5 Foot Hyper Sniper - Remy on Rocks lyrics

[Intro: Naki (Black Venom)] Yeah, '99... yo, yo (you know I feel, crazy) '99, no it's my time to shine (It's the Brooklyn Zu) '99, no it's my time to shine (men on Remy) Yeah, yeah, yeah (we got that Remy on rocks) What, what, what, what (Manchuz, The Ninjaz, Lil' Nak) Yeah, yeah (how you moving son?) [Naki] All hail Naki, bang with Monk, girls stop me Never stressed it, when I'm doing my karate Mic and a pen, you think I'mma sleep, come and try me Hit clubs, they not me, it's my world, like Bobby Gettin' nasty, now fools wanna knock me Getting tipsy with Remy, man can't stop me Get the g's lit, like John Gotti Front and get smushed cheesed up like chron' shotty By any means, yo I bag mommies, see his little posse Can't wear Armani, rock the Versace When you see me, you praise me like Gandhi Getting Marley money and chase like Biggie, gettin' jiggy I know some people who would die for me, cry for me Tell a judge, lie for me, n***as don't know I be Naki, the illest young god in the industry, what [Black Venom] I know Naki, the in soldiers, they suppose ta Make me strike back, then attack like a cobra Centipede phantom that moves like a testarosa The person you be glad to see, look on your poster I'm getting records, do as I slang, do my thang Live like a king, boy, you hear my name ring Got love for all my n***as up in the game Hungry for this cheddar, like a lion untamed n***as had more time to shine, more time to rhyme Now you hear me, and you out to take mines I break it down, line for line, so forget it And I know why I spend time here, cuz I sh** it It's on now, who make you believe like a healer Hard rocks get shot the f** up but turn squealer To my gray building, rest in peace, put a meat into my grimeys Look, I'm lost in life all in these streets [Hook: I-Born] Brook' Zu, lean on remy Remy on rocks, semi on blocks for knocks Let the goods get gots, son I sip when it's hot Billy Bop, pot to piss, like I sh** on sh** Iced wrist custom, break 'em off something for nothing When they front on, bust 'em a twin nine cousin, two dozen Clip spliff split, lick off, hit, see off [Drunken Dragon] I put your brains on the street, the peep with the elite Heavy hitters who break meat, break cheeks and wack beats You act sweet to the cowardly lion, harder they moving And the witch is started, you been hurt But ya bank is absurd you heard, we taking over Listen closer, blaow, that's the sound of my toaster I'm banging in your eardrum, co*k and cum Leave you dripping from the side of your head, free the dumb You dead, wondering why an MC like me Grabs a microphone and call himself the G.O.D Cuz the devil is my enemy, claims who I are Like the man from Mars, Drunk Drag face bizarre Meet me at the back of the bar, getting drunk With my man Buddha Monk and the Manchu fam What you didn't understand what according to plan In this game called life, as we come into the light [5 Foot Hyper Sniper] My mind, filthy rich, within the mind and sh** Like D.L. chip whip, shootin' out on 1-6, you know the clip Hit a monk, paralyze him, make this world champ perfect sick Should of kept his mouth shut, but he didn't So I had to put every bullet in him He laugh every time I put it on him I said, I don't give a f**, I had a ski mask black hoody on him Igloo boost on him, timb boot on him Bulletproof on him, hangers and walkers with ranch Leaving fruit trees, wasn't scared to shoot Know if it's the type loot, salute That's the signal for the brutes That touchdown like Terrell Davis, n***as guns is real Like Avis, welcome Irie, C.E.O., out dave us [Hook to fade] [Outro: I-Born] You did, when it's remy on rocks Remy on rocks, remy on rocks Remy on rocks, remy on rocks, remy on the rocks, rocks Remys on rocks, remy on rock, semi on blocks for knocks Brook' Zu, Brooklyn, bust 'em Remy on rocks, remy on rocks, rocks, rocks Remy on rocks, Brook' Zu, remy on rocks