In The Area

Lyrics

[Intro] Dirty god shit [?] aren't feeling this though You fucking hoe! You fucks! You fuck! Whats that shit that they be smoking? Enbalming fluid you fuck! [Verse 1] All I need is some weed and some dutches to put another sucker duck in crutches Tame One cripples every fucking thing he touches I bring the ruckus all day, fuck what ya'll say Til my last day I kick ass and fill up ashtrays This cat strays, you can't get it spayed I'm a renegade What you talking sweet like lemonade? I'm that last man standing Skwad boom like cannons Got knowledge and wisdom, but find myself not understandin' You ramblin', while I kick the game grambalin, you be gambalin' You need to get steppin' like you Cam and them, from Martin If you keep talkin' what you talkin', I be stalkin' Waiting for you in your appartment with large friends kicking ya'll ends It depends on what I feel like I gotta let you know this shit is real life My steel knife cuts too fast for you to last So get off Skwad nuts with your bitch-ass [Chourus] Whats that shit that they be smoking? (Method Man sample) Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted [Verse 2] I shoot my [?] once in public, like my mic emits green I hope your bitch clean If not I dissed the queen Ain't nobody seen tame one this raw yet Used to sunset than every other gunset Holdin' they spots down like projects, like objects To any rhymer not rhyming, i'm the illest of the illest You can feel this like i'm [?] My timing on point like comedians, thanks to my ingrediants with choclate and diamonds The rhyming Don Johnson The next Charles Bronson with more comp than Compton Olympic [?] hold secrets We gets deep like rollin' up the leak until the weed shifts The gift, the gab like gonzo Wisemen call me section 8 the subsidizer I give equal opp's to any man with props On my block, it ain't just the cops with the Glock hops Ask your biddy who the diddy is Nutty profess Self claimed Lockness in timberlands Injurin' mandarins like how i'm answerin Life threatenin' questions in the middle of your sessions [Chourus] (method man sample with tame one adlibs) Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted Whats that shit that they be smoking? Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with tha [Verse 3] Now for nothin' Tame One will take that path less tooken Leave a whole clique shook the way i'm lookin' I took one too many tabs, smoked one too many bags Ask the niggas on the ave about the black ass I have Word to mama The drama lost cause and all quarters across borders Making niggas run for tape recorders Skwad be on the job no doubt, we turn it out Leaving mcee's on breeze with trees that cause blackouts Half-ounce hitters to transmitters They shit [?] when we spit it Get wicked with lyrics sippin' spirits Critics wanna diss it, swearing up and down they know the physics but they miss it, not know the specifics on the misfits Outcast the bastard, comin from the bricks and beyond fucking tricks My brains gone! The babazee got me rightttttt! [Chourus] Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skills that never rusted Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skills that never rusted Whats that shit that they be smoking? Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skills that never rusted Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skills that never rusted [Outro] Dirty god estate, new jeruselum we are devoid of funk Sex, drugs and hip-hop Geovanni What kinda weed is this? It's the babazee baby You fuck! Whats that shit that they be smokin'?