DJ Homicide - Heads Up lyrics

[Intro: Scotty Wotty] Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G No foots allowed, you understand? [Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote Here on now's about, stuffing the couch Making sure that sh** is slammed right in your mouth I'm laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills Open like a market of fleas and from 11-7, son if you copping for trees And I'm only f**ing with 20s and Z's If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze A double dose of process and 4 g's [Verse 2: U-God] I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt Or put holes on the block it's just a notch on my belt Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane Hit the bu*ton doors open like bu*terfly wings And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing And we always up to something when the temperature's hot At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop [Verse 3: GZA] Lyrical battles I identify with I load up and exploit this fly gift The clip is filled with 16 bars Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred The mic booth is bulletproof Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths In the darkest area a**a**in down to bury ya Decode a message from the fastest carrier This craft of trade with a sharp blade A double-edged sword give life in dark fades Turn murderous rap only means I k**ed it Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme And shine light on the world in the form of art