Tri State - Bruce Lee lyrics

[Intro - Planet Asia and various other comments] (Oh sh**! ‘State, Aiyo that's Bruce Lee, my n***a! Aiyo, Bruce! Aiyo, sh** that n***a got an afro too, my dude (That's really motherf**in' Bruce Lee!) Aiyo, I knew yo' a** wasn't dead, my n***a! Teach me some sh**...move my chi f** one of you n***as up...) [Verse 1 - Planet Asia] Yo Back in your section, everything goes in this battle Chinatown wars, Chinese connection Comic book Coogi color, cloth kente Five Percent-ey, avenge the d**h of the sensei Break out the bad guy, so I can k** ‘em with styles I've been honing my craft so long I got spiderwebs on my blend tapes In shape like a ape, fresh off the Himalyan mountains Wylin' off bananas and grapes Cop diesel, OG Bubba and Sour Diesel Skies burn, ‘cause n***a it's my turn like Steezo Steady-B mentality, cool seek propositions It's for my k**as in the streets without a pot to piss in Don divas, calm leaders, beyond eager Golden glove thugs, bob and weavers You just a non-believer that's hating, ‘cause I done hit Every House of Blues, the only thing left is coliseums Another loose leaf, who's chief? Give you a two-piece To the beat This is Bruce Lee! [Adlibs] (Jeet-Kune-Do, mother f**ers! Get yourself f**ed up coming around here! Murder one of y'all n***as, man!) [Hook - TriState] Righteous roundhouse, d**hblow dojo King of the dumb-out, I'm on my Bruce Lee mojo Breaking bricks there's money to get Or get your money stripped We revolve around scientists Another looseleaf, who's chief? Give you the two-piece No biscuit, n***a Bruce Lee [Adlibs - Rasco] (n***a, that is not no Bruce Lee, that's Jim Kelly, man!) [Verse 2 - Rasco] Chop suey, you're andouille, ya backflip Double stack grip, play games, smash sh** Cartoons get smacked soon, we black goons Get in tune, these n***as soft like sand dunes Cats get it, they bowing down, the god spit it The odd digit is seven, dog, you last minute Stay ahead of these wack lames, exact range Pointed right at your eyeball, we fly y'all Better look to the sky y'all we up there Roll a Benz, you ask mama for bus fare In the plush where, you really should rush there Burn your whole click, leave nothing but dust there Just the tip of the iceberg, we still cold Smash dudes and take it out of their billfold (What the f** is wrong n***as, I'mma k** you n***as) [Hook] Righteous roundhouse, d**hblow dojo King of the dumb-out, I'm on my Bruce Lee mojo Breaking bricks there's money to get Or get your money stripped We revolve around scientists Another looseleaf, who's chief? Give you the two-piece No biscuit, n***a Bruce Lee [Verse 3 - Chace Infinite] Fly as a falcon in a co*kpit Flying cranes, guillotines Breaking down K's with chopsticks Obnoxious African arts, n***a my reflex sharp I roundhouse Abdul-Jabar I achieve doctrines, Wu shu postures Two-piece, backhand n***as with no problem Master of any street you know Come see the Jeet-Kune Do Iron fist lunge, lethal blow Every n***a on the street should know ‘Cuh-razy, not karate', putting holes in your body You tough n***as is the first to get shot in the party While I'm smoking like the samurai, Afro Taking heads, discipline my enemies f** that, I paint the town red With the remains of y'all Really it's not a game at all Bruce Lee, n***a, sweat suit, gold chain and all [Outro] (That's some heavy sh** Let me explain something to you, Super n***a I don't answer questions, I ask ‘em Even if I did know who k**ed that jive-a** brother of yours What make you think I'm going to tell you? Get your black a**, off of my joint Before we beat you, like a rented mule)