Easy Mo Bee - Can I Get Some lyrics

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Easy Mo Bee - Can I Get Some lyrics

[Intro] Hell yeah This is how we supposed to do Uh-huh, Black Fist we gon' do? [Chorus] Drop the grenade, n***as ain't larger Time to get paid, you're in the alarm Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm I'm about to lay, hey, can I get some? [King Just] Yo, come get a f**in taste of reality Casualty, wept over the whole f**in galaxy Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley Davidson, I take on the bravest one And turn into that b**h a** n***a he was Cuz, ain't no fakin and no playin And every word that I say, is every word that I'm slayin Oh God, why do they think I'm broad Is it my lyrics is hard or is I'm wit the Mob From the Six, now all these rappers talkin sh** But I must be schemin on my life to make hits Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised Ya n***as don't exist, like f**in pens you pry But I'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat f**in wit Just, that's like swimmin in sh**'s Creak Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia Sk**s is ill, real faster than a cheetah In a jungle, and I'mma watch ya empire crumble If rap was football, ya n***as would of been fumble [Chorus] [King Just] Back up, back up, yes Zoo's in town Wit the new twist and a brand new sound What you want? Ya n***as ain't ready for war Cuz it take ten more, before I get raw Hardcore, off the wall hip hop Nonstop, settin up shop on your block Wit Glocks, let ya brain rot Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop What blood clot? Means no money, no honey And that's what make us better than you dummies Sayin all types of sh** like Shaolin wouldn't last But just like an automobile you been ga**ed Pa**ed, just like the rest, you wanna come for test My brain's half rhyme, the other half cess I've been blessed wit the success What did you except? Look at the way I catch wet From the projects, and I'mma live here Til I die, gettin high, Shaolin Soldiers take over in '95 And I'mma make sure all my sh** is raw For ya n***as who front, spell it backwards, war [Chorus] [King Just] Hey good lookin, what you got cookin Pack your nerve quick, I have this in the street shookin The f**ed up, n***as better duck Somebody call a bomb squad, cuz I'm about to blow up Boom, there goes the building The bomb makes a k**a stackin loot to the ceiling Who dwellin and dealin, maybe I got the f**in feelin That I'mma make platinum, I gots to see the million I'm destined to buck f**in wild just like a Western They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions Ain't no second guessin, I'm back, where's ya heart at? Shaolin's on the map, Zoo n***as attack The track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minute And as long as I'm in it, boy, I'mma finish A M.C. off, they got lost and tossed by the source Cuz I pay the cost to be the boss You get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled Banner Slammin sh** more harder than f**in Thor's hammer The ill manner, wit ill grammar When I get mad, I turn the opposite of f**in David Bammer The incredible, unedible, turn backwards Terrible, co*k a phony rappers offa pedestal [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah, how we on that Shaolin Soldier sh** King Just, the Mystics of the God Sex, Money, and Cess and the Blas'e Blah [Chorus]