Dope D.O.D. - Square One lyrics

[Intro] Uh oh, uh oh Uh oh, uh oh Yeah [Verse 1: Skits Vicious] Shifts on, this song kicks When you hit bongs and take five hits You gone, I write hits I ain't on the hustle, but my boys sell bricks No snake, ain't no snitch But I know a couple that they ain't goin' miss One wish, take your pick When you get shot though, where's your clique? Hey Skits ain't no fool Rappin' you, can't stay in school This game got some rules When it don't flip, don't rob them shoes When it don't click, don't cop them tools When it don't bling, don't cop those j**els When you ain't prepared, son You got to square- One, two, three come with me Let me show you how to rip an artery Let me show you how to rip your mom in three pieces Toss it to an ?far? MC I'm a beast just ask my dog, my G Heat, I make it hard to breath Way too deep, too far to leave But I keep tricks up my sleave Cause I [Hook] Ain't playin', ain't jokin' Quick leave your face open Angels stay floatin' Only I be chain smokin' Make paper, stay focused Now I'm on a plane floatin' I got the name growin' In case you ain't notice [Verse 2: Dopey Rotten] I'm having flashbacks, holes in your snapback Ain't got a backpack, I'm a clap back You taking over, no we can't have that Put numbers on the board and that's that Stick together like a wolf pack Dutch flag and the Union Jack The warden had sent precision attack Watch how the whole world turns pitch black [Jay Reaper] Yeah, big Mack, slick cat I wanna know where my real n***as at b**h slap, riffraff I got some real white boys in the back They ready to roll up at any motherf**er [?] call me maracas Smoke big blunts, I don't need no binaca Big Poppa, shocka What we got for the tribe and sh** Live as sh**, you mind your b**h sh** looking fine, don't mind that clip Lookin' like a dime, I grind them tits [Dopey Rotten] Take a few hits to prepare for the blitz My name be growin', emotions are mixed Always stay hatin', you'll never admit Your system's hacked in just a few clicks Put it in the box like a corner kick I was born to score, you was born a prick You don't play no more, losers always quit We stayed focused on how to make it Face it your mind-state's basic You can't take it how we just take sh** You unfit and we just goin' get Rags to riches, I ain't done yet Cause I [Hook x2] [Outro] Yeah In case you ain't notice It's a take over Yeah, Dope D.O.D We make this sh** look easy Be on the beats The Reaper, the Vicious, the Rotten 2014 And we out b**h