Lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] In the house, K-Rino chillin' with eighteen of the hardest emcees Ay, Dilemma ain't here but she here in spirit I'ma just leave so y'all do whatever y'all wanna do I'm out, holla [Verse 1] Buck buck, we just pulled the motherfucking microphone Your name was on a bullet, now it's in your dome That's like mind-blown, so my thoughts turn deep [?] interrupting my sleep Oh shit, [?], they try to make me go crazy But I can't get caught slipping because these hoes got to fade me [?], a ghetto [?] packing a Tec If you step, I got to wreck, it's all a fucking complex I flex my hand in my Dickies, reaching for my gat Pull the trigger to your dome, stop you dead in your tracks Homicide, homicide, paranoid [?] Death in my eyes, you wonder why I yell [?] [Verse 2] My penmanship contains high tech grammar Gifted from birth so therefore I will land the Rhyme like a jet down the runway, here I come Time to launch and land, burst off and expaaaaansion It's fun when done right Suckers need to learn how to write, don't bite Me, I'm talking to the light, not the black, still in fact It's the black crews that we crack No rules, paid dues, like those skills, I'm still at it Dope [?] holocaust, the musical scientist, rap addict It really don't matter when suckers start tripping I put in the clip of my 9 My mouth be flapping and yapping just like I'm busting caps [?] ' [Verse 3] I [?] half a brain covered with razor blades But that ain't shit, you bet your death when I came back and hit it Mmmm, you got me me pissed off, why would you call my shit soft? Snatched the mic so hard I ripped your motherfucking wrist off I summon thunderstorms from the flow I'm feeling Property damages, estimated at about twenty million a piece The beast within release the sun Rose in the west, but followed me traveling east Metaphysical, me and my brain indivisible [?] my body inside my soul so that makes me invisible [?], I can take the punches, but hell it don't hurt as bad as [?] [Verse 4: DBX] Section A forever, kicking that crazy shit Real locs from the street, police couldn't fade me, bitch Down with the Ace man and the (*Rah!*) E-y-q-u-e So if you bumping your gums, I have to do you, G So look out, when K-rino pull them Black Book out Wooh, now that's a fire, fuck it, let's throw a cookout So what's it gonna be, mesquite or hickory? Put these nuts on sucker's chin so you know where my dick'll be Nowhere to run, I got your name on a bullet The beam is placed on your forehead so just relax when I pull it DBX with the dope lyrics, come get a fix But if you step [?] 'cause you done stepped in some shit [Verse 5: Ruff Eyque] Uhhhhh, so many ways to execute Blindfold yourself, Ruff Eyque is about to shoot You don't wanna witness this mass murderer The shit I shoot, the blast will hurt at ya Eat your earplugs, gargle and hard hat Time to put in some work, I never parted that What's his name? Mike, Joe or Fred When you find him, paramedics gonna call him dead Somebody please come and verify his remains Whatever he experienced, he was terrified and deranged Used to be the blood clot, Eyque go all out Them bullets touch your ass, you go "ooh ooh hot, ooh ooh hot" [Verse 6: Brain Dead] Here comes the Brain Here comes the Brain Here comes the Brain Here comes the Brain Neurotic, psychotic, brain dead, sagely insane, deranged Step forward [?] strange in the mental Asylum [?] Listen close, you hear that soul screaming? What lies within is unknown but the black holes is leaving There'll be no more that remains just a few corpses and carcasses [?] eternal darkness Like a spell they been cast last, thrashed with [?] Mutilated, devastated, terminator's annihilation's completed Into the realm of death, proceed with caution, the danger You chose to step into my mind, into the torture chamber [Verse 7: K-Lee Supreme] This be me, the nigga Lee Down with the group known as the SPC Niggas didn't know I was down with 'em Now I'ma clown with 'em So let me fuck around with 'em and bust a fucking sound with 'em It's time for me to pop joints and cop punks And stop ones that throw my lyrics hard enough to drop punks Weak shit, hella you'll save that shit for the pigeons Some say I can't flow, well here's a motherfucking smidgen When I sit down, I get down with riff sound Ah this sound is so crunk, that I aim to [?] So who's the nigga with the trigger so pull it So buck 'em, fuck 'em, your name's on a bullet [Verse 8] Psychotic son of a bitch, a motherfucker without a mind Hey niggas will be dying as long as I got a 9 Zero, ya Kevin King, that be my nigga from the heart Kevin King, you been my brother, [?] been down from the start K-Rino, they don't know who I am Suspect from Pearl Homes, I never gave a damn I put it like this, I like to fuck but not to be fucked with Niggas be getting bucked, bitch, running up with that punk shit Yo, so if you wanna fuck with me You'll be fucking with that SPC Huh, and you don't wanna step I got your name on a bullet and that bullet equals death [Verse 9: X-Man-E] I got your name on a bullet, bitch I ain't forgot that shit you said, nigga, you's a snitch See I chores it and life goes on So feel good you wasn't victim to my chrome But don't celebrate, my mind state ain't settled 'cause after [?] you might meet the devil So that's just a taste In our heart, it ain't shit for your punk ass life to waste Blood coming out your pore Fucking with me, you never know what's in store Dealing with me, the X-Man who's known to check a bitch 1-87, fuck a snitch [Interlude: K-Rino] Y'all fools, boy, ay, I got nine more to go though, so y'all don't go nowhere, y'all sit and listen to this song [Verse 10: Grimm] Grimm's got you Running but you got yourself off in this mess The shots of an SKS Get hot with 'em in your flesh But what