Street Military - Another Hit lyrics

[Hook (chopped and screwed): ] Please can I have another hit! (Street Military!) [Verse 1: Pharaoh] It takes a hell of a competitor to get rid of me And if you think you can take me out Then run up and let's see I'm telling you nah, I ain't no punk so all you hoes looka here Everyday I'm full of that herb so you're dead if you come near Saaay, fool I'm the Pharaoh from South Park 56 on your block I come up off a (belmark) Running off at the mouth, saying things ya might not like But really I don't give a damn cause I get paid for what I write AK-47, Mac-11, and the squad game The things I maintain To send your a** down the drain No man, I feel worse then Tyson I swing before the bell even rings So fat ladies stand by to sing cause its over Once I leave em laying out cold You see I scope em and scar em Instead of boring them hoes And laws be watching me down because I'm known to click So now I click to a beat and send it to you as a hit (Hook) [Verse 2: ???] Well I be chillin I be up in (???) in my block Where the fools laugh and talk about the n***as they pop I like them freakin little poochies Go ahead little hoochie My n***a knuckle fired up Watch the (freak out that) coochie I know you wanna catch me slippin But I never be caught And see how many words are said with this gauge in your mouth I'm from (a city) so you know my posse's coming in flocks You better duck when I aim cause I ain't giving no warning shots My homie (steady bee) is like a titan Fred and koolie g rap are all bone hard (fighters) So what you hoes wanna do next Knowing that I'm a threat I'm willing to bet by time this EP (det) I'll be makin 6 digit checks You can take it as a diss But add it to the list Stay off my dick another f**ing hit (Hook) [Verse 3: ???] I sit back and relax, then I wait for competition to take What I make and send hella points to the feds Who's next to flex with the best and get a foot in they chest From a test and get a cardiac arrest I'll be damned If I go (??) who comes across the boss and get tossed cause I never lost Got more juice then the rain and the thunderstorm Pack my ship because I ain't's to get clicked on I got the gangsta tone in the danger zone I'm known to pull the chrome and crack a s**as dome Whoever compete take a seat cause they can't beat Thinkin they swole they get drove to the concrete Whoever tried to manifest get put to a test number one bodyguard big dog and he'll choke ya to d**h Street military can't quit While I'm full of that splif I'll be thinkin of another hit (Hook) [Verse 4: Icy Hott] My name is Icy hot and I'm coming from the clock If you got the herb then I got the spark Fighting in the streets like a donkey going wild I knocked out ya teeth it been a year since you smiled Layed up in the hospitial smelling like piss Tellin the doctor you got hit with a brick when you knew it was my fist Street military pimpin hoes cause we rough n***as Packing butcher knifes, black pumps with faded triggers I seen the (laws drippin) with duck as I get full I lock on my Glock like a red nosed pit bull I'm going crazy like I'm on a pea farm You walk up too quick, and you just might get strong armed Bout time I get rich Making money from my sh** And having fits because I made another hit!