Durag Dynasty - Goon Call lyrics

(Hook x2) This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body Karate Shotty, pop off, street party We thick on the streets, Alchemist on the beat Emptied out a clip then pistol whip, you with the heat k**er Ben: (Verse 1) Yo I got biscuits out the oven, pippin hot huntin Start something Dark Desperado, talk tungsten Art of ghetto noise spark destruction And embark the ghetto boys to bring hammer head toys to touch em Nails in the cross for the sins the money costs The greedy double cross for that work you bubble off And how was I to know the county jail was show & tell? You tell me you hustle? I’ll show you where you failed It was money first, no dishonor, live today, no tomorrow Steal before you beg, clap with yo head before we borrow sponsored links blacking out on hunger pains, not eating they fun & games heat seeking a buck and change, these streets ain’t f**in playin Life on the line when it’s necessary women are secondary, to the nature of God, the sanctuary Hate to carry so much malice, method of madness Balance hell on earth, rep for the turf, moment of silence man Whoever said it’s lonely at the top never hit the bottom I ain’t silver spooned, catch them n***as slippin got em Planet Asia: (Verse 2) Hasan the God, P Allah, extend centuries, Camouflage, hand grenades, M60’s k**a Sha, rest in peace, you’re not forgotten Les Watson, Raymond James, Michael Jackson Brown water, kush purple, Halal bust down Gold Kufis, hash blocks, my crack touchdown Amsterdam, convent 125th Golden Gate, Crenshaw, Malcolm X Powder block, MLK we keep the sh** lit Bulletproof, CLk, 7 6’s, Peace God, hallelujah, Merry Christmas Let’s build on all the stars and the planets, knowledge the distance We got 4 billion, 400 million True and Livings Listening The devil still Willie Lynch'n TriState: (Verse 3) Ayo Sanskrit, sundial, supreme mathematics Hollow tips dumped out, extreme biohazard Money gram ministry, preach sermons of misery For mocking my delivery, hire k**ers from Italy it's on, drama when the felt tips drawn Then it’s cannons in ya grill, no affiliats to Don, we the bomb Itchin to blow, no, scratch that Itchin for dough, the Calamine is a fat stack pay me A product of the Reaganomic era gone crazy Lookin at the man in the mirror, eyes hazy Suicide samurai gamma ray Pledge gamma phi, thugs amplify the murder rate Focus, The cadence of the rhyme got you open Like you just snort a line, I ain’t lyin, we the dopest Burial ground town, 200 thou down Surround sound, crash loud, sick as a mad cow We beefin, salmonella leakin out the speakers when I’m speakin Read between the lines of the teaching (Hook x2) This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body Karate Shotty, pop off, street party We thick on the streets, Alchemist on the beat Emptied out a clip then pistol whip, you with the heat