Rottin to Da Core

Typed by: kevingauden@btinternet.com *<br><br>* send all corrections to this typist<br><br>[Supreme C]<br>Lick off a shot, I like drama hot<br>A strain on my brain make me kill your blood clot<br>So when you `treat, make sure you got a shield<br>Cos on the real-to-real I make your body stand still<br>Watch your back, I get dim like the night<br>In and out of sight to hit that ass up right<br>Straight from the jungle where I call the zoo<br>A major breakthrough, Jersey comin through<br>A straight line I walk, from Ill Town to Newark<br>Back and forth to pack stacks and vaults<br>Troopin (troopin) just like the soldier<br>Even if yer stiff like a boulder<br>You`ll still get run over<br>Raise the stakes, all the winner takes<br>Lyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakes<br>I puff lye`s, doing double I, till I die<br>An` everybody get high<br><br>[Headache]<br>Ill to Cruddy Click<br>Will leave you flattened it`s so simple<br>Playin` little fags out like a game of Nintendo<br>Nobody can see this B.G., that`s hard to deal with<br>Punks knuckle up and they better.........<br><br>[Road Dawgs]<br>Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth?<br>This tracks makes me wanna grab my gat<br>And lick off a shot through the roof<br>I`m straight blasted, everybody`s askin`<br>Can it be the 6`3" G runnin rampant<br>Bangin in your ear drum<br>When I`ve finished niggas`ll know what`s here from<br>Them other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one<br><br>[Headache]<br>I`m quick enough to hit em high with the Double I<br>I`m lettin you know right now I`m not to try to die<br>Load up the clip for clicks who wanna start beef<br>To be raised in the hood, you`ve gotta have heart, chief<br>Headache is the name<br>Catchin wreck is the game<br>When I`m battle MC`s I go tear em out the picture frame<br><br>[Road Dawgs]<br>Who wanna try to ???? big booty, niggas, what`s happenin?<br>From ???? to 1-18 Dionna Warwick can`t keep us gangstas from rappin<br>This is the Road Dawgs<br>Rollin` wid the Double I crew, we got it locked<br>From the westside of Inglewood to Bangkok<br>I drop slang, let my nutz hang<br>Bustas can`t handle us, from here to Los Angeles<br>Niggas hoo-bang<br><br>[Black of Zoo Crew]<br>Yo, this Black, I`m representin the motherfuckin Zoo Crew<br>I got my man Sup C in the motherfuckin` house<br>I got my man Headache in the motherfuckin` house<br>I got Dueja, I got my motherfuckin people<br>The Road Dawgs, Rottin Razkals, and the Cruddy Click<br>And yo, my man K-Boogie on this track<br>And now we gonna do it like this<br>If you pussies can`t give us our props<br>Don`t come to Jersey and do no shows thinkin that they`re sold out, nigga<br><br>Chorus-X2<br>It`s like that y`all, and we don`t stop<br>It`s like that y`all, lick of a motherfuckin shot<br><br>[Dueja]<br>Left to right, right to left I fight to death<br>Mentally mad, I`m insane, but I`m the best<br>Cos I flip shit, get niggas lifted<br>And then I creep to the naughty play ground<br>Way down in jungle deep<br>To smell the indo comin` from the steps<br>As I walk down the block, niggaz throwin up the set<br>Double I, for life, if you slip, you`re get dealt with quick<br>My brotha Gutter shakled up behind the steel strips<br><br>[Cruddy Click]<br>Cruddy quality is heavy duty<br>You never knew me, pull no stu-dy<br>To hide the 30 to life, my ??? roll on niggas who try and do me<br>I send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like ????<br>Not even a scout can find your whereabouts<br>You motherfuckers can lobby together, that makes it better<br>For the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasion<br>And I must seriously doubt if you can find a passage out<br>You ego maniac, ???? get blowed out<br>When I showed out<br>Ill Town``s how I stand for mind<br>Get props to Alpine, rip rhymes<br>Designed with Cruddy types of obstacles<br>It`s not impossible<br>Your niggaz is unstoppable<br><br>[Diesel - Rottin Razkals]<br>Hold your horses<br>The lyrical force is about to toss this<br>Standin in the column with no draws or losses<br><br>[Fam - Rottin Razkals]<br>I come to make a mess<br>And put a disorder on anything in order<br>Sorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta<br><br>[Diesel]<br>Prepare for the worst<br>Once my verse hits the earth<br>Competition`s in fear, I could make a star burst<br><br>[Fam]<br>Wish it weren`t trouble<br>We get it on the Double (I)<br>Necks get ripped in a rumble<br>You stumble, fumble, then crumble<br>Nigga<br><br>[Diesel]<br>Frustration influencin my attitude and mood<br>Not in the mood to hear it<br>So kid, don`t step near it<br><br>[Fam]<br>We ain`t gotta prove naythin<br>Zip up your lip, cool with the basin<br>Recognize and realize<br>Open your eyes, look who you`re facin<br>I`ve been BEAT UP<br>THROWN ALL AROUN<br>BURNS ON MY FACE<br>SLAMMED ON THE GROUND<br><br>[Diesel]<br>The microphone is taken<br>You must have been mistaken<br>If your thought I was fakin<br>Swinger, ain`t perpertratin<br><br>[Fam]<br>So if you wanna be down<br>Just step up, step up<br>And if your pockets are too heavy<br>You can give it up, yeah<br><br>[Diesel]<br>Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livin<br>Cross the I once and it ain`t no forgivin (forgivin)