NATAS - Football lyrics

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[Mastamind]

Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns

I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues

Must you come to us to put you down thunderous

3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us

Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers

Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter

What you livin' for? You ready to ride to the end of the road

And get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to go

Here's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo

Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow

I'll rot you with the proper procedure

Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver

Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is

The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is

This has been a demonstration for Natas

Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration

We gonna toast to we the champions

For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem

[CHORUS]

Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'

"Oh my God"

[Esham]

I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not

Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot

The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot

Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock

I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble

And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle

Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe

Connection, interception, I wide receive

My style blitz your whole play when I slide

Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides

Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents

Never hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicine

Straight tackling the ones that won't better sen

Detroit, Michigan's best defensemen

[CHROUS]

[TNT]

4th down and 10 to go

I throw the bomb, yo

TNT's in the game

All niggaz know my name

N-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clock

Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded

Situations heeded

I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose

Niggaz try to read me get they book closed

In the story niggaz get killed on the battlefield

Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will

[Mastamind]

Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that

Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps

About the punter heard out, put ya through a work out

Natas the first stop you take, put the red alert out

Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice

The game is getting stormed at night

'Cause God gonna get black tonight

[CHORUS]