T.M.F. - One Shot Deal lyrics

[Intro: Down Low Recka] Eh yo , yo, you got one shot, one shot One at a time man, don't be floodin the mic Word up, but you got to keep it real Cuz b**h a** n***as, hip-hop is on another level And ain't havin it no more son [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Aiyyo, yo, the next alliance of giants is now official f** what you're doin and cover the main issue Beats hypnotic to tranq' your whole project Lay down the concept then we eat off the prospect I see sh** done sh**, still remain the one with The legit high-potent clean record The undefeated, undisputed Form an army, you included We can do this sh** to hip-hop music I Reign victorious, the audience, the eye witness You can't f** with the vocab-ulist You stay frontin, stay rappin 'bout nuttin You stay talkin 'bout always bustin Your gat and how it's crack you be pumpin Come on, tell me how that sh** substantial I take you out before you get the chance to Feed these rap heads like hip-hop, bogus To me your show, the stupid n***as ain't notice They're satisfied with the mediocre stroker But once I get to bang it I bang it like it's supposed to Intelligently, honesty and loyalty to my people You're see through, that's how I peeped you Tryin to get over on the goods Camouflaged in black, tryin to blend in with the hoods God damn, some people never change We never stick together that's why sh** remain the same Do the knowledge but first go look the word up Once I begin there's no time to get stuck Uh, in position to make the right decisions Not an amateur, you know I'm top rank in this division Bring a knucklehead and watch me beat some sense in him Brown Hornet ma**age the brain like oxygen Keep him conscious, pin-point the prognosis Me and the mic is like high-powered explosives [No Smiles] First Pisces, some say I'm fishy and shiesty Don't like me? Get Aired out like Nikes Rhymes, tightly, written a** spittin Get an a** kickin for puttin yo' hands on my kitten Set trippin, it's gettin hot in the kitchen If not, stop b**hin, I lock it down like prison The jail system, get bail but still sentenced This Hell I live in, k**in each other for position Crackhead Christians, black man listen You don't want no beef, you ain't ready for the lickin I Go deep before I make a move, I be thinkin Chess playin, cess blazin, I'm amazin Like four wheels I'm skatin, chasin for the paper Scared n***as pullin capers [Tariff] Stop who? You bit off more than you could chew Sayin what you gon' do, plot hits on crew But it ain't nuttin new, n***as been hatin since day one Games I never played none, source like A1 You play dumb, I could tell a p**y when I see one They talk, but when it comes to drama they walk Lookin for support, all by yourself gettin caught The Time's runnin short and I'm comin with force Shut down the fort, evacuate the premises I'ma be the Last Man Standin but the first one who finishes The Genesis, the new beginnin, it starts now I spark crowds with a mean bite, and I bark loud T.M.F. arch style, hittin 'em up Splittin 'em up, you ain't gettin up You ain't got no style, you ain't sick enough You n***as move too slow, you ain't quick enough I switch it up, a mad scientist in a lab, mixin up So when my sh** drop, you better pick it up And if your sh**'s not hot, you better fix it up Cuz I'm rollin with my team and there's no clickin up You ain't big enough to touch, we build The truth is now finally revealed and it's no longer concealed [Outro: Down Low Recka] Oh my God, yo no one shot, I gave y'all n***as one shot And y'all wanna k** sh** man, come on now To all y'all brothers out there, competitors To these brothers right here, opponents Come on, y'all gotta take it up another level, man Cuz hip-hop is now on a new level and a new plain Shaolin, kid, T.M.F., GP, Pop Da Brown Hornet No Smiles, Tariff, what? That's right, 27 Warrant Squad Yo, yo, it's like, what? Black Posse, Paris Crew Ya n***as don't know man, Shaolin History Staten Island, standing grounds...