7L & Esoteric

7L & Esoteric - Warning - Knife In The Face lyrics

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[Esoteric talking] You motherfuckers This is some murderous shit right here It's the E-S, 7L on the track Potent somethin' through ya bean hat Don't try to pigeon hold me baby You know the deal About to black out on these motherfuckers It's like this, hey yo [Verse 1] We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit We ain't the cats that you wanna fuck around with Straight up, like a jump off you make my skin crawl like a snake I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin I beat you, defeat you wid the passion Cash and girls are what motivates me A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety I don't claim to be a thug But that would mean a slug For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love I keep a glove in my right hand So when I murder wid the mic they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram You're in the fryin' pan I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth I'm not the one to dis I'm fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is No doubt [Hook] You thug it out, cut it out You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out You playin' games we gon' shut you out So now you know what we about Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt [Talking] Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right Ya man's land ain't even that man You ain't livin' that life You ain't ready for that man, fall back [Verse 2] Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click I'm to sick, to eat a dick Ya can't get wid the words that I spit I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off First of all shake the hate off Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off The truth is you can't afford to take a day off You stay soft like my purple label face cloth My dick you need to stay off If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off [Hook x2]

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