Regulation Time

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Regulation Time" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): Charlemagne (?)] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, yeah (Yo, yo), nah (It's about that time), nah (It's about that time, man), nah, man (For real).  Let me talk to these niggas (Aight), know'm saying? (Yeah, yeah) Let me let this niggas know (Let 'em know, let 'em know). For real though (For real, yeah), I'ma let these niggas now (These niggas know it's regulation time, baby) [Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] No more props, I want property, green crispy things Shopping sprees and blings on the wrist and rings In this underground rap, I'm the Gypsy King. Count me down And out, but it ain't over 'til Misty sings, so kiss these rings 'Cause I'm the boss. Y'all claim y'all gods and kings, but I'm a higher force like the Iron Cross I'm on a higher level of growth. In This game, I'm God and the Devil both I'm loving it but hating. Out of nothing, I'm creating Skills so real, some feel I made a covenant with Satan, ain't A coon or a sambo, just a goon with some Ammo, taking out platoons like I'm Rambo My mic's a dagger, flows filled with gold pieces like Goldschläger, my life is a Scarface life saga The suicide bomber, rap's Osama, nigga Play you like Mary Jane 'cause y'all don't want no more drama [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all Holler at your boy [Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] And I'm from B-dot-K-dot, spray shots Stay hot, more heat than a sunray's got where there's Longs blocks of thugs who ain't trying to spar with Boxing gloves, they're trying to leave you scarred with Glocks and slugs Where there's more shots exchanged than more rocks Exchanged, than there's shares on the stock exchange And to cop that Range and that Escalade A lot of dudes engage in criminal escapades So I spit crime and rhyme raps 'cause the two are tied together Y'all niggas ain't writing raps, y'all writing suicide letters Put two inside your lettuce. Test me? I'm blasting and leave Your family trying to keep hope alive like Jesse Jackson I leave your clothes soiled, my flows boil The thing that's closest to oil This ain't Burger King, but the flame broil when I Aim, recoil, now your whole game's spoiled [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all Holler at your boy [Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Then the Twin Towers fall and everyone bawled, they want Four more years of Rudy—what the fuck wrong with y'all? Moody nigga Don't make me pull a .38 long on y'all Got an empty plate—don't make me take what belong to y'all (Look) Don't hate, I'm trying to ball in a system where Justice a blind bitch with dollar signs for eyeballs I blast a nine at y'all, shots are burning your bosom, you'll be Receiving your final call, but y'all not Muslim (Look) I ain't an entertainer feeding you fraudulence And I ain't an entertainer, don't need an audience, took What I lived and experienced—skull, note that shit Wrote that shit, so y'all can quote that shit All I'm asking for's ice before I see Hell, and All the sacrifice can't see me fail. Y'all Niggas hermaphrodites, part male and female And this ain't the seashore, but niggas gonna see shells [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all It's regulation time, but this ain't motherfucking pro ball (Y'all don't know?) Thought I told y'all. (Can't see?) I'ma show y'all Holler at your boy