The Hillside Scramblers - Here We Come lyrics

(feat. INF-Black, Letha Face) [Intro: INF-Black] Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! [U-God] I got a d**hwish, my playlist is wreckless Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe The magnetic flux, in the all black tux' And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts I devour the cuts with a power packed punch And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun That go through your shield, is he really that Hill? Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel Let the beats collide, with the d**h-defyin' sk** And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers That insert the danger with a touch of a finger [Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)] Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!) [INF-Black] Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth f** thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, b**h Learned you was livewire, mafia lie You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down 4-5 pounds out the gate, n***a, slow down I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound It's the sh** that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound [Chorus] [Hook: INF-Black] n***as keep talkin', better keep walkin' Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin' Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin' [Letha Face] I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand Unless you got that thang, in your hands Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna f** me And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me Trust me, I got my sh** on co*k So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart I swear to be my brother's keeper, til d**h do us part The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves n***a please, the trigger squeeze in every direction Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section And my posession is a deadly weapon This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, n***a, you suspect [Chorus]