Ant Diddley Dog - You Ain't Heard sh** Yet lyrics

[Ant Diddley Dog] Yeah, I hope your motherf**ing eardrums is ready for this Bad N-Fluenz in the motherf**in' house Finna kick some sh** for all the n***as who think they be flowing I'm about to introduce my young partner, so kick back Hit the weed, and tweek off these motherf**ing flows Spit that sh**, Rappin' Ron [Rappin' Ron] That n***a Ron's back, with a bomb sack I'm either smoking or I'm signing on a contract And you will never see me sober cause I'm always lit And when I spit, I don't wanna hear y'all say sh** Cause when n***as talk sh**, I tax they a** While they b**h be begging for a backstage pa** Cause the b**hes be loving it, just they way I be shoving dick All down the hoes throat cause I ain't no joke Provoke, and I'll blow your chest open Come to Oakland, so you can get your neck broken And I'm the n***a that's doing the neck snapping Ripping these motherf**ers in half just like a wet napkin I'm up to no good in yo hood I'm walking through You know this fool, buster, who the f** you think you talking to? Saying you k** a crew, talking bout how you peel a few caps When all you do is steal a few raps Perhaps you should cut all the bullsh** before you get Beat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip And you'll get jumped like a gra**hopper And in the motherf**ing trunk I got a pump for your a**, partner Motherf**er, this a nine thing You running up to Rappin' Ron and catch a permanent migrane And murdering is what the hobby is And I'm a motherf**ing gangsta n***a, ain't that sh** obvious? Boy you can't hang, I'm deep in the game Rappin' Ron is the name, smoking bomb is the game And every day I'm smoking it, straight out of Oakland, b**h Cussing when I'm busting, crushing that mediocre sh** n***a cross the line and I'm beating those Cause they try to bust flows and they fold and they decompose And I kick back like a big vet So n***a you can hit the deck but you still ain't heard sh** yet [Ant Diddley Dog] Man, told y'all motherf**ers he was a goddamn fool! Hell naw, f**ing with these young gangsta poets Coming with this lyrical-a** sh** My young parter Rappin' Ron gonna show you y'all Motherf**ers how it's supposed to be done So turn up the goddamn Zaps and bump them 15's Cause you STILL ain't heard sh** yet [Rappin' Ron] You ain't heard sh** yet, cause I'm a motherf**in' vet My style will break off and take off just like a jet Set to grab the tec, and pop in some clips And hit the corner in the mob, let off some shots while they diss b**h you'd better break, k**ing is in the take First the 8 then the 9 so you'd better get it straight Wait, n***a stizzop, Ron's getting prizzops And if you get disgusted you'll get busted in your chizzops You can't f** with me, cause I'm a young G n***a the O is the town, the 89 is the T That's my turf since the birth, putting fools in a hearse Yeah I love to bust raps, but I gotta bust caps first Leaving punk motherf**ers on they backs Cause when I pull my straps, all them saps just collapse And I watch them figgety fall, cause I'm a higgedy hog Coming up out the kiggedy cut with my partner Ant Diddley Dog I ain't scared, cause they unprepared I said "flee" and the fled, I said "bleed" and they bled from the head Now they doead, they caught too many slugs But gimme the mic and I'm ripping and rapping and rocking And dropping them lugs So motherf**ers love Rappin' Ron cause I'm perking up off that bomb And I'm really not that high when I'm off that chocolate Thai So let's go and get some dank and some drank and let's lounge Don't try to creep, peep a n***a from the town That's down to blow up your whole f**ing block Get on my nerve when I'm perved and get served like a knot And then catch the shot from my Glock when it busts Yeah you probably be f**ing with them but n***a but you never be f**ing With us So trust, that punk motherf**ers get served Talk sh** when I'm lit and get kicked to the curb And punk-a** n***as get served quick And your a** needs to chill cause you still ain't heard sh** [Ant Diddley Dog] Goddamn! This n***a's sick as f**! Check thise out, man, oooh, this n***a ain't even finished yet So calm your motherf**ing a** down, peep this last verse [Rappin' Ron] Now everybody think that I lost it So they be running up quick but I be coming up with that raw sh** The one that flow, now everyone I know I'm another motherf**er and I'm coming from the O To the A to the K, straight from the Bay Where the n***a slang the yey or they either snort the pay Some n***as be hopped out, big time and got clout And some went to school but them fools just dropped out So if you made it, n***a, then I'm glad you made it But I'm undereducated cause I never graduated But I don't give a fu*k about no goddamn diploma I'd rather grab my gat and put a n***a in a coma I don't know no calculus, algebra, or geometry But I got my gat so I know trigga-nometry And all that school sh** was nerve-racking That sh** ain't gave me pape, that's the reason I prefer jacking Perking off of Genuine Draft The kinda n***a that'll put a couple in you and laugh Lend you half a motherf**ing gravesite You can't f** with the man with my hand on my guage tight But I'm a do it like this so your crew will know Tie your leg to a car, tie the other to a pole Talk sh** and laugh cause I got the gift of gab Hop in the car, hit the gas, watch your a** split in half Motherf**ers think that they stacking I got more raps than a gift and more straps than a straightjacket It's just that flow sh**, that coming up out the O sh** Now wait for the next song so you can hear some more sh**, b**h Rappin' Ron in this motherf**er, you know what I'm saying? Saying what's up to all my potnas in East Oakland, California Crazy-a**Regis from 89th Avenue My potna Ace, my homeboy FT You know how we doing it, my potnas Sunny and Shine Just kicking it, doing this Oakland type sh**