Sniper - Knockin’ Heads Off (Track 14 on Deeper Elevation ) lyrics

So much hood in my DNA
I gotta give one for every
Hood around the world
We gone bump this one all
Around the planet they
Ain't gonna be able to stand it come on

Listen to me now
I stay chasing and lick hard
If you owe me I take cash
Jewellery and wick cards
Walking pneumonia flow man I got sick bars
Hook my brain up to a TV you might get Mars
I run perfect, and never will I short circuit
Why would I bring sexy back when
I'm the one who murked it
Every time I hit the
Scene it's straight gasoline
My mind is tripping I got
Issues like a magazine
I be knowing what you 'bout


To say before it's spoken
No holes barred I go in
Like the door was open
K-Rino I'm still homiciding any beat
Still got love on any street
Still wet from 20 feet
SPC you ain't seen my whole staff yet
Got right jabbed and stretched long
As a giraffe's neck
My last set made two slabs and a cab wreck
I ain't got it all I'm playing
With half of a half deck
So watch that swanging hand
We knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to
Knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing
You tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting
A round of lead off

I hear them talking
But they ain't said much
Best believe you talking down
Or you will get touched
This is music homeboy, yeah we living forreal
Having Sniper on the beat like
We flashing the steel
Come on it's one reload today
Straight to the grave when
I'm pumping the gauge lyrics can kill
Showing no mercy fortunately tough when
I'm all in a rage
Lock an load is my way of life
Pay the price, and I earn my stripes
Spending with ease i'm cool with the words
M-16 with a 3 round burst, better disperse
I ain't playing no games
Keep the game lit 'till I burst into flames
Hit em' in the high, hit em' in the low
Every other rapper is stupid
So we know they name
I ride with the killas, known gorillas
On top of the game, and we out for scrilla
Short fuse, and I'm about to blow
With the pistol in yo mouth
What you scared for?
One day you here, one day you gone
It's 25 years still holding strong
We H Town, Houstone by your city in Screwston
SPC we the first click
SPC we done changed the game
SPC we ain't going no where
Murder's the case, and we to blame
So watch that swanging hand
We knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to
Knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing
You tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting
A round of lead off

Head to head
Mic murders done without a witness
Watch me shut the game down like
It went out of business
I might get upset, but I'm never mad
If you had one of my bad days
It would be the best day you ever had
Ain't no surprise I'm still riding
With the most high
And those guys with the bean pies
And the bow ties
You couldn't win with three hundred
And eighty four tries
The bread maker head baker
Watch my dough rise
Man please my talents, you wish you had these
My skills keep you from
Elevating like bad knees
I stay moving with precision
Loading flow clips
Meanwhile y'all slipping like tennis
Shoes with no grip
Before you think of rushing in
You better wait my friend
Weapons extend even my two by
Fours are eight by tens
So now I guess it's time to mash out
If you rolling through my hood
Please don't pull your cash out
So watch that swanging hand
We knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to
Knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing
You tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting
A round of lead off

Yeah, for my gangstas, for my hustlers
Everybody out there trying to get
It the right way
God's people shout out to the homie Clip-D
RIP to my brother AC Chill
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