Murs - The Animal lyrics

[Verse 1: Phonte of Little Brother] I heard your style and I beat you n***a Your whole album I sleep through n***a 'Cuz 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance And tell 'em to pick up ya people n***a Don't call pharocon to squash it Better yet call the sheriff And the coroner's office Tell 'em there's a dead body In the corner of Lawson In Austin, I would proceed with caution These motherf**a's really think the 'Te done lost it He sold a couple records now they think he flossin' But I ain't stopped battling, I just stopped rattling Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all were making me nauseous Understand f**a I'm gon win regardless I still got the hunger pains from my apartment When me and 9th were both splittin' cans of StarKist Arguing about who LP was the hardest And a hand full of CD's ready to burn Some real hip hop for your listening nerves A year later hooked up with a n***a named Murs Now everybody play our records for they women and churn Jay-Lee got the Eastcoast getting the loot Living Legends on the Westcoast, ready to shoot Get ourselves while they call up the troops Phonte Taylor made for the game y'all just following suits [hook] Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that You want beef motherf**a nevermind that (And if he owe me money, b**h n***a betta find that) We animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that So let me know where ya mind at? (what!) [Verse 2: Murs] Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange Keep ya ear to the speaker, quit ignoring the names Welcome to the next level, top floor in the game Felize done hooked up with a clubbed-out n***a so Skip the sidekick, I'm a nextel n***a If I hit ya on the chirp, with a verse you better roger that Picture word-perfect from the land where the Dodgers at Trying to get some money with some p**y on the side of that Never have to ask where my k**as or my riders at But when fake gangstas try to find where them dollars at Go to any city where there's pretty ma's to holla at The illest in your state, one on the tour-date And more-great, than your grandfather's father 'Te I know it gotta hurt a man they stand by the slaughter Oughta be locked away when I rock this way Get rocked on the airwaves but not for play If my heart should stop and I drop today I went against all odds and I got my way [hook] Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that You want beef motherf**a nevermind that (And if he owe me money, b**h n***a betta find that) We animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that So let me know where ya mind at? (what!)