Pass the glock, word up Pass the glock, uh, ha (T Squaders, T Squaders) You can't stop T Squad, you can't stop T Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers Welcome
cry Don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes My niggas rhyme that's all I love Put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta
keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck To represent the heat that I repeat Now you can take the highs out
first Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst Ask me, we floss fancy, me and Angie Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
we will in due time I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes I get caught then my mind's defending my son's rhymes 'Cause my thoughts stay
spittin unique Rhymes, for niggas who sleep A thug officially, slugs christin me Evidently, we hustle on blocks where presidents be My rhymes represent the, criminal element My
on your hand) Besides, if I told you then I'd have to choke ya Chop ya, cut ya, Shaggy'll smoke ya To much dirt that I can't speak Now that you think
venom Eyes wide open until the cops come and get em I pause, my dialogue 'ttampt to catch my breath But before i knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest
on kickin' that D Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change? Can I...maintain and do this rap thing? Yo, can I...kick it? [Mannie Fresh] Yes, you can
getting checked The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect I be the brain cell buster Old school style kicking hustler That'll rush ya like a wrestler Elliot Ness ya, bow to my
though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only
...got another sound mission" [defari] [evidence] Yo ya'll, my shit is timeless A clock wit no hands, a hourglass wit no sand My lifespan's been
] "Evidence...got another sound mission" [Defari] [Evidence] Yo ya'll, my shit is timeless A clock wit no hands, a hourglass wit no sand My lifespan'
Flames mini blowin on my hands like dust Chicks wanna slurp? Guaranteed I make ya burp Just put your teeth to the curb And hum a word Some nerve, cats think they can
diggi-Daz step up on that ass Yeah, guess what's in here? My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in here Yo, my
