Death Squad

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] Put the plan in position Put my man in the mix and I had him baggin' grams in the kitchen Then pitch to these pipeheads, I don't like feds Stick my rifle out the window and snipe heads The war's on and my team's winnin' Got a million bad bitches, still I fiend for women All shades, all flavors, ho, you fuckin' with some big ball players Call us The Trailblazers I'm gully with the gunplay, homie Underground label, nigga, motherfuck Sony Funky dope maneuvers got me touring in Aruba Underwater like a scuba with some skins out in Cuba Smokin' Choc' Thai wrapped in a fronto Still quick to put lead in the head honcho Intro to outro, Juxx all about flow Lick onе shot and I'm out, whoa! [Verse 2: General Steele] You've just enterеd a planet called Brooklyn The team keep a scheme to get green, your lot tooken The chef let the steam out the pot, your block' cookin' Get shot just for lookin', no doc but ock booked them The eight arm extended, that war talk get your corpse chalked for pretending Get called off when revolvers get to spinnin' The sawed-off send all your body parts to oblivion Ashes to ashes, the hands Cassius Clay, get laid on the canvas Bootcamp branded, ink tatted High rank status, sling ratchets Bucktown, home of the original gun clappers Fuck around, get put underground in closed caskets Ghetto bastard, highly advanced street classic Heat blasters, come meet the elite masters [Verse 3: Sars Kuma] It's your move, tell me what you want to do You want to bust a fuckin' shot? We'll bust a shot at you I ain't one for all this talk, I'll just rob your crew You look like you suck dick, I bet you probably do Bitch made, you are just a little cunt Little runt chump, motherfucker with a little gun I'll smoke a blunt with your mom, drink a bit of rum Soon as you get home and walk in, son, you gettin' jumped Bang! Boom! I don't even fight fair Uppercuttin' young, loud rappers out their Nike Airs I'm not right there, you know, up in my head If I listen to my voice of reason then I end up dead I don't need no friends, do as the demon says I look at life and all this light through this evil lens I don't need no Benz, no automatic weapons Walk up with a pencil, stab your neckin if I need revenge [Verse 4: Ghettosocks] Ghettosocks, yo We was spoonin' on that red couch The next thing I know I'm gettin' real friendly with your soon to be ex-spouse Decked out, Black & Decker to your head, ouch Let a couple off and bounce, shorty think I'm deadmau5 Buenos noches but I'm Ghost, it was nice to know ya Socks and Sars gettin' played like Mascherona Screwface like OJ squeezed in Isotoners While I got stripes to my nuts like a tiger's chota I ride with locusts, my saliva fries the dopest I'm a fortune teller and you dyin' homeless Who moves weight and clears Cuba with eighty missiles But ain't ever been pinched like a baby's nipples If you wanna reach Heaven, I won't hesitate To say the magic word and make your whole body levitate I'm makin' lemonade, fucked since the seventh grade Send the heat and straight slide like I'm stealin' second base [Verse 5: Chris Rivers] Yo, I'm ridiculous, hard-hitting the Bronx synergist Arsenic when spittin' the writtens, the bars militant Carcinogen, artists get charred by my art's viciousness Force of star systems, I ripped into scarred victims But I'm dumb nice, luck strikes like gunfights Metaphors and similes literally snuff mics It's fun, right? Stomped out by Oreo Fours Feel the softness of the leather while you fall to the floor Generations of metal blazin', no hesitation But I'd rather throw the hands when I'm lookin' for demonstrations Tread lightly when you're rhyming then, there ain't no sliding in Rivers runnin' super deep, just know you find the fire These crackers, dragons equipped with magnum attachments I'm the ocean, I'm the ship, the wind sailing the captain Bitch I'm everything, ain't no way I'm losin' this shit Always here to fuck the world so I be bruisin' my dick [Verse 6: iNTeLL] I said come witness a creature, all I be eatin' is ether, part bionic If you pay for a feature, I'll destroy your speaker like a comet And I'm puffin' this cheeba, see me rollin' this leaf up, the Chronic And you call me a teacher but I'm really a preacher, a prophet And they can't do what I can do, my rivals full of Bible jewels I'm writing like my life was struck by lightning as a righteous fool Excited elements, you should repent the sin inside of you High like a pilot's food, eyes like vaginas, dude Eyes look like I like looking alike but I'm the nicest rule Priceless mic devices, bring a knife into a sniper's school And I made it out, Baykan ignite the finest fuel But never doubt the niceness, carve and slice up indecisive fools Oh shit, here goes the osmosis If bars could dissolve, see, I could fill up the ocean Stompin' with the stars, a monolith is commotion Lyricists at large and God, homie, just goes in [Outro: iNTeLL] The I-N-T-E-Double L! Baykan what up? Thank you for lettin' me jump on this beat! This joint is fire, everybody bodied it! Yeah! Staten Island, what up?