Buckshot - Ape Food lyrics

[Supreme] You better wise up, times up, competition gets sized up When I bust, I crush every single thing I touch So get your grind up, foes get lined up Rewind up, tied up, fronting will get your eyes shut We stay alert and n***as know it's affirmative These young wack journalists, flipping, get on some murder sh** Ain't nothing permanent, n***a you know who turn it is It's the alternative, ill street verbalist Kick a**, take names, co*k back, then take aim Supreme on my A-Game, I spit heat, spray flames So watch how you say things, you cats better maintain Come packed like the A train, then clap at your mainframe [Rock] You muthaf**as know me Green like frog, but no F-R, just O-G R-O-C-K Ness monster, the chest stomper The skit blonger, that n***a just bonkers Dress warm in the summer time, that's just heat on my waist Careful you, open the oven, it'll be heat in your face Keep it in place, bong, die when the sket burst, hit cha Roll deeper than them Verizon network n***as (Can you hear me now?) D.I.R.T. and the Reps hurt n***as pride Well them bird n***as ride Tell them herbs get ya nine mills and k**as, I'm gorilla They think they bananas, well fine I'll peel ya [Hook: Rock] Finally, about time, something you can hate to Hate to, two step, frown up your face too Nobody dance around, acting all playful f** outta here, this is muthaf**ing ape food, flame you [Sean Price] Listen, I will end your life, fam With a knife, but tonight I will Kimbo Slice fans Catch me hopping out the hot truck Cold stares, no fear, knock 'em out the box, Ruck Murder a man when I blam the chrome, but I can Roberto Durán you, the hands of stone f** it, It don't matter to me, capital P Independent rapper, trafficking to package your D Listen, I clap you with the weapon, yeah Receive shells well, the immaculate reception Accurate, I smack you with a rap and get to stepping Before you face to face with a Black Smif-n-Wessun, P [Lidu Rock] Aiyo, I'm back in this b**h like a n***a never left off I'm still hammer handling, shotty will blow ya chest off Started where we left off and I leave you where you finish, kid You dinner plate, murder you monkeys where them gorillas at Now where them k**as at, line 'em all up Flip a county, pop a n***a face, nine 'em all up Yeah, listen, I put the metal to you herbs The combination is heavy, it's like it's h**ne and herb I'm a devil with the bird, you n***as just like to talk and flash Soft packing n***a for stunting and let it spark his a** This is the Dirtyville, n***a, not the dirty south We still get it rocking with choppers and let them birdies out [Hook] Finally, about time, something you can hate to Hate to, two step, frown up your face too Nobody dance around, acting all playful f** outta here, this is muthaf**ing ape food, flame you