Blazin’ Ya’ll (Heavy Hitter Shit)

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. SP12ver ft. A-Butta, Lord Tariq, and Swigga - "Blazin' Ya'll (Heavy Hitter Shit)" [Emcee(s): A-Butta, Lord Tariq, and Swigga (AKA L-Swift)] [Producer(s): SP12ver (AKA Kenny Diaz)] [Verse 1: A-Butta] I sniff raw Perico like Al Pacino, and I'm not Robert De Niro, but I will rob your dinero, and you're Not a hero, so don't soup your man into Thinking that he's Superman—that's stupid, man We roll up in coupes and vans and have the ambulance Rap you in white sheets like you're the Ku Klux Klan. Catch Anthony Cruz in a twenty-two'd up Land, Cruising Like Smokey Robinson smoking chocolate 'til I could Barely breathe in oxygen. I got Czechoslovakian chicks Licking my dick and spitting out my testosterine Everybody wanna win a Grammy—not me, nigga Hand me a gram and I'll be happy, and I sing gangsta songs like Nate Dogg And the way hoes lay on my log, you'd think I date frogs Shit, I clutch nines that'll hurt you and holler "What's up?" but this ain't a Budweiser commercial. Now I Puff lye in a circle of people I roll with When I keep my cerebrals focused, y'all hopeless A's been the dopest, but labels ain't noticed So me and Ken promote HashBoy, our own shit, yo [Verse 2: Lord Tariq] Ayyo The cockiest sombrero Bronx niggas thorough It's pride for this borough. I made it all happen Scrappers, rappers, kidnappers, duct-tapers Rapers, carjackers, and crackers burnt-down But never burnt-out. Put the word out: the Bronx'll have you Turnt out like good pussy—don't push me Many push V's, pushing D overseas. I'll pull A MAC quick, push the cap back on the D's. Rapping For fees and clapping at rap cats, snapping indeed A few G's'll make it happen—what's happening? All that's supposed to—praise the Lord. You could Shoot close-range and won't graze the Lord. Paid Because I'm raised and amaze abroad, blaze haze With broads for days for sure, I lays these whores Like carpets that's made for floors, brought it Back to the street—that's what you paid me for. I brought it Back to the heat, so don't keep playing me, dawg. I'm crazy Raw, baby pa, and I'm blazing y'all [Verse 3: Swigga (AKA L-Swift)] Niggas is like "Where the fuck you been? And where the fuck you went?" I'm still Here, and I'm bent, beer and some gin, and I'm Focused on life, my chrome is upright Hocus-pocus on flight, bogus on flights Bunny-hopping on hoes is one of my options Blunts in my pocket, I feel like I'm the son of a prophet Northeast Bronx newest edition is simple. You're out of Place like a pool in the kitchen, for rizzle, and it's Like an Iverson pass that hit you in the numbers It's like a time of the past that hit you in the summer And it's 'bout to get worse, darkness and thunder. Most Niggas fall after the summer, and the bouncers Getting hurt, and the club is all packed. I'm seeing it clear My bitches loving all that, and my niggas is here Everybody, take your pick. It's all gravy Every hottie, shake your tits if y'all crazy [Hook: Swigga and (A-Butta)] I don't know why my life's so crazy (My life's so crazy) I don't know why my sight won't change me, uh (My sight won't change me) On the dock of the bay, watching the sunset And set it rise again (Rise, my nigga, rise up), but then I don't know why my life's so crazy (So crazy) I don't know why my sight won't change me, uh (Won't change me) On the dock of the bay, watching the sunset And set it rise again (Rise up, my nigga, come on), but then I don't know why