Ricky Fitz - VivaLaDation lyrics

[Intro: Jon Murdock] Get blindsided, there's no survivin' Wave the iron, sound the siren, yo [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] Sound the siren, a pound of iron, no survivin' Pistol down your throat, pull it out, perform the Heimlich Maneuver with Rugers, it's useless to do sh** A nuisance since flu kicks, with two clips of Yusef Like you're drunk, step hop, spit the way the TEC pop Sixty second, set clock, the tool can catch a head shot Pack a pistol properly, pull robberies and probably Run in your house with guns out, my people follow me [Verse 2: Lex Starwind] Hypotheses for these rhyme odysseys, roasts gotta be The modern-day audible oracle bringing these prophecies He who hath faith to go against these rhymin' fakes Hold the fire in his soul then none shall try and take Try and face X the Pimp, smack taste, the track's laced Get your facts straight, cats bamboozle with black face Delacroix what I'm saying, y'all believe it or not There's a lot of sh** in rotation that really ain't hot [Verse 3: Ricky Fitz] Yo, I told y'all, that y'all ain't f**ing with this The infamous scientist, floats of diminished kids f** the innocent, everybody's a victim Shotguns to your chest, dog, I dampen your vision Rhyme for rhyme, every time, I'm rippin', every time I'm kickin' Split the uprights to end your mission Ricky Fitz, ahead of you, listen, heard you f*ggots is snitchin' My team will leave you in a pine box, missin' [Verse 4: Jon Murdock] Spin position, twisted, statistics, I'll flip sh** Foundation clique, click, pop, you on some slick sh** From dawn to dusk, armed with what? Armed with mad weapons, kid, bomb you up I know this b**h named Cagney, drove an old Cadi' Kept weed in baggies, raggedy clothes, nasty Worked for the Jakes when she got hemmed up Then next year, I seen the b**h with the car rimmed up [Verse 5: Lex Starwind] And the frostbit cuffs with the shoes to match Kept an ill thong broad with the Gucci straps And her hair in a doobie wrap, wild b**h When she strip, taste my dick like a Scooby Snack Where your crew be at when X ride on the beat? Son, I'm fly like a hawk, keep my eye on the street 7:30 early, dirty, get hit with the desert birdy I'ma make it, couldn't shake it 'cause my foundation sturdy