Offensive Lineup

Lyrics

[Intro]: SnowGoonS, ahaha, Offensive Lineup, uh Craig G, huh, you know how we do, man, Queensbridge, uh, Germany to Queensbridge, listen, uh [Verse 1]: When I say my mind spray, fly rhymes lay In my cerebellum a felon with fine wine taste Right before the pitch, I start with a good wind-up Craig G, SnowGoonS, Offensive Lineup Your time's up, limited, hard rock suit (Uh) Approach with any aggression my squad pop shoot Move, with the swiftness like them card sharks do (Yeah) For every verse you drop, the God drops too It's Craig G, Queensbridge, USA Got rhymes? Damn right I do, do press play Put thе house up and cars up, you can put your deals up You ain't fuckin' with the rеal shit, illegal wheeler! And show them niggas how we rock the joint Skips to mid stoop, ayo, you got the point? From Karlsruhe to Kentucky You'll be lucky if you can fuck with me, or Illegal on the beats, uh [Chorus x2]: Don't start, duke (huh), you know you ain't got the heart to (Yeah) Offensive Lineup, Queensbridge to Karlsruhe (Uh) Everybody get 'em up, everybody get 'em up, everybody get 'em up (what?), whasup? [Verse 2]: Lyrically untouchable (uh), that shit you gets a buncha bull (Yeah) Craig G takin' you back to school (School) Put you in with more force than a tractor do The type o' nigga come on the block slap your crew That's the truth, if you ain't around askin' you Sit on the stoop, pour me a glass o' Absolut I live a different life than the average rapper do Nobody guards off-duty cops to clap at you (Bla! Bla!) Matter of fact look, duke, I'm in back for you, BOOM! Where you runnin' to, I'm still in the booth You scared, right? I got that can't compare type Of lyrical flow that you can't escape air tight Craig G, rappin' off Illegal's beats Ice cold tracks and flows that will freeze your heat You're shiverin', you know, ten below Celsius So sit your wack rappin' ass in back at the bus [Chorus x2] [Verse 3]: Uh, one line's, enough lines to blow up ten o' yours Shady like a bitch with menopause when I draw my mic (Yeah) I'm takin' Hip-Hop to new height Shit lyrics they aggravate me like Newport lights When I strike, it's like a battalion of Green Berets (Uh) Leavin' the scene amazed (what), fallin' between the haze Pull out, your jugular, call up your mother to Identify you naked, I just discovered ya I'll smother ya like chicken at Roscoe's (uh), you got flow That sound like they be on the shelf at Costco's With no return policy, battle you gotta be Out your fuckin' mind, my skills boost my economy (Uh) The numbers I heard of Without speakin' one word of murder Hip Hop CPR, I be that life preserver Takin' it further than you ever imagined Why you clowns live the Rap game stagnant, that's it [Chorus x2] [Outro]: Uh, SnowGoonS, yeah, ha, SnowGoonS, DJ Illegal! Ah, Craig G! What? Offensive Lineup, ha, ha, from Germany to your way, your way, nigga, it's real Hip Hop, huh, what?