Kaos - Launch a Shot lyrics

[Intro: Kaos] Yo, check it out. Uh, yeah. South side n***a. What. All my live n***as What. All my live n***as. All my live n***as. Yo, yo yo [Hook] Launch a shot Whether it's on or not Guard your block Beef then storm the spot Alarm the cops Stick you then pawn your watch No fake sh**, real MC's born to rock [Verse 1] Oh God, I get charged out of nowhere Battlin' me is like Afghanistan, nobody want to go there Especially when I'm charged off the cannibus toke Puff the dutch too much, lungs damaged with smoke You can front on the lyrics but you know they sound strong I walk down the blocks these b**h n***as ain't found on Diss me, get clowned on That's how it happen I bomb sh**, no nonsense, my style of rappin' So vicious Perfect, flawless, no glitches And after the show, I'm shacked up with yo mistress Yo b**hes! I'm runnin' game heavily To broads I'm Barry Bonds, I'm tryin' to hit 70 Memo came to me with the hot track Said, "I heard you rock phat." Asked for dope lyrics, sh** I got that Hardcore, fly the Condor Who want war? Impress the crowd and make 'em scream "Encore" n***as [Hook] [Verse 2] Y'all n***as talkin' bout the street life but really couldn't live it Watch your back punk, you might catch bullets in it These cats p**y like Monistat, bomb your rap Your album's faker than Michael Jackson's skin, I can't honor that The hungriest Technique like the drunken fist Lyrical cunningness, all haters can s** a dick I ain't adjust sh** holmes, I beg your pardon Don't address the Sargent, I bring d**h like The Headless Horseman Raw rhymes like P, I'm Bout that Me without sk**s, like the ghetto without crack How's about that I just snap like bra straps Test me, I hunger for blood Get your jaw tapped Who dares to try to master Walkin' fire hazard Natural disaster Blast ya To you nerd f**s who think you mastered the art Go back to The Yellow Brick Road and get you some heart Plus lyrically, or on the street, you don't want the ruckus I rain/reign on Tin Man MC's and leave them rusted Metaphor forever raw, lyrical predator Go to war like He-Man and Skeletor And f** wack, cause dope is all I settle for I play the rap game until I get a better score And right now my n***as lookin' like a blow out Grab the mic and show out never hold out No doubt [Hook x2] [Verse Three] I've been in this sh** since Rakim was Fiendin' for Mics When gold chains was the sh**, nobody's thinkin' of ice When the music bang hard, no debatin' it's soul Then the labels got shiest and took creative control Now we got senior rappers Low and behold Gettin' rich off lies and borrowed flows Can't record and snap But I'm advanced like a cordless lamp I make your crew look inferior with a chorus chant So who want it? I make the Earth lose orbit Chicago talk sh** and lose you life for it [Hook x2]