4th Disciple - Get it Started lyrics

[Chorus 2X: King Just] We came to get it started We came to act retarded My squad is so damn heartless We gonna rep regardless [Eyeslow] You just gotta hear me out with this rhyme How it raised in Sin City, where you can get clapped for a dime Running your mouth and snitching, get you clapped with the iron That just leads to more stress, more drama and crying In my hood, everything is a crime I know 8 year olds, with cell phones, crack, vest and a nine On they own, invested in time, call Murda for work Sha let you invest in the dime I'm the bud in the Dolce Gabana, fitted hat Eyeslow still puffing, while I'm gripping the llama Yeah, these n***as don't want no drama How I got heavy artillery and too much armor Drug kids get smacked and run to your mama n***as don't want it, man, I'm quick with the llama Mopping you, you so soft, fit for the drama I'm the period, n***a, you the slash and the comma, yeah [Chorus 2X] [D.C.] That boy, be the type to handle my business Making cowards roll over like cellular minutes If it's a club, you can tell when we in it In the back wit the mack and the twenty sack, inhaling the spinach D.C.'s one hell of a n***a Cuz you can catch me anytime, anyplace, like a felony, n***a Practice booth, I spit til I crack this booth Crack a smile til I crack your tooth, that's the truth Why I got D.C. here to carry the torch Put your brains in the bag and let you carry your thoughts And nah, I ain't your average sport I went form bankrupt to bankroll, four-five-sixes til the bank close Chain block, save the same musician in the same quote Getting cheddar, ducking the same po's, in plain clothes Tim Brown, little brown brother, let the pound stutter Rounds flooded you clowns, utter the Don say I'm gutter [Chorus 2X] [King Just] Speak when spoken too, I'm not you Plus you can't do, what I can do Lose you in thoughts, with all types of source Park Hill, east barricks, holding the fort Teach what is taught, and show support K.J., here to save the day, I relit the torch Hope the competition steps it up Cash Rule, why you think in God we trust? Build your house, while I build my community I rock the emblem upside down, for the mutinity Future of the industry, and you ain't got to feel me Simile Himalayas, source like Eric B Open sesame, you won't get the rest of me The street be stressing me to come out immediately So I drop, make it hot on the spot We gon' bump this sh**, whether you like it or not [Chorus 2X] [Leathafase] This is the k**zone, my nine mil drills through domes And then spins you similar to 26 inch chromes, holmes Your bones is made of foam, your jaws made of gla** And your veins pump cherry Kool-Aid, b**h n***a, you a** b**h tripping the gla** table, the weight so enormous Law enforcements study my picture perfect painted portraits Guns are gorgeous, my tongue sharper than a swordfish be Crispy clear, til the airs, the fear factor Ran rapper, heart colder than the continent of Antarctica Dominant when I blam the launcher Son, I'm amped enough to conquer a whole project block Or more longer that'll dump off in your hardest cops Soon as I let the pump off, the target is marked These pellets scattered in your heart means X marks the spot I got b**hes who s** dick like it was National Sperm Day You get murdered in broad day by my ratchet through word play [Chorus 2X]