Scott Free - Bloodsport lyrics

[Intro] Turn them heaadphones up, yeah To my man n***a-No, yo, k**a Bee, no doubt [Verse 1: Havoc] I kick that progress and to that dumb n***a God bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullsh** Now you rock a vest, scared to d**h while you walking f** the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin We blowin n***as, heart attack stroking n***as Provoking n***as, sh**tin all over n***as You rollin thick, but yo the Mobb rollin thicker Get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya But f** that, stickin with the gat is quicker Scared to come around my corner, you a** n***a Do it your way all day, fake sh** What you gonna do outta town, play b**h? And run like a f*ggot switch take the whole sh** And show the world don't sweat it baby girl I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem You all f**ed up like a offbeat blend I send messages that you couldn't read clear Try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear Take it as a letter but I'm not sincere [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo, this ain't rap, it's bloodsport Your life cut short, you fell short The pressure's on high, full court My team form k**er instincts and fire arms Dangerous thug minds and brainstorm wars A life of a wild rebel, who run wild Click (Blaow-blaow) n***a lay down, queer stay down P a disappear in hydro cloud While you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead, get ninja'd I creep quiet, keep the live n***a inching, listen Who are you to throw your fist in? Hit like a b**h Run like a f*ggot and take the whole sh** That's it, I had to pa** here with the sh** It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get You want to talk tough and get all delinquent You find yourself all bloodied up and shameded Me and my man pioneered this violent n***a rap sh** Bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughing What's up there? Let's take you there and touch something I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic for that Capable of combat, P counterattack In some hot wheels, sending shots out from the back It was a foul way to go, Kicko You know the ropes so (Bloodsport, mothaf**a) [Hook: Havoc] Ayo, the rottweiler, chew in chew out a** n***as Pull em on your collar and let the lights dimming And you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality juice Fatality too, this rap sh** is the b**h you shouldn't married into To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable It's all good, read em on the humble And while you shinin in the spotlight I got this dot right, the aimed right a stoplight The trife life, ain't no part two's When it's over it's over you hit, now send your soldier lease through