Ty Fyffe - Rock Da Spot lyrics

[Production byTy Fyffe & Erick Sermon] [Intro] W.. F.. D.. S.. Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man (Rock da spot) Hah, aiyyo hah-hah Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo [Verse 1] Damn, I'm the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's Aggravated a**ault, against an MC Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees It's mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness b**h, walk the walk if you talk the talk I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one With a tape deck, if it's feasible Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe But I get you souped when I rock respect due I's a nice n***a that wanna get diced Slice the mic device like the body of Christ Twice, E Double if you feel me hit me once (A breaker one, a breaker two) Cause trouble to you, family and friends Let me cut the bullsh**, just hand me yo ends Got caught out there cause you were Mack without 10 Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L Turn a felony to a misdemeanor Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner f** that, still walk out holdin' my strap, blood, grabbing my weiner [Hook] Rock da spot Yo [Verse 2] Now first of all I go for broke Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke Can't tell whether male or female I f**ed up your frame well, the monogram can't tell All aboard my balls, cause my dick Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo' b**h, about nine inch up the clit Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make 'em sh** I shines MC's up for auction So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy Down and turn into an a**-kicking holiday Word, I rolls with the Funklord With more flavors than them motherf**ers on them Benetton Billboards, he's bleeding get the gauze He shoulda' knew Def Squad crew is who I k** for Push the clip in, slide the top back Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract sh** like that get me vexed So I crack your a** like corn while your b**h crack my Beck's [Hook] [Verse 3] Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper Sorceror offin y'all with techniques A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week Freak, smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, know I mack sh** like Maceo Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver I oughta' be an alkie, the way I hit liver Deliver, the milk to your door Real raw, sh** you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the front Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run Relax your minds, let your conscience be free And get money, and G's and roll these trees [Hook] [Outro] This is DJ Saywhat on this motherf**er Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City