Текст песни King Just - Can I Get Some
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[Intro]Hell yeahThis is how we supposed to doUh-huh, Black Fist we gon` do?[Chorus]Drop the grenade, niggas ain`t largerTime to get paid, you`re in the alarmRappers get slayed, and they cause no harmI`m about to lay, hey, can I get some?[King Just]Yo, come get a fuckin taste of realityCasualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxyBattle me, your styles a game like SorryOr like Atari, I`m gnarly just like a HarleyDavidson, I take on the bravest oneAnd turn into that bitch ass nigga he wasCuz, ain`t no fakin and no playinAnd every word that I say, is every word that I`m slayinOh God, why do they think I`m broadIs it my lyrics is hard or is I`m wit the MobFrom the Six, now all these rappers talkin shitBut I must be schemin on my life to make hitsBlack Fist on the rise, oh now you`re surprisedYa niggas don`t exist, like fuckin pens you pryBut I`mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meatFuckin wit Just, that`s like swimmin in Shit`s CreakWit diarrhea, oh mamma miaSkills is ill, real faster than a cheetahIn a jungle, and I`mma watch ya empire crumbleIf rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble[Chorus][King Just]Back up, back up, yes Zoo`s in townWit the new twist and a brand new soundWhat you want? Ya niggas ain`t ready for warCuz it take ten more, before I get rawHardcore, off the wall hip hopNonstop, settin up shop on your blockWit glocks, let ya brain rotMob tactics, bustin shots, there`s a freeze on the popWhat blood clot? Means no money, no honeyAnd that`s what make us better than you dummiesSayin all types of shit like Shaolin wouldn`t lastBut just like an automobile you been gassedPassed, just like the rest, you wanna come for testMy brain`s half rhyme, the other half cessI`ve been blessed wit the successWhat did you except? Look at the way I catch wetFrom the projects, and I`mma live hereTil I die, gettin high, Shaolin Soldiers take over in `95And I`mma make sure all my shit is rawFor ya niggas who front, spell it backwards, war[Chorus][King Just]Hey good lookin, what you got cookinPack your nerve quick, I have this in the street shookinThe fucked up, niggas better duckSomebody call a bomb squad, cuz I`m about to blow upBoom, there goes the buildingThe bomb makes a killa stackin loot to the ceilingWho dwellin and dealin, maybe I got the fuckin feelinThat I`mma make platinum, I gots to see the millionI`m destined to buck fuckin wild just like a WesternThey goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessionsAin`t no second guessin, I`m back, where`s ya heart at?Shaolin`s on the map, Zoo niggas attackThe track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minuteAnd as long as I`m in it, boy, I`mma finishA M.C. off, they got lost and tossed by the sourceCuz I pay the cost to be the bossYou get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled BannerSlammin shit more harder than fuckin Thor`s hammerThe ill manner, wit ill grammarWhen I get mad, I turn the opposite of fuckin David BammerThe incredible, unedible, turn backwardsTerrible, cock a phony rappers offa pedestal[Chorus][Interlude]Yeah, how we on that Shaolin Soldier shitKing Just, the Mystics of the GodSex, Money, and Cess and the Blas`e Blah[Chorus]