your car You got plaques on your wall, I'll put your backs on the wall I'll subtract all of y'all, I'ma ball till I fall [Chorus x2] [True Breed] Low Profile
you afraid It's all about the Silencer, that's the name We're some crazy motherfuckers from the West Coast Smoking Mary Jane and we pimp hoes Low Profile
take of mine, I'm taking out six bitch Starting off with you, then killing the rest of your punk ass crew So you better run fast Cuz those Low Pro Gangsters
[Frank V] I'm a Low Pro thuggsta, used to be a muggsta And if you heard Overdose you'd think I own a drug store Raps like Rocha, or better yet coca My
[Silencer] Califa Thugs straight coming and gunning You're running on a mission, no competition I'm coming at you with my ammuntion We be the baddest
and all around the crossfader Hands start to bleed as if the table was a grader Without hesitation, here's a tastin demonstration How we got a standin ovation Straight from Low
of you who wanna battle my crew I come from the family down with Priority Peace to N.W.A and Eazy-E And to the homies everywhere that's down with Low
[DTTX] Smash the dash, you know I'm all about the cash I burn it up like hash, Low Pro staff After that why don't you tell me who you thought it was
(Funky) [VERSE 1: W.C.] Check 1-2, yo everybody, what's up? Low Pro is definitely in effect, and bringin y'all the dope stuff This here is doper than
sit and suffer Gang violence strikes again, the sound of a trigger News at 11, now it's one less nigger, they figure Self-destruction, bro, you're goin low
Dub and Aladdin's on the cut With another dope jam and a brand new style By the way, I'm from the crew called the mighty Low Profile But definitely pertainin
, I'm pertainin to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay your dues Low Profile
name Low Pro will grow stronger over centuries But when you say our name, then don't forget to mention these Dope jams that kept suckers in check Yo, you know Low
1989 DMC Seminar contender Can't touch us, boy, we in here now Uknowmsayin Low Profile's in effect [VERSE 4: W.C.] You never heard of me, why? Hey yo, I keep a low
crease my cords and tell a sucker to step off And bail like a true B-boy dropping rhythimatic styles Aww shhh, I'm from the Low Profile The home base
those who wack Flinch an inch and get beat with a bat Now here's a mellow rhyme I slapped together a few minutes ago Pertainin to those who dissed the Low
little somehin I slapped together just for you and your weak posse I dedicate it to those who don't know That I'm a maniac straight from the heart of Low
[VERSE 1: W.C.] I'ma take this opportunity to explain Why would a kid in '89 wanna sling cocaine Kilos of cracks in stacks, and spend 20s and 10s And