were you thinking at first? That you finna kick a verse? I [?], that'll make the matter worse 'cause What I wanna know is if you [?] the real deal Looking like you couldn't [?] when the brown boy got your grill peeled Coming up with some of that weekend you can't quit [?] [?] [?] [?] Shoulda been no blunder [?], but instead your [?] dead pero [?] [?] [?] [?] [Verse 11: Murder One] The big nigga, 285, 6'1'' Grudges been made, while lot of grudges been broke by Murder One [?], [?] weighs a ton I'm sipping on [?], I'm knocking hoes out one by one Ain't no love, bitch, trust that, little trust Therefore I'm [?] for the next nigga bust A cap on a young brother, making him take a long nap Laying on his back, miss his family, [?] Perhaps Murder One the wrong man to look up to Take care of your business, damn fool, and do what you gotta do Now your name's on a bullet So step up, motherfucker, and watch a big nigga pull it [Verse 12: Klondike Kat] That motherfucker, Klondike Kat, gives birth to a verse The fetus is from the elitist, no one will beat us Some may even attempt to repeat us, but they're just turkeys Gobbling in the being of some blood thirsty cheetahs Speaking of blood thirsty Kick down your door, bust two in your bitch And then demand what you're worth key MF be setting the roadblocks and obstacles Can't see my verbal attack from the blind side 'cause I'm a [?] The lighter shake and fitted for graves from the styles I made One swing of my blade left [?] with a headless fade John Doe's engraved on every hollow point in the 4-4 Trigger-gram at your front door with your name on the bullet hole [Verse 13: Tech-9] Slash, crossed the ass of the hollow 'cause Devil, I ain't gon' spend your [?], my name ain't no Rallo I'ma follow your punk ass to the death of this murder lead So nigga please beware Tech-9's coming like a death prayer So you best be coming to even the score and kill me, bitch 'cause when I can store a few tricks it's on some shit to tongue-twist Get fixed, hole that shit, feel you wanna click, just wait 'cause you might just fuck around and slip out the hands of Allstate The Tech-9, bitch, I'm long from a ranger, hoe Step up, get teched up, I'm a gun-slinging Tonto so 10-4, get buddies, holla at your [?] Tech-9, that nigga under siege, SPC [Verse 14] [?] lifer, the type of nigga that just don't give a fuck So if I gotta buck, I'm gotta buck ya with my 9mm And you know I won't miss Two shots in your dome, fuck aiming for your [?] It's your boy Black, I ain't no motherfucking punk so Nigga, where your gun? I see you heading for your trunk I'm steady hitting them backstreets to keep my paper stacked Slanging big crack and hittin' them 2-11 jacks, so Have you ever heard of a killer The aggravated fool plus that unknown cap-peeler? Add the shit up 'cause I'm ruthless in this game And I'm up for parole, that's why this bullet got your name, bitch [Verse 15] [?] son as I take you through the depths of hell Adventure through the park where real niggas dwell Take a look into a scope, I see you're blurry Take a [?] and then I focus Many are chosen but only very few survive You can't see [?] and do not get [?] Keep [?] and you'll witness your own death Or you become a statistic on one shelf It's that third point draft pick, the psycho fanatic Hearing my voice on another dope track, shit I'm constantly active, I will not be [?] [?] [Verse 16] Niggas in my hood asking me to lick a shot So I'ma pull the trigger 'til I see some bodies drop Another bloody sucker added to the murder scene Another empty clip from the Glock 19 I'm having thoughts of motherfucking homicidal action Never leaving the house without my gat 'cause I be jacking You said you wanted folks so my niggas came with it A multitude of shots left his wig all splitted So now I'm on the run for a motherfucking murder 'cause leaving the house without my gat is something that's unheard of I'm coming from the streets of H-o-u-s-t-o-n Braking niggas in half as I blast with this MAC-10 [Verse 17] Now I'm waking up in the morning thinking about the shit I'ma do today Will I live to see another day? I grab my AK And headed out the door, these bitches cannot trick the Motherfucking thug with the [?] Now I'm up the street, doing my thang, selling my 'caine I never wanted to [?] because I'm loyal to the game Kicking the funky shit with my motherfucking niggas You step on my Vans, you're making me mad, I turn into a killa Nothing but a murder murder, nigga, that's what I said Chrome into your dome and with the light that's infrared See I put you in the ground and [?] And taking the people back to this earth [?] [Verse 18] It ain't the way I walk or how I talk that's bugging me It ain't the way that I be looking upon society It's just them little surviving, boastings talking in my head Won't come in equipped with brick, don't slip in keeping my family fed I never be giving a fuck, pumping your ass with this 9 But I make you understand a [?] ass man defended mine My [?] usually pistol packing watching the blood spill 'cause I need hot meals, and who gon' pay my bills? So what'chu gon' do? It's my weekly [?] when I been down too long Insane in the membrane, grab my nuts and my mind is long gone It's [?], that nigga that never gave a fuck with this Glock and uh I'm the one that'll fuck you up in your talk so uh You better be moving When I'm coming equipped with the pistol grip and the uzi Never be giving a fuck, if I got my Glock, then I'ma use it Empty the clip, I'm creeping up, throwing my sign 'cause I'm a Hoover Heard you were flipping and dipping them squares, I'm fried about this doobie I'll be damned if I don't get this nigga full with music Bubble my quake and taking shit, his name is on my bullet [Outro: K-Rino] Bah bah bah! SPC in the house forever, ah aaaa All praises due to Allah Peace