C.C.F. Division - Come One, Come All lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah (yo) Turn my mic up, one two East Coast Gangsters (straight Brooklyn right here) (East Coast Gangster, East Coast Gangster) Come to let ya n***as know One time and one time only We ain't playin [ShaCronz] Yo, yo, yo, yo Stay charm, livin, everybody wanna know cons position I'm in the strong condition, plus there's no competition Pop dons, twistin up, arm glisten RZA truck, lean dudes in the hallway, sittin, spittin up Don't think about gettin up, this world ain't forgettin us On the streets, we crizzin cuts, too late me missed the bus So I hop in the train, poppin them things Shootin stupid, hittin every cop in my lane Hip hop is my game, my job, my hustle Had to rob and scuffle, when the projects, the god struggle In the public, you know for thuggin crew Little rugged dude, comin thru Like the man in front of you, you can't do nuthin dude Who is he? Catch me in a pair of shoes, pissy Seen more grands than you, lizzy, when it comes to crime Ain't nuthin, my first guns a nine Summertime, frontin on the block, we get ones with nine Who's wild? New style, some say I'm too foul Ya rap dudes is curtail, sit back and watch my loot pal Slot Time eliminatin, ya rhymes a criminatin Shine innovatin, two dimes in rotation, mind insinuation God, ya dudes is weak, sometimes I be losin sleep To write that sh**, that make ya move ya feet My fuse is deep, on tape ain't confuse my speech Lock me up, behind bars, cuz I refuse to speak [Chorus 2X: ShaCronz] Come one, come all, if you wanna ball All weak n***as on the floor We can take it to the courts, guns involved, my sons involved Can't f** with it, if there's no ones involved [Freemurder] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo I squeeze heaters, take you out of here on some I don't need ya, Swiss cheese ya Keep you runnin like cheetahs Squeeze 16's, thru they 9 millimeters Ram came back, short stop like two re-ups Get money, f** squeezers, send my dogs to get out ya With sweepers, Lil' Free a sneak ya Splash ya, put 3 strikes on ya like Adidas Ya causin blood on my sneakers Squeeze with ease, shot sound like four speakers Affiliated with Streetsweapers That's why they get sprayed in the night with red beamers Get laid in broad daylight, ya fools don't want it Click all you, run up on you Rob pools, on they floor, j**els, gun on you Grimy when I want to, no tellin what I'm gon do What ya n***as wanna do? Throw shots at ya Mom too Can't beat me, call me, ya f*ggots disappoint me Throwin shots at ya head, back frontin for me Shootin for my block away, I'm blazin a ack Ya n***as quick to but ya Glock away Ya n***as can't rock with me, ya n***as ain't stoppin me Most b**hes be clockin me Can't bag one b**h with the other chick clockin me [Chorus 2X] [ShaCronz] I burn the enterprise, with recognitiative We don't surrender to f*ggots You got to shoot me to try to injure my status The things you do, make a lot of these contenders the maddest But not me I visit cabbage, make ya render the karat This in the average of 8 shells, cape swells On these streets peak with my tape sells Look how we creep in eight wale Hoes in barrettes, scheme boatin on the coast of Java Bloods loke, bust guns for Dada I'm defensive, a lineman like "Mean" Joe Green Sell no dreams, hold the fort in my Polo jeans Blow cream, blow steam, I make hoes scream In front of the stage, I watch the hoes fiend I want the bread, f** the law Hustle with guns, gotta cut the raw The devil my one, pedal touchin the four Dudes fumble when I come, my metals bustin for war We never settle the score, devils watchin ya door, what? [Chorus to fade]