Def Squad - Hostility lyrics

rate me

Yo, yo, yo...

Ow! Motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ??

Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha

What you know about it, what you know about it

[Redman]

Yo, why you buggin?

I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear

Put it to my dick so you hear me comin

I.C.U. critical, up on a stretcher

The 45 undresser, put on the pressure

You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up

You dealin then shuffle the deck up

Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS

Nigga Revenue Service, talico inserter

Murder, a six letter word to convert a

Beef you better off flippin beef at Fat Burger

Yo Keith, pull out the burner

(he won't move any further)

Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers

I carry tools like Sears Surplus

So when I spit you catch heart murmurs

Word, you sweeter than cupcakes

I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight

Each generation, rules the nation

Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations

I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls

Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw

Then y'all be like

He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite

Chicken might dine like cops

First of the month these thugs

Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug

I beat pussy down when I'm smokin the la

Bitches leave the room screamin "Oh na na Oh na na"

[Erick Onassis]

E dog the mic demolitioner

The black superhero Def Squad's the clique, we rock shit

Cuz we flossiest

No thug cats show us often this

We the boss in this

Why think of double crossin this

Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who I be

I'll catch you eye then, ya heard

I live the life that's quite chill

On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil

Believe you me, E

I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like dat fo' sho'

Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast

My name aint Next and, y'all Too Close

The rap emperor, scorchin hot

Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny

I make you laugh goodfella

I smack you down in front of your fans

Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga

Don't fuck around that's what I mean yo

Def Squad comin through again, El Nino

[Keith Murray]

And why should we listen to you, anyway

You's a sucker MC wit a sucker DJ

I hit you with the all in the hammer

Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer

Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge

Make a hardcore nigga cry when I kill all his friends

And force destruction wit my coalition

Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin

I comes through too true

Like a half pit, half man, HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!

Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two

I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital