Down Low Recka - 5 Elements lyrics

Motherf**kin gp in the motherf**kin house With shorty shy (rubbabandz) Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain Crab n***as, I recon, you recognize the grain I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust Raps n***as collapse, in fact turn to slush It only takes a second to die It only takes a minute to get high The hoods that I run with really don't care Bustin at God with our pistols in the air (pop da brown hornet) No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherf**k them horses I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger I live day by day, but my mind set on the future Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions Got sh** locked like state prisons Mc destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya When I'm red n***as die from paranoia Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not Or I'll be runnin sh** in ya' spot Die hard, crackin sh**, like ty cobb Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai Then blow the smoke all in your eye You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it That's why you wanna constantly rewind it (down low reka) Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics like flint With style that you can inhale and get the n***a bent Cash rules, no choice but bein top biller Have ya blinded by the fire like that b**h in the k**er You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms That's acquired to break down immune systems In any battle i'm-a come in first With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a f**kin curse I like s** after ballentine triple x Understandin, I run through hoes like barry sanders n***as get lost in the land Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand (shyheim) I'm-a live shorty, word up, the sh** ain't hard to tell I k** verses, just like, napsilnac to s**m cells My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains The rugged child be bringin drama to your system like d** Live and direct, from new york like lugz Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that a** lynched You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch Kid, I be just f**kin in the cut, on some shaolin what Jiggy-june bust a nut (junelover) Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher n***as you don't really wanna see the God hyper Active, make teachers run back for practice And tell they proteges, they can't f**k with the tactics So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge You put your best man, even if he went to college With this mutation, I serve like a chef What do you know, I be that n***a squeezin air from your last breath Got you gaspin from suffocation Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic f*ggot, now put an h on your chest and handle Whatever comes at ya, best beleive i'ma gat ya Now move back from this jack, you can't touch it Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked a** manager Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil Causin me to to hurt innocent people n***as playin hard rocks on the wrong block Thinkin it be you until I let the nine Glock Pa-pop, my man sh**ted all in his pants It's the same old song and dance And I'm out motherf**kers!