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Looptroop - Who Want It lyrics
"Evacuate the place! I spit mase./ Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face./ Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh,/ styles humongous now who want us?/ Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,/ true brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?/ You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers./ Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus./ So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug./ Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug./ Keep competition tailormade with razorblades./ Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious./ Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes./ I drown your whole continent./ Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent./ You think I'm playing then consider your odds:/ to go against me is considered a loss./ The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws,/ topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all! Chorus Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it,/ off right now, I know my whole crew's ready./ If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it./ You little bitch ass, that's right I said it. Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress./ Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business./ Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses,/ we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses./ Define a hot crew, that's us right there./ Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers./ Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers,/ slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?/ Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,/ hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said./ So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name,/ you can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain't game./ Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,/ and you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless./ You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders./ Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest. Chorus Take two steps back you're too close to this fire arm./ Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone./ Try to be number one, yeah you wishin'/ Looptroop is a nightmare to mc's & politicians./ They run off as soon as we start to bun up,/ you little fuck up reachin' for the mic i cut your hand off./ You and your boys wanna sound like us./ Used to be dissin', now you want the pounds from us?/ Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems,/ underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance./ Break your resistance easy like toothpicks./ Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch./ The shit we spit is banned from radio stations/ cus we tellin' kids to put their mark on end stations./ Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly./ It's on, David versus the industry Chorus " |
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