Knobody - Watch Those lyrics

[Intro] Earth to Pun.. come in Pun.. "Look at me, I'm the Water Boy!" Yeah yeah yeah.. The levels the levels the levels be good? Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah.. [Hook x2] You got to watch those, jokers who pop those You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed Indeed I spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh) [Verse 1] I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me? I told shorty I'mma shoot you papi Caught him in the crapper with the clapper; While he was doin caci I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell Either way I'mma lead the way, cause only time'll tell I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries There's no remorse - f** these thug n***as, show me the boss Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spear Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track n***a you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus You can't ignore us, n***a you know how we roll Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole [Hook] [Verse 2] Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back me Got the nicest n***as alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty" co*ky crafty like Rocky sa**y Puerto Rock Apache Posse not even the cops could catch me I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move a** Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist And I'm the trifest on the field Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to k** This ba*tard steal, a full clip and a extra And I'mma blast ya til your whole click respeta Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra 'tate quieta, the b**h got a bad temper Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance So take a chance, but expect the worst Put my foot so far up your a** The sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst [Hook]