(feat. Sean Pymp, Chikkenhawk) [talking] Mic check mic check, my mic on Yo, I wanna make sure this motherfucker on So I can tell all these bitch ass niggaz It's a new world order, Wreckshop nigga Wreckshop nigga [Hook] Man we put it down, man we put it down Known to bust a nigga head, if he wanna clown Man we put it down, man we put it down So motherfuck the FED's and them hoes, this our town Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall, fuck y'all [Chikkenhawk] You motherfuckers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missiles Incinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our mission All you playa haters talking, you dead men walking Call us Wreckshop executioners, like assassins we stalking And I'm the nigga that's Chikkenhawk'n, hunt you down and cloudy skies With a machete under my wing, chopping you niggaz down to size Looking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyes And your heart I know you scared, bitch you better run and hide Write your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbye Make your peace motherfucker, cause of your hating you die You tried to steal our game, but these years you can't fade It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain Go hard to calculate, and make big money with the rapping And I'll never take a loss, that I can't take right back I'm boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap [Hook] [Sean Pymp] Nigga I'm down like a dump truck, on fo' flats Got you living paranoid, like your brain's on crack Keep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dash Cause I rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky bitch ass Unleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brain Bitches eating off my name, trying to feed off my fame But fuck you bitches, cause y'all ain't shit Bouncing on my dick, like a pogo stick Or Mr. 16-Shotti, pull up Killuminati Keep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyaki Sauce when I floss, I ain't taking no loss You paid the cost to be the boss, but I'ma break yo ass off I'm taking all that there, and all this here Cleaning household motherfuckers, like I'm Mr. Belvedere Or Major Benson, cause nigga Sean Pymp'n You run your damn mouth, there's gonna be a damn lynching [Hook] [E.S.G.] You gon feel me now when I come through the do' See me strapped, with a big 4-4 That Everyday Street Gangsta, ain't taking that bullshit no mo' But fuck you po-po's, you homos don't think it's hard to get ya This rap game ain't the only way, to go to war wit ya Sixteen bars don't split you, what about sixteen slugs Multiply that by two, I'm coming with 32 thugs Chop your ass to the nub, ain't no Crip or no Blood But I can tackle a nigga, right in front of the club And if I drop my glock, I'm acting like I'm in a cell block Leave a pussy in your head, from a lock in the sock Now I'm a go-getter nigga, like that's the man he on rocks Local rappers get paranoid, they can't stand when I drop I leave they brain sets God, I'm so god damn hard They looking a god damn shotgun house, in 3rd Ward They broke down your crew, I hate to tell you But Cynthia Cooper, is more motherfucking man than you [Hook] [talking] So now and forever, nigga from the cradle to the grave Is the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna kill me Motherfucker, and that's real
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Sean Pymp, Chikkenhawk) [talking] Mic check mic check, my mic on Yo, I wanna make sure this motherfucker on So I can tell all these bitch ass niggaz It's a new world order, Wreckshop nigga Wreckshop nigga [Hook] Man we put it down, man we put it down Known to bust a nigga head, if he wanna clown Man we put it down, man we put it down So motherfuck the FED's and them hoes, this our town Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall, fuck y'all [Chikkenhawk] You motherfuckers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missiles Incinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our mission All you playa haters talking, you dead men walking Call us Wreckshop executioners, like assassins we stalking And I'm the nigga that's Chikkenhawk'n, hunt you down and cloudy skies With a machete under my wing, chopping you niggaz down to size Looking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyes And your heart I know you scared, bitch you better run and hide Write your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbye Make your peace motherfucker, cause of your hating you die You tried to steal our game, but these years you can't fade It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain Go hard to calculate, and make big money with the rapping And I'll never take a loss, that I can't take right back I'm boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap [Hook] [Sean Pymp] Nigga I'm down like a dump truck, on fo' flats Got you living paranoid, like your brain's on crack Keep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dash Cause I rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky bitch ass Unleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brain Bitches eating off my name, trying to feed off my fame But fuck you bitches, cause y'all ain't shit Bouncing on my dick, like a pogo stick Or Mr. 16-Shotti, pull up Killuminati Keep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyaki Sauce when I floss, I ain't taking no loss You paid the cost to be the boss, but I'ma break yo ass off I'm taking all that there, and all this here Cleaning household motherfuckers, like I'm Mr. Belvedere Or Major Benson, cause nigga Sean Pymp'n You run your damn mouth, there's gonna be a damn lynching [Hook] [E.S.G.] You gon feel me now when I come through the do' See me strapped, with a big 4-4 That Everyday Street Gangsta, ain't taking that bullshit no mo' But fuck you po-po's, you homos don't think it's hard to get ya This rap game ain't the only way, to go to war wit ya Sixteen bars don't split you, what about sixteen slugs Multiply that by two, I'm coming with 32 thugs Chop your ass to the nub, ain't no Crip or no Blood But I can tackle a nigga, right in front of the club And if I drop my glock, I'm acting like I'm in a cell block Leave a pussy in your head, from a lock in the sock Now I'm a go-getter nigga, like that's the man he on rocks Local rappers get paranoid, they can't stand when I drop I leave they brain sets God, I'm so god damn hard They looking a god damn shotgun house, in 3rd Ward They broke down your crew, I hate to tell you But Cynthia Cooper, is more motherfucking man than you [Hook] [talking] So now and forever, nigga from the cradle to the grave Is the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna kill me Motherfucker, and that's real
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