Rottin Razkals - Batter Up lyrics

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (It's Trigger Treach)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The Punani Don)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Down with the Naughty By Nature)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (...

[Treach]

Feel the force of the thump funk

Freak the streets, I figure

Picture, payback ain't a bitch

It's nasty nigga named Trigger

A tisket, a tasket

Packs the ghetto bastard

All that shit sellin' like hot cakes and caskets

I'm slick, quick, flick like a photo, I'm mobile

I'll blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogle

I won't cross the street but I might

Me lay like half the way

And if the groove is far for me

I catch a cab to Calloway

The wind blew, my Buddha went to blast

But Teddy was ready with his chair

So we rolled, and he Pendergrass

That was some 19-Naughty-7 shit, right

The Rottin Raskalz' throwin jam was gonna come leavin' Dolomite

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up to set it, nigga?)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Bad Newz)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Headache & Bad Newz, Headache & Bad Newz)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Real G's that's hard to deal with)

[Headache & Bad Newz]

Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashews

Here's a new Cruddy coalition, Headache & Bad Newz

Little fags get the dick, my clique is too thick

I'm livin' fine, with my nine on my motherfuckin' hip

Little cities get mashed out, boy, don't ever try

Down the hill is where I chill, representin' Double I

Raw clique, load up the nine and cock the chamber back

Macs get jacked by this rough rugged maniac

My rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificial

Suckers battle an' I get in they ass like toilet tissue

Hit the deck, Double I is on a killin spree

If you ain't naughty you can't see me on the M-I-C

Niggas get wrecked when they step in my section

Always wreckin' reckless, so you better wear protection

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up..)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (I'm livin for Double I)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Love Child is on deck)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (So check it, this is the Road Dawgs)

[member of Road Dawgs]

Nigga what?

You want the most notorious kickin' Cali' killa

Like Ice-T I'm reckless

Check this, when I be flexin with the correctness

Huh, me and the Double I

I got deep down on your female

I'm gonna scoop her right

I'ma supa fly, that stay faithful

I bet you motherfucker catch a nickel plate, fool

My people sing for me to rock this

If you riff you be a myth like that lake about the Loch Ness

Shit!

I got a tight stitch

I thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white bitch

A small illustration, similar to a photo

So you can see, just how it be

Since you don't know though

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Trigger Slash)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Automatic)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (It's the Steel click)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Wreckin the the Steel, wreckin with the Steel)

[Trigger Slash of Steel Handlers]

Pass me a ????? Louisville slugger

So I can get busy and blow a fuse in this motherfucker

Trigger Slash bringin wreck to the shit

With my nigga Automatic, comin' straight from the Steel clique

You know what comes to show when I rip it raw

These Illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props

[Automatic of Steel Handlers]

Lucky, lucky who's up next

It's the man bringin' mad wreck

??? down my mossie, you know the comp's no threat

The lunatic is deuce

There's no use, you can't compete

Check and push up if you wanna you'll be layin' in the street

I'm fed the fuck up, bustin off until my clip's done

You're straight up dead wrong by thinkin' you won't catch one

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Dies')

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (And it be rottin to the core)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The D-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme)

[Diesel]

That's my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverb

Keep bustin' it and get you lip kicked to the curb

It's bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to me

A whigger makin' you, won't have a chance to G

It seems to me, in this life span, no one man

Could hold me back

(A-yo, what's fuckin' with that?)

I'm skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bag

You fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a rag

It don't matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the top

When I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knot

My limits has no borders

Runnin like Ricky Waters

Fuck authority, boy, we not takin orders

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Fam has assembled)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (..

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The name still stands as Fam)

1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals)

[Fam]

No styles gets phatness, just like class, you ass

Pull up a hole, you talk so much shit

Your nation be comole

So I'ma flush you like some Tiny Bowl

Step to the side and then witness a mighty role

I've been rolled in a new form of hip hop

Rip shop, reality rap stays on top

I knock your brain, to a-nother domain

It's simple and plain

You can't tame the insane

Let me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn name

Like window it's pain for any nigga comin lame

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1-2-3 I'm up to bat

1-2-3 I'm up to bat

1-2-3 I'm up to bat

1-2-3 I'm up to bat, so pitch me, MC