Rza - On Tha Ground lyrics

"Down here on the ground" [x2] [Diaz] This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop Not that skinny b**h Cameron although she's hot Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me Any beat given to me, sh**, I'll close it down In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway [Petter (RZA)] Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler för dessa snubbars problem jag silar snacket på scen det är vad dom säger när jag har gått vad dom skriver på sitt nät hur jag lät, hur jag var vad jag sa, var jag bra var jag keff, var jag deff Var jag aight, var jag tight var jag nice, var jag bajs var jag ingenting alls var jag kung, var jag tung (f** that sh**) om du inte diggar min stil man (n***a, f** that sh**) [RZA] Don't f** with my money, son, don't f** with my b**h Don't f** with my lab and don't f** with my whip Don't f** with my j**els, my weed or my dip Or I might get the glock, son, and f** with this clip Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin' Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians [Feven] Yo Let the world witness some real sh** 'bout to go down RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound When it's laid, history already made We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin In act two, this is my chance to blast thru And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too "Down here on the ground" [x4] [RZA] n***a-n***a-n***a what? Down here on the ground, we f** n***az up We break sh** down, yo look The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders Best to back the f** up, my mag buckin' up The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya [Diaz] There's a lot of sh** that separates y'all from me I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit co*ky Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that co*k be Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance [Petter] Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav vi tar till publikhat det är alltid likadant, hör ditt prat I publikhav jag klarar mig själv fixar mitt sh** själv slashar mitt sh** väl drar in cash varje kväll ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll gå på scen I ett svart klädesställ jag är som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil jag är som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil [Feven] Let me bring more, spit more, kick more sh** I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's k**in' this "Down here on the ground" [x6]