Pete Rock - Da Villa lyrics

Oh...yeah...yeah (oh)...uh [Hook] S Villa, n***a, that's the crew when you rep' (Who?) It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you (You!) It's the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude) Spitin darts so n***a bring your vest too Villa n***a, That's the crew when you rep' (Who?) It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you It's the S move, crushin' your best dude Spitin darts so n***a bring your vest too [Verse 1: T3] (Guess who) just stepped in the basement with Pete? Quick, swift with the flow boy S to the V Hear the static in the records, the dust in the beat Grimy like the ghettos when it's pitch black in the streets Red alert n***a better beware, bring the heat Soul Suvivor comin' through so it's hasta la vie V.I.P. dog watch us just take it to the top Plus we so Detroit like Murphy was in Robocop Say we can't do a thing and man we ain't 'sposed But I'm quick to return like I'm breakfast with the toast Villa in the spot tryn'a gain and maintain, yeah (oh) Tryna erase you lames, most slept in the game [Hook] [Verse 2: Elzhi] Yeah yeah Sharp, retaliate your fleet with animal instinct Walk with alligator feet, talk like Keith through alleyway and street Avenue crime scene locked in my rhyme scheme When plottin to blow, like watchin' a disappearing *bomb string* On Bin-Laden; I'm a vocal a**a**in, my throat is a handgun When you think I'm chokin', I'm in motion to land one And get you open - basically sick, facin' me, nah Your bones'll get thrown through a masonry wall Without me breakin' the bricks Wit wallow in my venom Split nozzle from a kit combo Get bravo from the womens Lift pothole, admit defeat and forget it I'm well known to speak in heat of a minute Like I'm linked to a cell phone, reachin' the limit Meet yo untimely demise, I Flow with the entire glow of a diamond insides Let the fire blows from the cannon, I can win and I will At random I peel steel like a mechanic that builds And strip away, nibble on simple prey Simple minded, whistle silent when I ripple my mental rage Trip'll ride and then flee from the scene paid (hey) I'm on your head like a wooden contraption Collapsin' the guillotine blade 'Til your eyes is bigger than DMC's shades Not the low B grades, we 4.0 with the flow You see A's [Hook] [Verse 3: T3/Elzhi] [T3] Speak ghetto language for n***as to hold Tarnish bubble-gum raps when I switch and turn gold See the plaques on the wall but we platinum status One verse is like a gauge and blow a n***a off the atlas Man listen, I'll break them bad habits For the pursuit of the green I gots to get the cabbage (yup!) Me and my dudes, my man, we all savage Can't reach the status quota your team, they all average [Elzhi] Comin' outta the dark, I undoubtedly spark ironically My sane mind sharp as James Bond part for Sean Connery Your rhyme odyssey, possess a treacherous style Bet you would bow if my nine possibly Shot your knee on the left Cuff gat, criminal act, tough rap, bust back Like genital sacks that's gushin with something that resemble the Claps You dealin' with a multiple *manic-depressin' Instillin' panic and stress on all o' you [Hook]