Starang Wondah - Ghetto LIke D&D lyrics

[Scratch Hook] {x2} "It's real" "Ghetto like D&D" "All" "Stars" "Bad on the mic" "It's real" "Ghetto like D&D" "All" "Stars" "For you" [Verse One: Krumb Snatcha] I'm more complex than a Cubix when invading your spot Peak out a 100 watts, watch your eardrums pop Got this rap sh** locked Plus I'm holding the master Key for you to see and I'm stepping to snatch ya Capture melodies like felonies on run Watch ya brain burst spitting this verse through the tongue Human magnum It's aiming and I'm ready to discharge To kick hard like kung-fu flicks in ya mix god Blaze through flannel And rearrange and change like channels Come through, destroy you and your hip hop panels Making your head jerk till ya neck hurt Lyrical expert Set it up, bomb the perimeter [Verse Two: Teflon] Y'all n***as is bringing knives to a gunfight I'm one hype motherf**er that come right At all times See me on The Chorus Line Eight bars and pa** Give us four stars It's the all-star cast line up n***a ya time's up We comin' at cha And after Krumb Snatcha snatch ya worldly possessions I got strict orders to clap ya Six oughta relax ya One to the melon for good measure To let y'all n***as know the type of sh** that we after [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Q-Ball] Yo it's the Q-B so watch what you saying Your mouth is writing checks that yo a** ain't paying While your team brick laying we got dream team stats QNC, heavy cream cats, my car gleam wax You trying to get a b**h while we trying to get rich My leather bu*ton up stitch Trunk smell like snitch Your whole style glitch Fire squad up off the handle NYC scandal Bald headed mic vandal [Verse Four: Curt Cazal] It's um, we two On this paper chase caper Eight precise figures, fade n***as like a taper At 20 inch on your BM's type sh** We on And shine like the glimmer off my charm It's like Lyrical harm when the piece touch my palm It's the storm before the calm John Blaze, four alarm With that [?] For you and your whole clique Knock the screws out [?] and bomb your whole sh** [Verse Five: Starang Wondah] Ayo we scheme on the riches Got cars and b**hes Put these rappers under pressure Till they break like dishes Got y'all n***as saying "aah ooh" Y'all know who this is Call mad rappers out, my crew give n***as the business Some say we belong in a Cage like Nicholas Gauge inconspicuous Mad n***as come out but then look ridiculous Cause Starang always be on some different sh** Either on the move or on the ave just kicking it Trying to move fast Or driving by slow smoking weed with hash So don't ask The M.F.C B.C.C Ghetto like D&D on MTV [Scratch Hook]