DJ Green Lantern - Tag Team lyrics

Yeah Yo Crazy Stana Dunknow Yeah (StanaMan) Yo, Stana and Tizzle's in the building Ain't nothing fake about this it's the real thing Go hard, go hard, n***as know we flow hard Leave skid marks on the beat, like a wheel spin (Crazy Titch) Big Dad on the road, you clowns are children All them man are garbage I don't care who feels ‘em Punchlines, similes this is how I k**s them Broke arse n***as talking like their getting meals in (StanaMan) Came jail back in 06 and we're still in You can ask about us on the roads we're still kings (Crazy Titch) Still floss, real ice, listen this is real bling Careful what you say before you get your face filled in (StanaMan) And I got a mean right hook to push your grill in Streets can't forget my name because it still rings (Crazy Titch) Bails all around the world plus your girl's still grim 3-8-6 shots and the barrel wheel spins (StanaMan) Like a burn out, put the f**ing word out Cause n***as got back what we start, it's our turn now (Crazy Titch) Old school, brown white quos you better learn now Careful what you say before you get your cell burnt out (StanaMan) So get it right cause any rapper can take the mic, step in the ring And get tired in the first round (Crazy Titch) I bust the first round, that'll be the worst sound 1-8-7 make your team follow the hearse round (StanaMan) I stand firm with my Nikes on the Earths ground Still hot stepping the booth, to lay a verse down (Crazy Titch) Air Max Skylines, Air Force, 9-5's I've always got a fresh pair you ain't gotta like mine (StanaMan) 90's and Y-3's, blue jeans and white ki's AJ's, AK's cause I rhyme nine G (Crazy Titch) Old traits of Old C listen I'm an OG And I've got a fresh pound of bless off an OG More times a nine bar, listen I'm a low-key n***as acting like they're hustling and getting no P (StanaMan) n***as can't approach T, n***as can't approach me Hard face, Scarface summit like Tony (Crazy Titch) Montana, bang hammer, chisel no bandana Old school dan-dadda if you're bad show me (StanaMan) Bang hammers coldly, late nights no sleep Roll deep and control sheep like Bo Peep (Crazy Titch) I ain't gotta phone about, me I got my own heat Close range, stay shot tell a fool go sleep (StanaMan) Lights out, nines out spray a n***as whole team (Crazy Titch) Fake arse super heroes acting like they won't bleed (StanaMan) They don't wanna shoot it out they just wanna go plead (Crazy Titch) Getting bruddahs locked up turn ‘em into co-dees (StanaMan) Nobody gives a f**, he ain't getting no heat (Crazy Titch) Now I'm rocking handcuffs like a f**ing rolie (StanaMan) f** around get a fat lip and a nose bleed (Crazy Titch) In the dock, telling lies if not don't speak Couple man that chat sh** I swear down I'll get your f**ing house locked for the whole week n***a!