Bomb Squad - What Side You On? lyrics

[Verse 1] It's overtime so the lyric They fear it When they hear it The flow 100 miles and runnin And Get near it And go Check it out Go To the race Give the drummer a taste The ba** iz commin commin s**as runnin from it Damn, why you call him the man Here I am scramm Never ran Never fight the black From Iraq Or Iran Who bombed Japan Blood on his hands Part of a plan He don't really believe In uhh! God damn If it comes down to shuttin Them down I'm in the hood surrounded, Tell em I'm grounded I'm on that psycho an*lytical Tip if politics iz stickin to The mix Like tricks I'm one more time givin time Where the rhyme go Elite to the street To the brothers doing d**h row (So where ya at If the beat ain't fat) Say what [Verse 2] C'mon And get some Rattle rattle Kiss and I hum Come can you Get it on the one C'mon pick it up Pick it at Pack it at Pack it up To the black Who be talkin Where they at Where they at Wicked wild Feelin irie Not sorry Get it see it written down in a diary Same say f** all dat Political sh** But wanna get paid when Their brains in the low grade Nowhere to run/here they come come Nowhere to run/here they come come Nowhere to run/here they come come Nowhere to run/here they come come Nowhere to run/here they come come [Verse 3] I'm a fan first I reverse another trick verse To the point Where I can rock dis funky joint In the brain game, I'm keepin my head clear In 33 years so what I never had a beer I don't know what I'm missin I'm not dissin But I know I ain't a** kissin Time to draw the line This time the rhyme Got da good guy goin gettin da nine Cause I know the hoody Got it good wit the hitman Can I get a hitman Know I'm duckin nat quicksand The funky automatic Handlin static Sellin out I ain't good at it When I got bumbed I'm gonna open up Hitt em up stone to da bone But it ain't gotta be like that And thats that Can u tell me yall...what All in wit the law They fall in The great white hole where they Be sellin their soul Never get enough They be talkin dat roughneck sh** Be comin they quit f** dat blood iz thicker Than water sh** That sh** iz counterfeit Devil go where da shoe fit Black mans law iz raw like Africa You violate Were comin after ya They're here