldiers that fell
For the soldiers in jail
For the cats that ain't makin' it
Dudes with no bail
Stand or die, yo I tell no lie
You get caught not tellin' the truth
They make sure you fry
Uh, huh, we won't fry, cause we don't lie
We ain't change funk flow still same
Beats still knockin', we still rockin'
Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin'
Lil' things stoppin', and that means you
Cause we shuttin' you down
For the underground
Run cats out of town like
PE we "Shut 'Em Down"
Bustin live rounds, straight gunnin' now
Shhh, out in the open
Rubber grip shit with red scope an'
Beware when you approachin'
Yeah, call me S-K-Y, Z-O-O
They say the first line is
Probably the best line
I call it the set line it's
Sort of the fetch line
But then the next line that
Follows the first line
Will body the first line and
Make it the worst line
So what it means is, whatever proceeds this
Is above the previous
Stepping strong weak shit
24 leak shit, grind with a pen
And try to line up with the pen
But, it's up where the nosebleeds is
S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross
The last rapper for everyone you grew up on
I'm past better
My past letters is past headers
I'm a product of student
Money and black leathers
7-1-8 shit, no better replacement
Started written backwards
Young'un letters is basic
Huh, different with a given goal the
Way I'm pitchin' with it
Don't take it to heart
Homey it's "Strictly Business"