7th Amba**ador - If You Can Swing It (Then Bring It) lyrics

Intro: Hell Razah (Tray Bag) Man, stop frontin, fakin It's time to stop frontin, man n***as be actin like they got millions (If you can swing it, then bring it) YouKnowI'msayin? You got children to be feedin Seeds, n***a (If you can swing it, then bring it) Makin eachother bleed, makin eachother bleed KnowI'msayin? [Hell Razah] Yo, another day for the Sun to come out BLOAW! I'm like the gun inside your mouth Raise the temperature, got a short temper Move with the grand emperor, get a V.I.P The beat left R.I.P., your idol seems It's too many neighborhood heros playin Robert DeNiros I explode, 'til your froze to sub-zero Nuclear deliro to your ear hole Nocturnal 7 burn a reverend, put away your Mac-11 Stick your head inside this guillotine This is how we drug a fiend With the power, to refine it, clean I devour teams, d**h by the hour scheme High beams, shine inside your dreams I seen your gun gleam, aftermath, your steamed Eh yo, Supreme, if you took time to alright, support mines Hell Razah, bachelor extort rhymes, deport minds [7th Amba**ador] All imports and exports will be lost By the time you reach your next thought You best walk, or d**h will be your escort Let's talk, if you want to negociate Me and snakes don't a**ociate Don't complain, I'm on your brain like novacaine Non-brolic, can't hold the reign You'll get slain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame Chorus: Tray Bag If you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feel Bring your steel and your shield and still get pealed If you can swing it, then bring it Let's puff the hydro and do and number on the lumber and get nitro If you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feel Bring your steel and your shield and still get pealed If you can swing it, then bring it Royalties, higher days, laws, cop some pies for the Gods [Tray Bag] Bounties on your headpiece, flee from my fleet Duck the ricochets, in these days my luger sprays My evidence is concrete, my peeps pimped the streets Hara**ed by the boss of the drug taskforce All day, and evenin, them sirens by screamin You tyrants be fiendin, way past the meanin Your soil ain't fertile, but you challenged the hurdle Stung by the tongue, from the heat we get you numb Coke to a hope, we're all high, bone smoke Down the Hill and (re)'veal your addiction to dope Your ropes, lasos and chips of El Paso Past the Mexicans where our friends do our smugglin I'm jugglin, my ancient gram's cram royal ham A wolf in sheep's clothin, bubbles on my holdin Obsessed to the cess, out the jungles of Key West In the Caribbeans, rubbin elbows with the Dominicans Chorus: Tray Bag If you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feel Bring your steel and your shield and still get pealed If you can swing it, then bring it Let's puff the hydro and do and number on the lumber and get nitro [Ty-Stick] Yo, I blast tracks and snatch stacks, we all get paid Bumrushin A&R's like a TNT raid Smash walls in half, feel the reign of the wrath News channels on the scene display the horror, bloodbath One man army, Ty-Stick rips the scene This ain't the ordinary sh** Son, youknowwhatImean? Step aside, form a line, any line, make way Free agents on loose, yo these cats gotta pay Banger, multiple wounds from the sharp-edged hanger No need to speak Son, feel the heat, since the anger Got sh** locked down like a can of sardines Buried below, underwater like submarines I slide low key, but swift like a fox Hold heat e'ryday like two pairs of sweat socks Keep it real on my tracks, breakin legs and backs Speak from experience, f** the fiction, stick strictly with the facts Word up, it be true, kid you know how I do It seems my peoples never gonna learn the treacherous ways of Yacub But bustin, it be on, word is bond, I sends heat My style is nasty and raw like a jar of pigfeed Word up, it be on like that kid, for real, no lie Many men are prepared for war, ready to die My own peoples by snitchin and cuttin throat Been livin in the US ghetto for so long my peoples turnin red coat Word up, be on point for the attack It's goin down like that, it's goin down like that Outro: Hell Razah (Tray Bag) It's goin down like that (If you can swing it, then bring it) YouknowI'msayin? It's time to get serious It's a war goin on, you could get shot (If you can swing it, then bring it) We own the territory, youknowI'msayin? Violators will be prosecuted (If you can swing it, then bring it) KnowI'msayin? Hah, yeah, Nocturnal 7 Hah, yeah, Red Hook, Brooklyn (If you can swing it, then bring it)