Football

Lyrics

[Mastamind] Ready, set, hut one, bust ya guns I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues Must it come to us to put you down? Thunderous Three niggas with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers Some niggas come up from the suckers And suckers go to the gutter, what you livin' fo'? You ready to ride to the end of the road and get wicked? (Fo' sho') Let me know or you visit the do' Here's the info, peep the game plan now feel the tempo Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow? I'll rot you with the proper procedure Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver Tryin' to come up on seven, figures that is The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is This has been a demonstration for NATAS Standing like a monument to the nation Proper celebration, we gonna toast to we the champions For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem [Chorus] Hit you with the football and blow out ya brains rushin' (Oh my God) [Esham] I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe Connection, interception, I wide receive My style blitz your whole play when I slide Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents Never hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicine Straight tackling the ones that won't let us in Detroit, Michigan's best defensemen [Chorus] Hit you with the football and blow out ya brains rushin' (Oh my God) [TNT] Forth down and ten to go I throw the bomb, yo TNT's in the game All niggas know my name N-A-T-A-S never drop a Glock Pop a clock Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded Situations heeded I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose Niggas try to reneg get they book closed End of story niggas get killed on the battlefield Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will [Mastamind] Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps About to put the hurt out, put ya through a work out NATAS, the first out the gate, put the red alert out Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice The game is getting stormy now, the sky gonna get black tonight [Chorus] Hit you with the football and blow out ya brains rushin' (Oh my God)