BROOKLYN ZU - Eat Ya Food lyrics

rate me

KP, Wu-Tang (see), Brooklyn Zu

With Killa on this track, we'll crush your crew

It's just like chess, think before you move

Don't make it your last move, we'll eat your food

I'm my own creation, and I mastered my tongue

They not ready for the butcher, son

Call me jetter home wrecker, but I cannot wreck ya home

You wreck your own home, and now your girl wanna bone

I guess she wanna rock and roll with a stallion

Them BK niggas always wilding

What ya'll thought that New York was gone?

But I was in the country, banging those 808's, now facts

My style's like Gladys and the Pips

Patti LaBelle and David Ruffin from the Tempts

Patron and the kush got me bent, it make no sense

In my pocket is dough, in your, it's lint

I done seen more pussy than that white boy Larry Flynt

I bought my shit, you pay rent

Plus the bracelet on my arm, nigga, cost ten cent

And I borrowed a couple chains from Miss Ateen Sagrent

I'm cool as ice on the mic, make the world ignite

So nice on the dice, hit cee-lo twice

Kilo slice, weed blow illegal life

Squeeze chrome, needles, pipes, with peepholes

Egos fight, desert eagle light

Keep hoes at a febel price

Priest, the pharaoh of the ghetto

In all boroughs, life and thorough

Live from a rebel, fire from the devil

My life post with twin ghost, delete chumps, deep ghost

Plus heat toast, stay street code and eat souls

Try to stay right, but I'm labeled I'm a Black Knight

I just might take life by end of the night

Take the gangsta Zu banger from the Dirt Dog Chamber

Slugs stopped then your Timb boots is getting a' scuffed

If you need it, I got it, you want it, come and get it, listen

My heat is an option, man, and you gon' be leaking

Yo, you see the universal flag, design a wicked sword swing

Thoughts connect, see banging flows keeping you wet

For all the ladies, this may apply, she fly

Like Bedstuy, see Killa talk, East New York

Where heads fly, stay high off the best shit

Thinking you can test it, the humbleness got you fucked up

To run up, and now you've become my enemy, no kin in me

Penalty for ways and acts, if you offend me

Ladies grab your man up in the party

Freak to the words I speak, I be the crew Chief

RZA Rah spinning the beat, summer heat

Got 'em bugging on the street, to teach the unciviled

I'm held responsible to build before I kill something

Voice of the people, I reap the terrible classic

None equal to the truth I build

With the microphone skill