ROTTIN RASKALZ - Lik A Shot lyrics

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[Supreme C]

Lick off a shot, I like drama hot

A strain on my brain make me kill your blood clot

So when you 'treat, make sure you got a shield

Cos on the real-to-real I make your body stand still

Watch your back, I get dim like the night

In and out of sight to hit that ass up right

Straight from the jungle where I call the zoo

A major breakthrough, Jersey comin through

A straight line I walk, from Ill Town to Newark

Back and forth to pack stacks and vaults

Troopin (troopin) just like the soldier

Even if yer stiff like a boulder

You'll still get run over

Raise the stakes, all the winner takes

Lyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakes

I puff lye's, doing double I, till I die

An' everybody get high

[Headache]

Ill to Cruddy Click

Will leave you flattened it's so simple

Playin' little fags out like a game of Nintendo

Nobody can see this B.G., that's hard to deal with

Punks knuckle up and they better.........

[Road Dawgs]

Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth?

This tracks makes me wanna grab my gat

And lick off a shot through the roof

I'm straight blasted, everybody's askin'

Can it be the 6'3" G runnin rampant

Bangin in your ear drum

When I've finished niggas'll know what's here from

Them other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one

[Headache]

I'm quick enough to hit em high with the Double I

I'm lettin you know right now I'm not to try to die

Load up the clip for clicks who wanna start beef

To be raised in the hood, you've gotta have heart, chief

Headache is the name

Catchin wreck is the game

When I'm battle MC's I go tear em out the picture frame

[Road Dawgs]

Who wanna try to ???? big booty, niggas, what's happenin?

From ???? to 1-18 Dionna Warwick can't keep us gangstas from rappin

This is the Road Dawgs

Rollin' wid the Double I crew, we got it locked

From the westside of Inglewood to Bangkok

I drop slang, let my nutz hang

Bustas can't handle us, from here to Los Angeles

Niggas hoo-bang

[Black of Zoo Crew]

Yo, this Black, I'm representin the motherfuckin Zoo Crew

I got my man Sup C in the motherfuckin' house

I got my man Headache in the motherfuckin' house

I got Dueja, I got my motherfuckin people

The Road Dawgs, Rottin Razkals, and the Cruddy Click

And yo, my man K-Boogie on this track

And now we gonna do it like this

If you pussies can't give us our props

Don't come to Jersey and do no shows thinkin that they're sold out, nigga

[Chorus x2]

It's like that y'all, and we don't stop

It's like that y'all, lick of a motherfuckin shot

[Dueja]

Left to right, right to left I fight to death

Mentally mad, I'm insane, but I'm the best

Cos I flip shit, get niggas lifted

And then I creep to the naughty play ground

Way down in jungle deep

To smell the indo comin' from the steps

As I walk down the block, niggaz throwin up the set

Double I, for life, if you slip, you're get dealt with quick

My brotha Gutter shakled up behind the steel strips

[Cruddy Click]

Cruddy quality is heavy duty

You never knew me, pull no stu-dy

To hide the 30 to life, my ??? roll on niggas who try and do me

I send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like ????

Not even a scout can find your whereabouts

You motherfuckers can lobby together, that makes it better

For the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasion

And I must seriously doubt if you can find a passage out

You ego maniac, ???? get blowed out

When I showed out

Ill Town''s how I stand for mind

Get props to Alpine, rip rhymes

Designed with Cruddy types of obstacles

It's not impossible

Your niggaz is unstoppable

[Diesel & Rottin Razkals]

Hold your horses

The lyrical force is about to toss this

Standin in the column with no draws or losses

[Fam & Rottin Razkals]

I come to make a mess

And put a disorder on anything in order

Sorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta

[Diesel]

Prepare for the worst

Once my verse hits the earth

Competition's in fear, I could make a star burst

[Fam]

Wish it weren't trouble

We get it on the Double (I)

Necks get ripped in a rumble

You stumble, fumble, then crumble

Nigga

[Diesel]

Frustration influencin my attitude and mood

Not in the mood to hear it

So kid, don't step near it

[Fam]

We ain't gotta prove naythin

Zip up your lip, cool with the basin

Recognize and realize

Open your eyes, look who you're facin

I've been BEAT UP

THROWN ALL AROUN

BURNS ON MY FACE

SLAMMED ON THE GROUND

[Diesel]

The microphone is taken

You must have been mistaken

If your thought I was fakin

Swinger, ain't perpertratin

[Fam]

So if you wanna be down

Just step up, step up

And if your pockets are too heavy

You can give it up, yeah

[Diesel]

Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livin

Cross the I once and it ain't no forgivin (forgivin)