One, Two (Radio)

Lyrics

[Intro] One two, One two One two, One two MIc check, mIc check Check it out, check it out Thats right [Verse 1] Lyrically murdering for Gs easy see Like shooting a breeze No escaping the 308 when im sniping from the trees They like drop bombs, defeat the ones, game on yo moms When the heats on, ill take away your girl like calgon My burner learned to earn and respect on mic check to force texts Then unload raps like a tec Emcess bust back but bust off From bulletproof rhymes I sowed I stay gold like grill teeth In 94 its still on, so yo, crack the moet And let em know that we poets And now poetically we flow it (yo arent you that kid bullying mcees for sport?) My rhyme will run game like nikes on the basketball court And i can go back like the Aztecs, perfect on mic check Like one for the trouble, two for the time My partners caught up in the CI Forced to do crime, headphones on the dome And im off down the block, to the sess spot Where niggas get their brain all high and rot I wreck 4 OE's of gold like a 24 carat I roll with the four fifth, a straight-up hunting proof Honeys talk, so we gather for talk shows like Dr. Who [Verse 2] Yo all my peoples in the house represent Yo all my peoples in the house represent Once again with the butter flows That keep a solar rhymes that wreck your mind And your crew falls like Lou Rawls cause youll never find The proper method that I wreck it I grab the mic and check it Its a method how I keep the honeys naked Black napsack, trapped with a tre pound gat But all i really want is mcees to react when i rap Pack the weedsack, mcess want to flex But they should ease back Girls says oh that hes that kid to have my knees back Spark the riot, then im paid like the hayate Mcess flex, then i break necks No need to try it, rap computer The wack mc style alluder For the back i keep a coup For the mind inhale the buddah Whip mcees with these rhymes, for emcess with props Can't give me mine I lay it on the line Back in the day, bonnita was a hit, still in 94 its my favorite... Truth for blocks and blocks with blue balls and sweatsocks Just so I have learned from the uptown hardrocks and whipped kids? With only figures that you hit me I feel like the fonce cause all your girls want to date me But kill the nonsense, emcees grab the mic and get tense Due to the rhymes i dispense And im out Microphone check one two Mic check, hit the dialect [Verse 3] Emcess best they check it Cause the skils be amazing, used to be a young buck But now my skills arose like dailin Im misbehaving and spraying lyrics with the rough and ruggedness You can't fuck with this fool, youll get buck with this too I dont play boy, but nigga chicks is my specialty I'll wreck you G, and have your trick laying next to me Well actually on top of me and then I rock it G Twist the optimus, spark it, see? It last longer than monopoly, and now im obsessed with it Im the best kid, and so believe it Youll get defeated if you want to bump heads like beavis You stupid or something Cause toe to toe my flow is butter bro With the skills that pay the bills Will take you all out like buffalo So go with what you know And ill go with what i know Them suckers be hitting high notes When i let my nine go Im fly so you can't see me I rock it freely hanging late night with the booeys Without the ? See D? Im out of this story Cause your rhymes are out of order My style is water Your style is worth about a freaking quarter So cash it in and buy yourself a pack of bubblegum Im troublesome The GF is the crew And you can't fuck with them [Outro: Meek Mill] One two, One two One two, One two Mic check, mic check Check it out, check it out Thats right One two, One two Mic check, mic check Check it out, check it out Thats right