They be Shook (feat. MF GUN)
Boyz in the house!
Seeing world through my glasses,
why's everyone so low?
Sabki kadien choti,
they be stuck around my toes
They be threatening a kill
but getting murdered by a beat
Surfing middle sea
while teaching murder therapy
Got golden bars,
i don't chase jewellery shit
Raising level every second,
it is tough baring heat
Broken thermometer,
speedometer's going sick
I got devil tunes
just by pressing qwerty keys
Beast mode ON,
giving death sentence
I'm on crossroads,
at a drifting end
I keep my path straight,
which they tryna cut in half
And that is the point,
where they all get an "L"
Rakkhu sab real,
hona hai to 'sach' ho famous
Khudka badla waqth
as if in US next minute
Kaagaz pe jab ink,
shabd lage plain mirror
Sneeze hard on the mic,
I'm in love with paper (pepper)
Realest of all,
naa pata how to fake up
Chehre sabke same
but no two had the same cup
Khud se uthna seekha
tab seekhe saare manners
Liye saare Ls
and I came up with a ladder
Let me show you how G's turn it up
Addressing all of you hearin,
you finna burn this up
This flow takes you to the coast,
no cap shit
Deliver the news
while we G's deliver classics
Can't sit
gotta shift to other businesses
See your friends,
can tell where'd you get that snitch essence
My vision tells me
you're just the residue
Take me to your leader
got to kill him in a track or two
Wake up and you see your empire
gassed and trashed in fumes
Don't try to come at me,
might have to smash your crew
It's a recurrent job,
do it always
Fakers claiming to be gangsters
boasting a false case
All waste if you aren't respected
Check the guest list
You think I wasn't expected?
Quit rapping,
no one wants your metaphors
Now you set up for a war
which you never thought
Tell us more? Shut your mouth,
you hella bore
Your mother still regrets not having an abor
-tion
I know you want to live some posh, umm
And have a Porsche in the porch and get things all done
It's a rough ride homie,
it's a tough life you wish for,
press the key to your organ
Kaise karu harvest?
their ground ain't fruitful
Hunt 'em in second
kyunki mujhe lagi bhook khoob
Smoke 'em in a minute,
mai to bana baitha snoop khud
Mop 'em in a moment,
am I Mobb? kyunki booth shook
Chop 'em into pieces,
jab tha maksad inka bruise
Nocturnal ye,
so they wanna battle bruce (wayne)
Inke saath naa night sight,
can't fuck with my visions
Kaise tode mera flow
jinke bulbs khud hain fuse?
Lage mere muh
tab last wish du
Boyz in the house,
iss naam se sab mute
Kone mein jaa ro le
peeche pada jab haath dho ke
Tabhi paane inke geele
aur mere inpar khoon
Sick as always,
hona theek naa hai behtar
Mile maut jab,
tabbhi kandhe du naa kehkar
Iss pandemic se zyaada viral,
mere likkhe bars
Hui baatein bhaari roz,
i over-eat rappers
Knight on the mic,
into cooking sick vibe
When i fuck with the beats,
kyu ye bane 6ix9ine?
School se banaa mai qatil
tab du beats ko insaaf
See me chilling in the booth,
they get chills in their spines
Real shit buoy, this is real old school
Bewakoof bars inke kabar pe tab phool
When they couldn't get on beats,
how The Fuck will they on moon?
Tujhe roz dena dakhal, apni jeevan ka asool
Real shit buoy, this is real old school
Bewakoof bars inke kabar pe tab phool
When they couldn't get on beats,
how The Fuck will they on moon?
Tujhe roz dena dakhal, apni jeevan ka asool
Seeing world through my glasses,
why's everyone so low?
Sabki kadien choti,
they be stuck around my toes
They be threatening a kill
but getting murdered by a beat
Surfing middle sea
while teaching murder therapy
Got golden bars,
i don't chase jewellery shit
Raising level every second,
it is tough baring heat
Broken thermometer,
speedometer's going sick
I got devil tunes
just by pressing qwerty keys
Beast mode ON,
giving death sentence
I'm on crossroads,
at a drifting end
I keep my path straight,
which they tryna cut in half
And that is the point,
where they all get an "L"
Rakkhu sab real,
hona hai to 'sach' ho famous
Khudka badla waqth
as if in US next minute
Kaagaz pe jab ink,
shabd lage plain mirror
Sneeze hard on the mic,
I'm in love with paper (pepper)
Realest of all,
naa pata how to fake up
Chehre sabke same
but no two had the same cup
Khud se uthna seekha
tab seekhe saare manners
Liye saare Ls
and I came up with a ladder
Let me show you how G's turn it up
Addressing all of you hearin,
you finna burn this up
This flow takes you to the coast,
no cap shit
Deliver the news
while we G's deliver classics
Can't sit
gotta shift to other businesses
See your friends,
can tell where'd you get that snitch essence
My vision tells me
you're just the residue
Take me to your leader
got to kill him in a track or two
Wake up and you see your empire
gassed and trashed in fumes
Don't try to come at me,
might have to smash your crew
It's a recurrent job,
do it always
Fakers claiming to be gangsters
boasting a false case
All waste if you aren't respected
Check the guest list
You think I wasn't expected?
Quit rapping,
no one wants your metaphors
Now you set up for a war
which you never thought
Tell us more? Shut your mouth,
you hella bore
Your mother still regrets not having an abor
-tion
I know you want to live some posh, umm
And have a Porsche in the porch and get things all done
It's a rough ride homie,
it's a tough life you wish for,
press the key to your organ
Kaise karu harvest?
their ground ain't fruitful
Hunt 'em in second
kyunki mujhe lagi bhook khoob
Smoke 'em in a minute,
mai to bana baitha snoop khud
Mop 'em in a moment,
am I Mobb? kyunki booth shook
Chop 'em into pieces,
jab tha maksad inka bruise
Nocturnal ye,
so they wanna battle bruce (wayne)
Inke saath naa night sight,
can't fuck with my visions
Kaise tode mera flow
jinke bulbs khud hain fuse?
Lage mere muh
tab last wish du
Boyz in the house,
iss naam se sab mute
Kone mein jaa ro le
peeche pada jab haath dho ke
Tabhi paane inke geele
aur mere inpar khoon
Sick as always,
hona theek naa hai behtar
Mile maut jab,
tabbhi kandhe du naa kehkar
Iss pandemic se zyaada viral,
mere likkhe bars
Hui baatein bhaari roz,
i over-eat rappers
Knight on the mic,
into cooking sick vibe
When i fuck with the beats,
kyu ye bane 6ix9ine?
School se banaa mai qatil
tab du beats ko insaaf
See me chilling in the booth,
they get chills in their spines
Real shit buoy, this is real old school
Bewakoof bars inke kabar pe tab phool
When they couldn't get on beats,
how The Fuck will they on moon?
Tujhe roz dena dakhal, apni jeevan ka asool
Real shit buoy, this is real old school
Bewakoof bars inke kabar pe tab phool
When they couldn't get on beats,
how The Fuck will they on moon?
Tujhe roz dena dakhal, apni jeevan ka asool
Credits
Writer(s): Knight Mayor
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