Straight Spittin'

Yeah, uh

I bust all you cats in the game for malpractice

I'm in Jersey, where I'm payin' no taxes

I stick your girl Agnes, Flipmode bring the madness

Platinum status, Rampage, I'm the baddest

Check the credit, yo, you might as well dead it

I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut

Nigga, what? It's crunch time for me to shine

I'ma show you easily for me to take mine

Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein

I'm buckin' shots two times to stick you for your rhymes

Put you in a pine box

Yo, and your whole family's on detox

Hustlin' crack in weed box, holy socks

Cut you with my ox, Rampage got the city locked

In your function, to the Flatbush junction

Causin' rambunction, watch me do you somethin', uh

Baby Sham on some new shit, new and exclusive

5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four-fifth

Leave 'em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift

Nigga with the sick story, throw him off the cliff

As I speak this shit, to put my name on the list

A small thug with a slug, put a mark on his wrist

A tattoo of pyramids, puttin' hollows in clips

Peeped your gat jammed, tight rush, you lookin' to riff

Q-B's is type sick, 'cause we run in your clique

See me in the drop with your six, sayin' she snitched

But never that, cuzzo, high beams through the windows

My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast those

Got a safe in your crib, Sham, you know the code

Serge spoke out, three, two, one, dash, zero

Took the Z-notes and Flipmode left on the quietest snow

Swallow these to clear your throat, bitch-ass, you shoulda spoke

(Give me a F!)

Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun

Fly a nigga head, fuckin' for fun, fuck where you from

(Give me a L!)

Layin' on beaches, killin' all leeches

Love to break a liar face, pick up the pieces, yo

(Give me the I!)

Intelligence eliminates all irrelevance

Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense

(Give me a P!)

Powerful professional poppin' my pistol

Make a pack of people paranoid like twenty pitbulls

(Give me a M!)

Master of missions, make all decisions

Head-on collisions, massacre the meat rack, ask the women

(Give me a O!)

Got niggas open, open heart surgery

Rhyme so official, overthrow government, shit is nursery

(Give me a D!)

Diggin' my dick all inside your chick

Dominate the heavyweight division, rhymin' district

(Give me a E!)

Everlastin' slang, eternal ebonics

Lyrical emails stabilize livin' in all my economics

(Squad!)

Group of men, women, unified force, squadron

Movin' like one in unison, I beg your pardon

What they call me? A hundred on the Harley

Out of nowhere and keep it surfin' like Brawley

Marley, I'm the bitch with the hits though

Woody Woodpecker, LL at the Bristol

Official stamp, hold it down in tramp

Then link up at the Tunnel with the rest of my camp

Paper like weed, I'm in the mix like speed

And be screamin' on the mic 'til my tonsils bleed

Yeah, that's the way it is, like when a kid get christened

Like comin' to the Bricks to find your whip missin'

Rockin' uptown, on down to West Houston

Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin'

After juicin', I'ma straight black on a rapper

Tap a nigga nerves like them hackers

Be doin' on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher

To show them motherfuckers what I'm after

Yo, I backslap a wack MC for tryin' to be

Somethin' he not, pull his card, blow off his spot

Nigga talk about murder, but ain't committin' none

Niggas talk about gats, but ain't bustin' one

Yo, I see you in the club portrayin' like you a thug

Yeah, your man got a gat, but he ain't bustin' near a slug

You's a local block spokesman, I split your front open

Vicious knife wound, fucked up like Rod Strowman

Spliff I split, fully equipped for any bullshit

Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to bullshit

Ignorant, vulgar, on your tape recorder

Idle to your son and probably lover to your daughter

Fat man's son, Mildred's grandson

Shirley's nephew, Frankie's cousin

Uh-huh, one more time, Spliff, come on, son

Bust my gun like Colombians

Make niggas collapse like fucked up lungs

Better obey the lord, the land

Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in 'Nam

Closed coffin with flags folded in half

Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace

For fabulous taste, some'll battle for space

And pay the ultimate price, poltergeist

Put the Holy Ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ

Focus your dice when the vulture's in flight

Re-sculpture the mic and smash heads like the opium bite

Profit in vain, metropolis claim

Body and soul, ID's controlled in the optical frame

Never stoppin' the game, remove your squad with steady plans

I'll body slam punks like Superstar Billy Graham

Straight spittin', hot street shit, lyrically we spittin'

Niggas don't know how we gettin' on down, spittin'

Straight spittin', word is bond, we straight spittin'

Flipmode Squad niggas is rhymin' and spittin'

Fuck shit up everywhere when we straight spittin'

Lyrical ass-whoopin', niggas straight spittin'

We straight spittin'

We straight spittin'