The Force

Lyrics

[Intro] Comin' through with the roughness Comin' through with the roughness Come-comin' through with the roughness Come-comin' through with the roughness Come-come-come-comin' through (QNC, yo) [Verse 1] Every pad I put my pen on, sure to hot up, you're dead on I hit it from the back on every track that I been on Sex innit? And be the next set to happen Sex and chips, while you be doin' all the yappin' Dipping on the tap and see the act in me Two-point-three with double [den?] CD With rhyme connection, QNC Force productions, H-O-T Yo, it's the Q-Dash, Chuck Bronson, still spittin' Put it on your dress like Bill Clinton, still shittin' Still starting, y'all playing out of position We living this here while your squad got a vision And you don't wanna bump heads with QNC camps Smoke crews like weed plants, stomp 'em out like ants Rock hard like avalanche, we hide on wax It's been QNC since the force made big tracks [Chorus] Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh) [Verse 2] Yo, it's Kurt D-I-G, Mr. Incredible Mr. Three-Syllable, wreck shit, she better will High praises, I raise the ante Your odds are chancy, BS the chief comanche Get mad at me, 'cause I'm hitting— Keeps asking you to change, but you ain't trying to switch Foul Mondays, so I'm 'bout to hit this quick So check my dialect and watch the shit (Come on) My aim tight, y'all better duck when I aim right Two in the same night and bust crews through daylight Flew in on the same flight, we heading back outta town While we stamping passports, we be holding it down Hold the crown, round three, Q-Ball and Kurt C Underground like shock T, but get played like Missy At the bar gettin' pissy, team holding it down It ain't the same unless you playing for the cup, what the? [Chorus] Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah [Interlude] [Verse 3] (Uh, yeah, uh, yo) Now you can beep me on the celly, [or PD?] on the telly Whatever stay jiggin' my leather like fonds of rally R Price like Kelly, keep rising like Kenny Bert stay at the office and keep putting in work While you still getting jerked, we still spinning the Earth Still getting the perks and been hot since birth Billing my work while you claim to be the hardest My funds are mutual son, I get mine regardless [Chorus] Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah Oh-ho-ha-ah-ah, ho, ha-ah-ha-ah