Hecklers

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, if you ain't come to have a good time You ain't come to show love, the fuck on with that hating ass shit Yo, I brought a couple of Detroit's finest with me And on that outlet track boys real quick, Kuniva, Trick Trick, and I'm The R.O.C Let's go [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Get up out the way, these ninjas wanna get it live right here bitch Move to the side bitch, get your right bitch Get stomped and matched till the lights fade out bitch All you do is bite shit, pipe down for your casters mic Sit your whole and faculty down, down with the sounds of the R.O.C And it's fallen offbeat, they can't fuck with me Y'all teach your young shit pollute, these cocksuckers want to dispute And if they do they just stup, duckin' through the crowd They root when they see me, I'm on my motherfucking grind, I'm rooted The look up on they face is foolish, when I spit sicker when I lube it Serial killas stay secluded in these rhymes I've exude All your insides are ruined No way out this mess you got caught in, yeah Where your world collapse knowing there I'm the problem, you see the visual stare, stupid is as you fare You heckle me 'cause I handle my biz And stay out your mixed up trip In a simp that'll never fucking change on my side That fact you a bitch and you can eat this dick [Hook] You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch Them words are cross 'cause of the heckling with It's cool if crews don't like what I spit Close your mouth and just mind your shit Close your mouth and just mind your shit It's cool if crews don't like what I spit Them words are cross 'cause of the heckling with You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch Hell nah, ain't fucking with y'all Up in the crowd now he gon' y'all Said the wrong shit now you can't pause Bodies hit the ground like salt the door Hell nah, fuck y'all [Verse 2: Kuniva] I be feeling it, keeping shit going to the fullest Hang with the hoodlums, dodging the bullets Pull up with the homies drunk as hell Everyone know that we down with the bullshit I'm on some fucking hater shit All in the crowd saying they hating shit The crew will spray your clique up and turn around and take your bitch What you think gon happen if you keep yapping off While I'm up here rapping, you gon' make us start a brawl I guarantee you don't wanna start scrapping It's always that one guy in the group, that tries to test his luck Who screams the wrong shit in the crowd And get beat the fuck up, then you try to talk it out And kick some shit like I'm all about unity Be the same person in the courtroom Pointing the finger now your momma and 'em suing me So if you wanna make it home in one piece If you came to the show only one deep Keep your motherfucking mouth closed Or you'll be screaming out, niggas is joking [Hook] You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch Them words are cross 'cause of the heckling with It's cool if crews don't like what I spit Close your mouth and just mind your shit Close your mouth and just mind your shit It's cool if crews don't like what I spit Them words are cross 'cause of the heckling with You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch Hell nah, ain't fucking with y'all Up in the crowd now he gon' y'all Said the wrong shit now you can't pause Bodies hit the ground like salt the door Hell nah, fuck y'all [Verse 3: Trick Trick] It's some of this: how in the fuck do you think That when I'm on the stage with the mic in my hand that the things I've done in the past Won't make me get your motherfucking ass? You son of a bitch, still on the marquee Oh so you bought a ticket to disturb me You tryna fuck up my party You really want this from my team Well I got zero tolerance for bad manners I got the flow and you wanna stab at her And I ain't no rapper goddamnit I do what I want and they can't stand it No way in the fuck am I satanic But I beat 'em till I'm in a straitjacket You stopping my show it just ain't crackin' It's too late when you hear the gate crackin' Ah ah, squad or somethin', I ain't lackin' When that leg thrust and that head bustin' So your pussy ass just said somethin' You dead bitch, that way up front Get a visit up to the front door Stop you and the bitches stunt for You dead bitch that web frontin' Get that visit up to the front door (Fuck you Trick Trick!), get 'em