[Production byTy Fyffe & Erick Sermon]
[Intro]
W.. F.. D.. S..
Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man
(Rock da spot)
Hah, aiyyo hah-hah
Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah
Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo
[Verse 1]
Damn, I'm the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated a**ault, against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
It's mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
b**h, walk the walk if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock respect due
I's a nice n***a that wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the body of Christ
Twice, E Double if you feel me hit me once
(A breaker one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to you, family and friends
Let me cut the bullsh**, just hand me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you were Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer
Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L
Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
f** that, still walk out holdin' my strap, blood, grabbing my weiner
[Hook]
Rock da spot
Yo
[Verse 2]
Now first of all I go for broke
Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke
Can't tell whether male or female
I f**ed up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my dick
Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo'
b**h, about nine inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make 'em sh**
I shines MC's up for auction
So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy
Down and turn into an a**-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherf**ers on them Benetton
Billboards, he's bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda' knew Def Squad crew is who I k** for
Push the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
sh** like that get me vexed
So I crack your a** like corn while your b**h crack my Beck's
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper
Sorceror offin y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week
Freak, smokin that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
College radio, know I mack sh** like Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
I oughta' be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your door
Real raw, sh** you never seen before
So when you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let your conscience be free
And get money, and G's and roll these trees
[Hook]
[Outro]
This is DJ Saywhat on this motherf**er
Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City