Inspectah Deck - That sh** lyrics

(Intro: Inspectah Deck) Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah Lets stand up y'all What up, we on the rise 10304 types Move with The Movement Its like Roy Jones said What's that son Y'all must of forgot or sutten word Yo INS (Inspectah Deck) We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks On some Wu sh**, two chicks shootin' my flicks Might creep through ya town all wrong Half a bone, twenty inch chrome Illuminatin' off ya dome Like OT status, the one to get at Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat f** the media hype, I'm into Stereotype Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist Only for ayallytes with the target sliced Now the parasite blined by your neon light Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That sh** The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this Cuz this is That sh** (Inspectah Deck) Yeah yeah, n***az stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque Been around the world, put a house on the hill But still greasy like the corner store grill We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it Big boys step through, they all step aside They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise (Chorus) (Inspectah Deck) Heads get ripe off-a this Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift Like this, like that, put pressure on rap Cheques stack, watch a s** trap Shorty through an X in my 'yac Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words (Chorus)