- Inspectah Deck That S*!t 歌詞
- Inspectah Deck
- (Intro: Inspectah Deck)
Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah
Lets stand up yall
What up, we on the rise
10304 types
Move with The Movement
Its like Roy Jones said
Whats that son
Yall must of forgot or sutten word
Yo INS
(Inspectah Deck)
We love fast cash, trickin on a few girls
Spazzin like the yellow cab, through the new world
I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks
On some Wu *****t, two chicks shootin my flicks
Might creep through ya town all wrong
Half a bone, twenty inch chrome
Illuminatin off ya dome
Like OT status, the one to get at
Never sweat that, Im focused at the X on the map
Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached
Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat
***** the media hype, Im into Stereotype
Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced
Now the parasite blined by your neon light
Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see
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Heads get ripe off-a this
Thug all night off-a this
Ladies fight off-a this
This is That *****t
The Projects flip off-a this
The trees get lent off-a this
Crash your whip off-a this
Cuz this is That *****t
(Inspectah Deck)
Yeah yeah, *****z stay showin they teeth, knowin they weak
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat
Roamin the streets, slowin the Jeeps, ownin the beat
No sleep, chasinpapers, stay focused, its deep
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate
Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque
Been around the world, put a house on the hill
But still greasy like the corner store grill
We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price
Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life
See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on
Movin in the Ucon, schoolin all the new borns
Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin out ya outfit
Lovin how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it
Big boys step through, they all step aside
They all mesmurised man, yall recognise
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(Inspectah Deck)
Heads get ripe off-a this
Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness
Screamin high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness
In the pits where its high risk, I work the Night*****ft
Like this, like that, put pressure on rap
Cheques stack, watch a *** trap
Shorty through an X in my yac
Caddy stretched black, dont question the fact
I lay my head back, spazzin off a new Meth track
Count **** *, bag green, blue, purple and brown
Crown King with my down Queen lurkin the town
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin big
Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig
For the fugitives and big timers throwin bricks
Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this
Son hit it like Arabs, the world dont curb haters
Dont quit ya day job, ya girl know the words
(Chorus)
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