Dj Kay Slay - Team Work lyrics

rate me

Feat. Memphis Bleek, Freeway, Loaded Lux & Jon Connor

Been lately lofa like a couple

My attitude is fuck you

I lift my shirt full of guns

Knock my velve, crack ‘em

Been at this type and always in hater conversation

Don’t make you lied you up like a bubble up and (?)

These pack move is going round with this brick talk

Is back woods like the blood ding the crip

I’m ready for the drama, I ain’t never scared

I pick this nine if you gonna need the Obama care

Been try to chill dog and left this mils roll

Been in between these bitches legs looking like a fill goal

But they don’t wanna see, this type of clips never ending

Kill that nigga in this road, now that motherfucker trending

Cuz everybody like gam’, them bullets fuck up the system

They hit ‘em like stam

This rock salley we them niggas in the streets

We throw at you and then we throw at the police nigga

I just got hoped in UK, 2 day, I don’t want them fly (?) shout out the ryme

Shout out the lou pay

And I’m sick with the grime

Got my slicer then American pie bout to see how you taste

Travel around the US, they love me out in VA

Shout out the nigga , plan B, they know me out in LA

Don’t make me call pussy, my nigga he not from Bale air

And night they in a club with some bitches that popping bale air

Me I’m in the stud up in (?) they making more bran

And now we run out, we like strama we making more

Brand new roar, we can tell I’m not bussing

How ever read it and get it tag on their four hair

Lord feel it with me, three met Milli

Stay properly nigga DC, waiting that sound, zipping on CD

Andrew will crack, will cook up in your gone, we’re missing

I’m listening for your skills

At the speaker like I wave down

Please nigga I just can’t get it until the field

It’s the independent real

Just in the spots less BN

Might be wide and you try to stick me with a deal

Don’t ask, more cash in this path I twinkle

I live a life stand on single, skate on jingles

Be the best, need the rest

We came all mingle, I see the stress in my grandma (?) let’s keep success

Like a vacuum blowing up on a red carpet,

I’m nuts cuz this trap rappers even he go random

Never been biblical the base

But when I’m living just hit the base

So my God is the God

But feeling like Obama in the middle of the race

In the middle of the race

Lord

I got evil intentions like stopping attack from breathing and not leaving a whiteness

They gonna need the fences , I feed their intentions

They gonna bleed to some mission

I gota hit, so I’mma hit this trap so I’mma eat this traps (?)

I don’t need any mission, I need intervention, a fane from the great addiction

I’m hoping for more, I hope they don’t open the door

I’m kicking in, I’ve been here just to win

I’ve been shitting no niggas like this is two thousand and four

Look, catch up, I don’t let up, I’m from the hood where nigga don’t fest up

Sleep cuz they hurt and (?) funeral is only time when we get dressed up

Messed up just hoping the mama blessed us

Guess what we hoping they don’t test us

Cuz you know the routine and you know what you see

And you know it nothing to be next up

Don’t let it be yours for knock, you calling your daughter you better do

Cuz if not I’m calling the cops cuz over that (?)

Cuz where I’m from you ain’t balling it out

Look, I said it, I made it, just the way it is

And the beat know what they all said it

And not just to pick just the day it is

Yo, fly city, my city

I’mma rap til the day I’m gone

I’mma rap for the spot, wait it up for the block

One time once again is on, haa