Supreme C - Da Cypha lyrics

INTRO: Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 The Clef is back with some adjustments Refugee camp [Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!] Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car HOOK: WooWooWooWooWoo Keys they goin in the trunk WooWooWooWooWoo Fiends they don't give a uh [Marie Antoinette] And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop Chick like me be chasin after cops And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Blah, blah, I got two hours to k** We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel [Supreme C] Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil n***a Since back in the days, before he was raised Ain't nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart n***a take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder fest, one of the best I'm gettin a**ets, collect a** bets, squat by your address I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you Why try to hide from accomplice vibe Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds Gamble and scramble, F what your man do It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you HOOK [Hope] I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm Pushing figures way to the back Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all About the night shifters, me, I'mma cypher drifter My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes HOOK 2X [Wyclef] October 31st I was standing by the sour These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie Like a super in the projects wantin rent money Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks I ain't even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump" You in Da Cypha HOOK OUTRO: Stay in the house when you hear WooWooWooWooWoo It means the murder's outside you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Where the real k**ers at you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Honey who chill with the gats you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Yo don't talk crap man WooWooWooWooWoo Just cuz your girl's wit you man WooWooWooWooWoo Cuz both o y'all gon go man WooWooWooWooWoo To a place where no man knows man WooWooWooWooWoo Femme fatale, Hope WooWooWooWooWoo Supreme C, kinda dope WooWooWooWooWoo Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs WooWooWooWooWoo Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp... WooWooWooWooWoo...