Horseshoe Gang - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

[Intro] Shoe-Gang Firing Squad the album - March 22nd Damn, everybody rapped on this beat didn't they? But they didn't do it like this! Let's get it [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Male prostitute, f** you pay me I'm Jay Z, I'm Shady plus 2-P-A-C Every time you see me I be throwin' a fit I mean throwin' up set, yup, throwin' up my clique I rest in peace you, Long Beach's resident evil I'm Deebo when I wreck a set Then he a [??????] I'm the son of Nino and Cleo, I guess I'm Neo The one to set it off, I snipes with desert eagles I spit the craziest, dangerous, gangsterous sh** Then I mix it with that slang that I strangle and mangle your clique You n***as'll get tangled, caught in my cross hairs We fly as L-A-X so call us Lacrosse players [Hook] [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] Alright I'm nice with the flow but I got a mean swag of steel Cuz my jeans gotta sag like the Screen Actors Guild I'm drunk guzzlin' vodka, f** s*uts with knockers Snub gun'll pop ya, choppers guillotine, your middle finger's stuck up for coppers Other hand got 4 fingers up, give the middle 2 a little twist like the Young Money roster School of Hard Knocks, Ben Franklin had to teach me math Rap game taught me Public Enemy was my PE cla** I'm on every street in Long Beach, guap chasin' Catch me spending money on Willow like Roc Nation That line was strictly for my LB fam Peace to DC gang, my n***a LB bam [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Sick as polin' a minor, chrome loaded for hire We could go toe-to-toe, I'mma be the only survivor On the internet I slay n***as dead You couldn't hang on the web even if your name was Tobey Maguire We controllin' sh** like the Roman Empire Warriors, not Roman yo, we roamin' with iron You n***as thats old should retire or test my flow and expire Y'all so washed up you should be thrown in the dryer The last n***a that popped sh**, the magnum shot his face The f*ggot dropped in place, the body in catatonic state I turn your frame into trash, anatomic waste A savage giant: half bionic, half psychotic ape [Hook] [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] My flow's opening doors, a n***a win, you can call it a key It's hella dope so once again you can call it a ki Lil n***a but my b**h I'm taller than she But due to all the a**, when we sit down she look taller than me My spit is sadistic, vicious, twisted, demonic My writtens is as sick as sippin' on a pitcher of vomit n***a's jaws get broken quick as the emptiest promise You n***as was born yellow like y'all was stricken with jaundice I'm mindless, blindly aimin' them things Y'all talk like you wanna get shot, so I'm aimin' to please A stand-up n***a, grind while you lay around I stay on my toes cause I can't stand laying down [Hook] (x2) [Verse 5: Julius Luciano] Pistol to you whack rappers claimin' that you hip hop If that's so, the gat blow your hip off, now you hop I'm coming straight raw like I'm out of rubbers, 'bout as gutter As a bowling ball off course, you hear the sound of thunder When that AK ignites, I split your crown asunder Then I be puttin' that A to you losers like Lupe's album cover Every line I pen is a sign of eminence polysyllabic rhymin' You wanna study the lines and sentences, I'mma show guys the rhymin' syllabus I'm like Gasol with the ball, I mean that Pau shootin' Yeah our sh**'s about to drop, call it bowel movement If a ho give head, I screw her I just f**ed Bruce Willis daughter Had her legs open, I'm known to spread a rumor [Hook] [Verse 6: Kenny Siegel] f** with me and really ball til you fall, that's what it'll come to Have money before I dropped you, be broke when you come to Punk you, I'm on these b**hes heads like horse hair No such thing as a fair war only warfare Metro PCS, my lines are unlimited (spotless) They unblemished, then copy, can't none mimic it (stop it) You punks feminine, I'm brolic with them things When my lead pull, I'm Red Bull, one shot will give you wings My flow is electric, damn Edison Your's funny, mine's on the money like dead presidents Vicious is everything your bro-man utters My sword's sharp, yours not, so your flow can't cut it [Hook] [Verse 7: Demetrius Capone] We don't mix like Cain and Able, a cane and able-bodied people I'm able to body people when I aim the Mohave Eagle What time is it? wait, it's time to eat you Cuz it's 8, I'm scrapin' the plate, the Dahmer sequel Ahead of my time when rhymin' you dudes are behind a year The Mayans was lyin' cause I'm the future and I am here I'm the year 2020, you viewin' me bright and clear I'm only a stereotype cause I'm a pioneer I got that criminal flow, yo, cause my flow is stealing the show Stealin' your shine combined with stealin' your dime, my rhymes are stealing your ho Cuz she got that donkey, I'm finna nail That mean nail that a**, call it pin the tail [Verse 8: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] We the firing squad, we a violent mob k**ers for pay, even hitmen hire the COB I'm a tyrant, I'm tired of frauds I'm tyin' your broad to a hydrogen bomb Black hoodie with the iron inside I gotta k** MC's before the day is over It's my job, I k** dudes just to make quota A k**er whale, swallow lames like your name's Jonah No alcohol, you take shots your brain hang over your skull It's nothing for me to fire the heckler You want war, I'm on board, Ryan Sheckler Reverse atheist, cause God don't believe in y'all Instead, for dead, the COB gon' be leavin' y'all SSUTT [Hook]