'97 Mentality lyrics
[cappadonna]
Yo! it's the burial ground sound, dunn! It's real out here Staten island puttin chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it.. yo My devastatin hot '97 mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen, on the tv screen Gambino cappacino to the afro sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'donna nuclear freeze Through the damage to the wannabe flipmode and def squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out bon voyage Twenty-four diamond government named god Alias daryl hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, daryl jr. never eatin large Auntie dauntie sixteen holdin me down Aids of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin j-love to bring the pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-o sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the shaolin Defy interactive project children of the corn Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn 'donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over park hill, stapleton politic On a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? [ghostface] To the year born God all the gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-u to c-cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution (repeat 2x) ... To the year born God all the gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-u to c-cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year born God all the gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-u to c-cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year, to the year born God all the gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-u to c-cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution |
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