Genius E Dub (feat. Olivia) feat. Olivia

歌詞

[Sy Scott] Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it We check the barrel and start respinnin' it We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium Stay grippin em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness You be kiddin, soft like kittens My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick'em Restrain me, restrict me I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga [Chorus] You got a problem with E If you got a problem, come a holla at me And if you want it, we can get it started Plus I got the whole squad siding with me [Icarus] Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake Violate and I will retaliate I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga GMG, fam, we gladly hotta Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders Can't get near the dadda, I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin' Have my high, finding beamers and ninas Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna I'm a f**king five star general, to drive cars into you Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you This message intended to, who's ever offended duke Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Live from the NY state And I got one question, guess what's in my waste Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off I'm in the limo too long to turn And this motherf**kin' dutch taking long to burn I'm impatient, this is a song you learn Make money, take money, and I'm hear to confirm my occupation The new boss of course, the new Porsche I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off You too soft, Red Cafe from New York I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro It's R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man I'm not M.J. I'm a lover and a fighter That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man I did time, a thirteen year bid I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing Whenever you performing shows it's me booing Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty Dog, ya need more team to get me I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty [Chorus] - repeat 2X