Fam (Rottin' Razkals) - Lik A Shot lyrics

[Verse 1: Supreme C] Lick off a shot, I like drama hot A strain on my brain make me k** your blood clot So when you 'treat, make sure you got a shield Cos on the real-to-real I make your body stand still Watch your back, I get dim like the night In and out of sight to hit that a** up right Straight from the jungle where I call the zoo A major breakthrough, jersey comin through A straight line I walk, from ill town to newark Back and forth to pack stacks and vaults Troopin (troopin) just like the soldier Even if yer stiff like a boulder You'll still get run over Raise the stakes, all the winner takes Lyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakes I puff lye's, doing double i, till I die An' everybody get high [Verse 2: Headache] Ill to cruddy click Will leave you flattened it's so simple Playin' little f*gs out like a game of nintendo Nobody can see this b.g., that's hard to deal with Punks knuckle up and they better......... [Verse 3: Road Dawgs] Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth? This tracks makes me wanna grab my gat And lick off a shot through the roof I'm straight blasted, everybody's askin' Can it be the 6'3 g runnin rampant Bangin in your ear drum When I've finished n***as'll know what's here from Them other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one [Verse 4: Headache] I'm quick enough to hit em high with the double i I'm lettin you know right now I'm not to try to die Load up the clip for clicks who wanna start beef To be raised in the hood, you've gotta have heart, chief Headache is the name Catchin wreck is the game When I'm battle mc's I go tear em out the picture frame [Verse 5: Road Dawgs] Who wanna try to ? ? ? ? big booty, n***as, what's happenin? From ? ? ? ? to 1-18 dionna warwick can't keep us gangstas from rappin This is the road dawgs Rollin' wid the double I crew, we got it locked From the westside of inglewood to bangkok I drop slang, let my nutz hang Bustas can't handle us, from here to los angeles n***as hoo-bang [Interlude: Black (of Zoo Crew)] Yo, this black, I'm representin the motherf**in zoo crew I got my man sup c in the motherf**in' house I got my man headache in the motherf**in' house I got dueja, I got my motherf**in people The road dawgs, rottin razkals, and the cruddy click And yo, my man k-boogie on this track And now we gonna do it like this If you pussies can't give us our props Don't come to jersey and do no shows thinkin that they're sold out, n***a Chorus-x2 It's like that y'all, and we don't stop It's like that y'all, lick of a motherf**in shot [Verse 6: Dueja] Left to right, right to left I fight to d**h Mentally mad, I'm insane, but I'm the best Cos I flip sh**, get n***as lifted And then I creep to the naughty play ground Way down in jungle deep To smell the indo comin' from the steps As I walk down the block, n***as throwin up the set Double i, for life, if you slip, you're get dealt with quick My brotha gutter shakled up behind the steel strips [Verse 8: Cruddy Click] Cruddy quality is heavy duty You never knew me, pull no stu-dy To hide the 30 to life, my ? ? ? roll on n***as who try and do me I send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like ? ? ? ? Not even a scout can find your whereabouts You motherf**ers can lobby together, that makes it better For the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasion And I must seriously doubt if you can find a pa**age out You ego maniac, ? ? ? ? get blowed out When I showed out Ill towns how I stand for mind Get props to alpine, rip rhymes Designed with cruddy types of obstacles It's not impossible Your n***as is unstoppable [Diesel - Rottin Razkals] Hold your horses The lyrical force is about to toss this Standin in the column with no draws or losses [Fam - Rottin Razkals] I come to make a mess And put a disorder on anything in order Sorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta [Diesel] Prepare for the worst Once my verse hits the earth Competition's in fear, I could make a star burst [Fam] Wish it weren't trouble We get it on the double (I) Necks get ripped in a rumble You stumble, fumble, then crumble n***a [Diesel] Frustration influencin my attitude and mood Not in the mood to hear it So kid, don't step near it [Fam] We ain't gotta prove naythin Zip up your lip, cool with the basin Recognize and realize Open your eyes, look who you're facin I've been beat up Thrown all aroun Burns on my face Slammed on the ground [Diesel] The microphone is taken You must have been mistaken If your thought I was fakin Swinger, ain't perpertratin [Fam] So if you wanna be down Just step up, step up And if your pockets are too heavy You can give it up, yeah [Diesel] Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livin Cross the I once and it ain't no forgivin (forgivin)