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[Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yeah.. It's S-Double baby, yaknah'mean uh Can no motherfuckin lil' executive sittin behind a desk Tell me whaat's goin on in the streets, knahmean I'm in the streets everyday uh, yaknow I'm in the party spazzin out Doin drinks, throwin blows.. what! [Verse 1] Hate so thick when they know that you so sick Sick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip ships Pitch-black bitch from fools that pop shit Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage Blown ya mind with a poisonous verse, disperse ya team Let's battle for ya change, whips, cash, and cream What? Sinister Sounds C.E.O., see me flow Break niggaz apart like C3P-O Y'all herbs ain't lethal, y'all niggaz is small people I crush you with a two ton verse, unrehearsed They question the validity cuz they see me with us three Trust me, it'll take a lot for you to crush me Your wife is a hussie, your crew; they hush-puppies Try to bite like sharks, but get ate like guppies Try to play me, look at the fuckin monster y'all made FUCK Rawkus! I'm sharper than any razor blade On this one here, I'ma go straight for the jugular SongtexteBrain and Jared, straight up be fuckin each other (faggots) In the ass, straight gas without the Texaco I'm next to blow, like Molokov's in ya car window And your artists could say they names thirty times in a song Niggaz ain't gon' remember once Sahdeeq get on And after this y'all could all go and make a diss song Or put a stamp on a bomb and mail it to ya moms [Hook x2: w/ talking in background] Cuz straight like that I'ma tell the world you wack Straight like that Won't you take that knife out my back Straight like that I'ma smack you with the back of the gat Straight like that You blast at me, I'll blast back [Verse 2] I got the fever baby... I'm hot and I'm sweaty I bring the drama to you fake-ass bookstore revolutionaries And all y'all niggaz think y'all know my steez, please I moved everything, from coke to trees And every pull that I moved, I always was that new nigga I'm used to the hate, so watch how I do niggaz Duke you straight crab-cake, I'll put you on Gave ya first check, and your first artist the pen And you overpaid street-team niggaz, shut ya trap When ya label done, you'll be back to flips it in Craps They got all y'all under pressure, but not me though I gots no company whip, or Company Flow And Black Shawn you can go 'head and smoke some more dust Sinister Sounds, ain't none of y'all niggaz fuckin with us And Pharoahe you my nigga, but ya manager a bitch A mega, traitor -- push you down the escalator This for Arnold, Jason, and Dilo All you die-hard Rawkus fans just don't know The label is obsolete, I bomb ya fleet Move discrete, served the charge for a couple of weeks Didn't let my shit bump, Y'ALL NIGGAZ IS CHUMPS! So like camel backs, I'm leavin ya dome with two lumps You get rained on, better yet, get pissed on This nigga is PISSED OFF, you boys rippin me off [Hook x2] [Sahdeeq talking] Y'all lil' faggots up here, can't stop nothin, knah'mean Word up, Never Say Never, yaknah'mean Shabaam Sahdeeq word up.. Sinister Sounds Raptivism, the next fuckin chapter, ya'know... Word up, straight like that BK - NJ shit yaknah'mean Run up in ya motherfuckin Christmas party and spray shit Fuckin homos, word up.. Fuck Rawkus, eat a dick... Aus Songtexte Mania