DJ Muggs, Rome Streetz - Shooting at the Dance Hall lyrics

All the real badman dem' step forward
We are gonna smash it
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, what the fuck)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yeah! Yeah)
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Yo, yeah, yeah, check)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, ayo)

Play dirty after hours round cutties
Where they snortin' shit (Yeah)
Now my sound buzzin' round offices
Live from New York where crimies'll clap
The pork off a officer (Uh, uh, uh)
Sad that the one to betray you
Is who you often trust you lost in lust
Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight
Fifty-twos bust through your facе
No surprise
Tell by your vibe that you was fakе
But those guys I don't coincide, I move away
(Fuck outta here)
Do what you do but you can't
Fuck with nothing I do display
I'm still gettin ill
Breakin' necks in the Kumite (Uh, huh)
Now I upgraded
The greatest with a newer wave
Muggs threw the uzi and said
"come through and spray" (Brr)
The whole crowd
All you see is bodies and a smoke cloud
I been killin' shit
That's why the flow so foul
Went from prisoner to popular
Your hoe know now (Aha)
You got to run a profit up
It's lookin oh so wild
You fools got over with a so-so style
That shit is over now (Niggas fake)
I'll lap you three times, bow down
Salute the golden child ayo, check

To be draped in gold
Livin' like a king that be my destiny (Aha)
With pretty bitches in my
Section caressin' me pleasantly (Yeah)
I been half finessin' you niggas
Can never mess with me (Never)
I flex like brolic biceps
Been had the recipe
Every time I'm on the set
It's rest in piece fuck rest
I'd rather catch OD rec until
I get the feast (Ka ching)
Only fucking with robbers
Never respect a thief
Didn't listen to the preacher preach
I was in the street
Didn't understand how they could kill
A man until I seen
Blood and brains splattered on the scene
Not a TV screen (Nah)
Follow nothing, make my own way
Nobody leading me body after body
Bitch I lead the league easily (Yeah)
They worship Rome Streetz like he a deity
(Uhu) still the flow is oh so ghetto
Like Jay Z in D&D (Wow)
All my rhymes like TNT
I'm taking a title slapping ya idol
Then I slide in my CDGs
Pumpin' that poisonous product like BDP
Every other day I need to re (Brapp)

Put up your hand in the air
(Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air

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