Team Napalm - Picture That lyrics
rate me[Intro: Islord]Who the, who the, yo, who the, yo, who the, yo[Chorus 2X: Islord]Who the fuck said we fell off, picture thatEverytime we come, kid, we come correctAnd still on the run up, on your set, swift techsCuz niggas is some real fucking vets[Islord]Let me ask ya'll niggas a questionWhat the fuck was ya'll niggas thinkingGoing up against me, kid?Don't you know, kid, I put end to careers, do, kidSo who gassed ya'll, who put batteries in ya'll backsFor ya'll to step up to get viciously attackedBy this animal, who tears the heart, challenge challengers everydayEverywhere I go, everywhere I be, I tear the hearts out of challengers, kidAnd you definetly, ain't no different, who the fuck is you?I put one, two, three, four, five, six, clips, them slugs in ya muthafucking crewBitch ass nigga, get slapped niggaGoing against my muthafucking style, niggaCuz I'm straight from Staten IslandWhere niggas be wilding, Killah Hill 10304Where shit is crazy raw, like the meat marketI hang niggas up like targetsThen put four-five slugs in they hearts, kid[Dom Pachino]Fuck it, dump the whole clip, then sink they whole shipDon't even feel the pain, when they fucking with thisMisfits, pull out some grenades and start launching and shitThese weapons ain't silent, they noisy and shitThese little faggot ass bitch niggasSay the name Killarm', and see a ditch, niggasYa'll in trouble, you are fucking with a rich niggaI'm waiting for the paper, work to go throughThe whole'll Team be mobileIf we see you round the hood, we gon' show youDon't let that mouth, sign checks, that the ass can't cashKeep the heat in the stash, if he drive, don't keep the heat in the dashKid, keep it on you, little faggots dissin' Dom P., the street done warned youYou are fucking with some bredren man, nobody knows youYou reap what you sow, nigga, and you will be seen[Chorus 2X]
