XO
You know what, you can't come floppin' that shit
If you run up, guess what, I'm stoppin' that shit
Still can't figure out nothin' or find flaws
Take the Pauls, better recognize bodies on the lawn
If you see such, might touch, home is the crutch
Roll the dutch with the bunch of we never have enough
Hold steady for the lyrical melee with delicate rhymes
An alphabetical order of one at a time
Should we break it up? Welcome the true while you fearin' it
And lookin' at the youth, whatcha gonna do? They hearin' it
Don't hate your face, still in the air lookin' at
You made me twist you up, you're all crooked now
Take a step back sucker, you get spit on
Payback comin' from all of those you shit on (why?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you
Check the mic cord every place I roam
And all the bullshit cease when I pull my chrome
It's automatic, drastic the way I blow you
Incredible and unforgettable
I make you bounce to the rhythm, what counts, I hit 'em
Straight ounce of venom and great amounts of visim
I'm the psycho lookin' for the prey
All the way out in the boondocks with the AK on (rrah!)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
The hand on the clock's tickin', the plot thickens
Time runnin' out, you can't hide from the gat clickin' punk
Hit the floor rhyme to even the score, people
We'll be hearin' about the way ya were in folklore
'Cause MC's amaze and the people you knew were rippin' up
Rollin' em up with weed then spliff 'em, I got the need
Say what, what, you want somethin' to pump up
Jump up just like a record that cut up
Try to nut up think it's funny
I'll wrap your ass up like the mummy
With rhymes, suckas they run from me
Wanna get away, that's a better way, ya heard
Tell me the word and kilts comin' with poison verbs
And vocab suckas be leavin' out on the slab
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
(So what? So what?)
If you run up, guess what, I'm stoppin' that shit
Still can't figure out nothin' or find flaws
Take the Pauls, better recognize bodies on the lawn
If you see such, might touch, home is the crutch
Roll the dutch with the bunch of we never have enough
Hold steady for the lyrical melee with delicate rhymes
An alphabetical order of one at a time
Should we break it up? Welcome the true while you fearin' it
And lookin' at the youth, whatcha gonna do? They hearin' it
Don't hate your face, still in the air lookin' at
You made me twist you up, you're all crooked now
Take a step back sucker, you get spit on
Payback comin' from all of those you shit on (why?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you
(So what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch what? I see you
Check the mic cord every place I roam
And all the bullshit cease when I pull my chrome
It's automatic, drastic the way I blow you
Incredible and unforgettable
I make you bounce to the rhythm, what counts, I hit 'em
Straight ounce of venom and great amounts of visim
I'm the psycho lookin' for the prey
All the way out in the boondocks with the AK on (rrah!)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
The hand on the clock's tickin', the plot thickens
Time runnin' out, you can't hide from the gat clickin' punk
Hit the floor rhyme to even the score, people
We'll be hearin' about the way ya were in folklore
'Cause MC's amaze and the people you knew were rippin' up
Rollin' em up with weed then spliff 'em, I got the need
Say what, what, you want somethin' to pump up
Jump up just like a record that cut up
Try to nut up think it's funny
I'll wrap your ass up like the mummy
With rhymes, suckas they run from me
Wanna get away, that's a better way, ya heard
Tell me the word and kilts comin' with poison verbs
And vocab suckas be leavin' out on the slab
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, guess what? I see you (so what?)
Whatcha gonna do? I got mad crew
You on the camera, bitch, what? I see you
(So what? So what?)
Credits
Writer(s): Chi Cheng, Stephen Carpenter, Chino Camilo Moreno, Abe Cunningham, Frank Delgado
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