Flame Throwerz (2 Be An Expert)

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Timbo King) {Killa Sin}] Straight up, bloodthirsty on the block (Royal Famous, Sunz of Mansion, Killarm') Yo we gotta live {Recognize real, my nigga} (Word up) Respect due, it's that chamber {It's these motherfuckin' vets in the house} These bloodthirsty killers, bloodthirsty We stay high, live niggas, Timbo King {Comin' at ya} Live live niggas [Verse 1: Timbo King] Click click, watch the pen hit the back of the bullet Eight shot clip, trigger-happy, ready to pull it Danger, lettin' off heat We don't trick, we click, we don't treat, we defeat Crushin', flames burst out, blowin' the front piece Semi-automatic handgun, you want beef? Aim, fire, possession of a deadly weapon Gunpowder gets my gun smokin', you gets to steppin' Direct 'cause I'ma penetrate through your skin Rip your inner body up when I be travellin' Bullet holes are left 'cause your Teflon couldn't hang Timbo King, one in your head, bang! [Verse 2: 60 Second Assassin] Evacuate like Iranians from out of Kuwait Fast, you niggas ain't nothin' but a backache Can't even stand up straight, now watch me evaporate Any chemistry, a biggest bad memory Old or new school recipes, ain't tryna to see a G Remember me? 60 Sec, diamond needle killing stick Potions up, down and sideways and dropped three-feet Tai Chi balancer Of this rap game, ain't what it seems Backwards, forwards, incomplete, yo, it's already too late Situation, not enough time for patience, I do it right now Seconds away from the streets and money for the takin' Niggas catchin' football numbers 'cause the God's daily stakes for the Jakes be in your face And sing the silver dollar song It be a hit, 12 rip one $50 worth of shit If you be shakin' ya fists, then I guess so, son [Chorus: Killa Sin w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs] Yo we came from labs and snitches to stabs and gitches Yo some niggas caught stitches on the road to riches Now we rock stones on wrist-es, stackin' up bitches That's them niggas, the Wu cats be actin' vicious [Kung Fu samples] "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. you can defeat my students" "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. you can defeat my students" [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] Call me the fire from the flame thrower Prodigal Sunn, code name: Noah Brolic rhyme soldier with the heart of Jehovah Keep a gat in my black folder, and that's over Kid, I'm high off the green in October, drinkin' motors Never undermine the sunshine, one time I never dropped nine and never copped swine Shoot a cop in his spine, tingle, mingle with some bitches From the beaches of Brazil to the Isle of Port of Riches That shit is delicious, I stay vicious with the Desert Eagle Message is legal, somethin' for the people Y'all niggas is a feeble, a bunch of fairy blueberries Our crew never scary, that's word down to Mary [Verse 4: Killa Sin] Yo, yo, I'm verbally abusive, my '92 darts'll roast your new shit You fuckin' with a loose click that's hazardous for real Faster than steal, blast niggas, smashin' your grill Faggot-ass crab, I'm like a jackal after the kill Pass me the Mac, we stay discrete, we hittin' your Jeep We let the tools peal until they dumped their guts in the street If somethin' ain't sweet, cinder blocks'll rock you to sleep Yo, it's impossible to spot me with binoculars You creepin' with an option less fleet Better stop all that monotonous speech before my fists and your opticals meet Forever stay real, screamin', "Fuck whatever they feel" I'm like a lower scale, niggas tryna measure my skill This Wu-Tang, motherfucker, ain't shit gon' change Except for the rims, The RZA and my physical range [Kung Fu samples] "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. You can defeat my students" "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. You can defeat my students" "never use it to attack first, only in response to an attack" "never use it to attack first, only in response to an attack" "I think.. you can be an expert"