E-A-Ski - IMG lyrics

IMG n***a, ha-ha What? You ain't knowin' 'bout this motherf**in' clique motherf**er? Too many n***as you just can't f** with So you better bow down to this real motherf**in' sh**, n***a Verse 1: n***as can't rest, they see d**h in the capital west They just rest in pieces when I releases this stress Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today I don't play no games, I'm a playa so I peep it Put one of your funky tracks next to mine and watch me heat-seek it Kablow All my enemies have been faded Even rappers on tour never made it to they designated Comin' through that east side Oakland with that drip-drop hip-hop Watered down sound That never made it to the underground n***a, my voice is more irritating than chlorine in your eye n***a, I'm from the I, M G, I'm S-K-I A multi-talented minster music Weed? I don't do it. Samples? I don't use it Straight, original from this musical OG n***a, open your eye, cuz the I is in IMG. (chorus) IMG (for life, n***a) West Side (for life, n***a) You raise your Glock at my clique (we'll take your life n***a) It ain't no thing for us to blast (And twist your cap and leave a bullet in your a**) IMG (for life, n***a) West Side (for life, n***a) You raise your Glock at my clique (we'll take your life n***a) It ain't no thing for us to blast (And twist your cap and leave a hole in your a**) Verse 2: I'm scopin' n***as out Show me the trigger and watch me pull it, send a bullet to these Rappers' mouth So now, I gotta make my escape Like Houdini the great "O" is for original, "A" is for artillery, "K", that's for k**a n***a, for my scrilla. Musical guerilla sellin' records by the milla That's platinum, now n***a read my walls and lick my balls Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall Now, for all you do, n***a, this is for the b**h in you It's part two to take a hit must I continue to bend you I don't give a f** if your whole crew defends you I got a crew to, but I don't need 'em to get in you You s** like the pink part of the p**y, fool And your tracks ain't funky enough, because your ho keeps dishin' you You double agents keep on spyin' me But it really don't matter cuz they can't see that IMG (chorus) Verse 3: n***as be having they noses turned up like b**hes They must not know I work full time, dumpin' n***as in ditches My name and my reputation speak for they self The doctor should have told you Mr. SKI is fatal to your health Or else, they should tell you I cause brain damage I manage to rip MC's in half, before I vanish Transparent. (I'm highly invisible and that's why you can't see me) Lookin' wicked in a T-shirt and a black beanie When I creep like TLC I ain't 2Pac so keep your motherf**in' eyes off me I told you in the beginning,I'd blast if I have to Now I have to, slap you up like the ho you are and mack you, n***a And I ain't talkin' 'bout gamin' on ya I'm talkin' 'bout mackin' you when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya You better keep your punk-a** from trying me You better try a taste-test before you think of trying IMG (chorus till end)