TOMMY TEE

TOMMY TEE - Takin Ova US Version lyrics

rate me

(feat. Joe Sexx, Mr. Eon, Resevoir Doggs, Shabaam Sahdeeq)

[Intro: Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Uh.. Uh..

Shabaam Shadeeq

Sinister V-O-I-C-E

Easy Reservoir

Mista Shadeeq

Uh... Tommy Tee

Sinister Voices

[Verse One: Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Moves you cant trace

Terror face-to-face

I lace the bass and drums with nuff taste

When its crunch time, I invite MCs to my lunch time

With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose

Even if its one line, and do rhyme

I track em all down, waste a few rounds

Clownass niggaz get shot like grave robbahz

Get around like my ballahz

In the coup the [?], no time to chill

Sun too hot to stop

See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat

I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps

Perhaps, I fuck up ya dome like Pete Snaps

No fake cats I need to procede with mine

So long I step on the stage I spit fire

I'm da natty, definatly living up the party

I shut the fuckahz down if these niggas dont respect me

Make em shake like epelepsy

Cant stress me

Cant test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin'

I walk mine till the end of time, connecting

Collaborating with my comrades from everywhere

True is how I keep it secret: I never leak it

Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches

Shadeeqy lace the track like lee gee [?]

Hiphop's a fine whole [?] lotta way she freak me

[Chorus: Mr.Eon]

We come elevated

Untranslated

Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up

Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up

Locally, globally wreckin' totally

We come elevated

Untranslated

Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up

Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up

Locally globally wreckin' totally

[Verse Two: Reservoir Doggs]

Momma always said there'd be days like diz

I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets

At an early age have my peeps call early graves

In the early days like around the late 80s

When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies

My crew went crazy, drug money made us lazy

I never wanted to work, just sell this rap drug

To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged

Verbal injectah

Hold the gadget like Inspectah

12 bars or pressure

Ghetto story lecture

Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow

Nigga chew before ya swollow

[Verse Three: Reservoir Doggs]

Yo yo yo yo,

Get ya best lined up, get ready so we can combat

I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks

Where the do at, bless a nigga format(?) packs

Like gats by the ass crack when I click niggaz past that

They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap

I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that

Shit you talkin' new york bronx state of (?)

Double bread niggaz who shine get blind of the realness

Yo feel diz

Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the sex

Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice

Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex

go tex with the lex as we flex this

General who da federal

Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs

B-X we bless like the hands of Christ

And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life

[Verse Four: Joe Sexx]

My infra-red sizing you up, you live what nigga what

Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness

When I bliss, hiss the fist with [?] clips

[?] up those tips between lips and shit

Now and dat shitez

Force and I dont cries smash da dice

The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice

Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to cant handle us

I want it all be to be, a bad [?] gambler

Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on camera-rush

And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step

Ya niggaz aint vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild

Fuckin' slim girls the project's gotta pee now

Meanwhile niggaz be fucking my guns keep bustin'

Chicken heads keep fussin'

Ya bitches always want to suck

My .45 is cussing cops is coming but I aint runnin'

Joe Sex lets get added motherfuckahz

[Chorus: Mr.Eon]

We come elevated

Untranslated

Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up

Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up

Locally, globally wreckin' totally

We come elevated

Untranslated

Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up

Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up

Locally globally wreckin' totally

[totally fades x3]

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