Teflon - n***a Whut lyrics

[Teflon] Steppin in here to spark another session For my real bugged, street thug n***as that keep reppin Teflon, rated do {sire?}, Firing Squad kingpin The rough and rugged rap hemp supplier Yo, some brothers probably say, "Who that n***a that rappin? Is he dope for real, do he got sk**s, or is he slackin?" True fans, you got the props, the rap novelist Makin the hits, sounds pound, because I get down regardless I'm heartless, enemies, get turned into memories My energy so complex, they think there's ten of me (sh**) I'm the remedy for keep it real, rap in order Some lack the format, to keep rap above the water But I'mma keep the real sh** existin I'm fixin to bring it back to put wack n***as on restriction My diction, far from irrelevant, been reppin ever since A young buck, leavin 'em dumbstruck, my element for real f** with only ill sickest n***as Violate my squad son, not only Die Hard they die quicker I'm breakin n***as like a switchboard, for real I'm known for stealin shows, makin live n***as wanna switch But one verse, sends dirt wind and fire through your entire empire Makin higher level n***as retire BLAYA! One shot to bust down the foes And leave 'em bleedin 'til they bodies decompose Strictly from the 'Ville [Hook: repeat 2X] What what what, n***a what, son turn it up Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f** What what what, n***a what, son turn it up Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f** [Teflon] Step into the bloodshed zone, adjust your headphones, illegal activist But Higher Learning what I practice when I leave your head blown High rankin, not a studio gangsta rapper (gangsta rapper) Thanks to Slappa and Bill, my lifestyle is fatter What is it? Sacrifice my life, give it for my blood brothers In the struggle, if I say it then I live it Plus I got the real sh**, fly sh**, the ill sh** My sh** the sh** that thug n***as grow and die with Authentic rapper with the raw-scented, sh** that get Your mind, mentally tormented, whenever I kick it Full Metal Jacket heavy layer, player in this rap game Blow in my hometown, I'm known like the mayor But f** that, Teflon is bombin n***as in the nine-six But if I can't get rich then f** it I'm strong-armin n***as! Sing a tune on Dog Day's Afternoon Finger f** a trigger with love, and blow you to the moon Ahh, my M.O.P. family program be deadly Catch a**ault, battery charge, cause I'm for-Everready Watch me, strictly army fatigues, f** Versace Give me a street-sweeper and I'll take on the motherf**in Nazis Who can stop me when I'm on a roll, my patterns'll Knock Saturn off of balance when my talents unfold, n***a what? [Hook]