Tho’ It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Doo Wop] This is for the G's and this is for the hustlers This is for the hustlers, back to the G's This is for them bitches that down on their knees And my niggas that are scared to squeeze [Chorus 1: Kool G Rap & Canibus] Yo, my words are my players and hustlers, mark niggas and busters With hot chicks that lust us, jakes that want to handcuff us Snakes that never trust us, dust fakers and rusters My .38 clutches for those paper-gate rushers Fly women and buffers, foes that want to touch us Grime lawyers like [?], kidnap your baby's mother's mother Light snuffers that negotiate your murder over supper Dutches and chrome puffers, the ones that bring the ruckas My words are my players and hustlers, mark niggas and busters With hot chicks that lust us, jakes that want to handcuff us Snakes that never trust us, we hide in underground bunkers My .38 clutches for them paper-gate rushers Fly women that buff us, foes that want to touch us Grime lawyers like [?], kidnap your baby's mother's mother Light snuffers that negotiate your murder over supper Me and Kool G Rap, we stash your heaters in the rubbers, motherfuckers [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Where they launch rocket Blow your limbs right out the sockets Roll with the black ape family We put niggas in canopies [Chorus 2: Doo Wop & Canibus] Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high Rep for your set, nigga show me that you're live One gun, two guns, three guns, four Coke, draw, it's all about war Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high Rep for your set, nigga, show me that you live One mic, two mics, three mics, four A hundred bars or more 'til my voice goes hoarse [Verse 2: Canibus] Kool G Rap rocks the mic, we both nice So our voices is twice as horrifying at an Vincent Price As horrifying as the blade of a knife Stabbing you twice, horrifying enough to melt mics I snatch you up by your hands and feet, tie 'em tight Cry for your life while you get beat with an iron pipe My rhymes worthy of the Nobel Peace Prize ribbon I should just log-on and carbon copy the world with 'em 2000 B.C., my CD Will shock you like 200,000 volts DC, repeatedly 2,000 CC's of liquid weed Injected into the arms of all you hip-hop fiends The dominant nuclear armament My submarine's underwater with launch coordinates to sink your cargo ship Soon as the radar blips, I charge with a blitz Break your jaws with my fist, fix the scar with a stitch Break your legs and arms, make you crawl like a Crip Then fuck your bitch raw, sprinkle salt on my dick G Rap, Can-I-Bus, M.O.P How 'bout some hardcore shit for 2G, motherfuckers [Verse 3: M.O.P.] Family first, the bell rung [Chorus 2: Doo Wop & Canibus] Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up high Rep for your set, nigga show me that you're live One gun, two guns, three guns, four Coke, draw, it's all about war Doo Wop