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Originoo Gunn Clappaz - Elite Fleet lyrics
f/ Bad Vybes, M.S., The Reps Intro: Enter Gentlemen, take your seats You have been brought here for a task only universal soldiers are brought for (yeah) Let's begin Hook: Thee Elite Fleet stands tall and proud See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd MC's you won't be around next year M.S. comin' from the rear M.S.: We see your kind many times (many times) Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap M.S. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack For who card shit I turn styles like the door knob Bring ya more but it don't matter because me and squad Bogard For so long we hear the dumb shit that some do These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes I brings it to your grill while Originoo Gunn Clap you And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher Ready to get ya So open up wide and wreckognize And see who stands before your eyes in the 9-5 Coping with my high feeling the lye as it kick A big of my brain thinkin' of this chickenhead I stuck my dick in Top Dawg: They call me Top Dawg, Top Dawg of the year Flowin' with my full grown dreads and army gear When I come through with my Bucktown crew You better be on point because we might be looking for you All y'all punany snake niggas remind me Why we roll strickly Bootcamp in the 90's Come try we if you wanna, cause we gwan flex Break niggas necks Then hop on the iron horse get up with my elite fleet So we can smoke X amount of ganja weed It's alright if you wanna get high But when you enter this session make sure you got lye Cause sense we smoke mad sensi Original dreads fortified blunt heads Nuff said nuff punk gwon dead Fuck all that bullshit, it's time to get red Hook Lil' Rock (of the representitives): Representitives coming up form the fuckin' rear You're missing in action no time for relaxin' We packin' mental thoughts that'll blow this nations back in No need escape this zone unknown Cause we travel to explore when the goals then bring the trophy home Supreme (of the Representitives): Just like in a movie we breakin' through these niggas terrine Supreme brings pain to your frame you can't hang (you can't maintain) In the mist where guns click 13 deep thee elite we don't miss Lil' Rock: Cause we be the squad called the Representitives Lil' Rock and Supreme aka Gen Grim and Mr. Perfect Lord don't want to be known to hurt shit Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it's worth kid Supreme: And thats all catch a black from black pull Niggas that slack off I'm breakin' they glass jaw So ask for, forgiveness to end this The Representitives mean buisness Hurricane Starange: Yo I'm hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic Rock ya like Robbin', I Clock ya like Spike Lee, S-T-R-A-N-G-L-E cooler then ? That's what bitches tell me, strickly rugged Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public But you know and spolice spot you they lock you But my nigga Hocktu got you ready to knock you Senseless cause against this you defencless Don't even speak nigga you weak, strengthless So all them niggas keeping they eye on the cash flow Ash hole M16 steam through my afro It's all about the storm fuck what you're under Gun Clapper number one a.k.a. Starange Wondah Hook Yo it's the nigga Bad Vybes creepin' up from the rear Bad Vybes: Now you know Bad want this done so I switch To some next shit in 9-6 like fuck a bitch But I quickly squeeze up on your shorites ass and titties And turn to my committee and score here shit a 50 Percent fake a move your face meet cement I know a lot of guys want to test the Vybes But most of y'all get fried like eggs on the side (Lone Desperado) Never could refuse a bottle Of pain my stomach turn to words of Ellen Chumps fakin' jacks while I'm dishin' out the smacks G You riff tracks bout how you feel with ruegs in your back Louieville: Playin' clean sweep for thee Elite Fleet we call him Shocker Second source out the storm shock like Blanca Games you hit I split them shit's get broken like bridges With bitches cause all they see is riches Hit's ya softly, something unlawfully Smash the mask and cream and can the dog food I warned you One strike that ass is dead It's just no fair you know the rules nigga I don't care 3 you fall can't take no more All that bullshit hot pops out that front door Enough of it punk bitches I know you dug it Shit ya rougher then boulder rocks labeled granite Stoney elite fleet jeeps take me home Buffalo batted and Meson saved the chrome Outro: Well gentlemen we have all come to an agreement along with our darkside connection Heltah Skeltah we will now be known as Magnum Force You all have your orders, we have come to a successful agreement Meeting is adjourned But first leave your girlfriends new britches in the basket Scratching "Yuu won't be around next year" --> Craig Mack, Flava In Ya Ear |
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