Leo "Swift" Morris - Perfect Jab lyrics

[Rock] Yo word up man Word up man, it's a lot of n***as out there n***as pullin gats and all that sh** I know we Magnum Force, and all of that We run with O.G.C.'s n sh** We'll fu*k your a** up too, word up Bummy Jab, Mr. Perfect, equals Perfect Jab Word is bond This whole sh**'s played, like Jordache and Sa**oon Su me it's time, that y'all a** out like baboons Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, BANG To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled [Supreme] Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pa** this [Rock] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss On impact, set to knock sh*t out the devilish Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some For your gla** jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin BWOY you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? Mr. Perfect's the one who says who Get hurt next, suplexin all of u gerk-knecks [Supreme] You got nowhere to run ta, I'mma hunter like Alfonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in Mourning like Alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed Duke If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops though Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that a** like all types of lye [Rock] Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em [Supreme] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four horseman [Rock] Known as Jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha And drop mad n***as with one punch, usually that one Left or right my sh** is marvelous like Marvin Hagler Stagger a devil sayin, "Go the fu*k back to Africa" [Supreme] It's the Per-fect Jab (Jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) And splash on your staff, if you don't know the math (Call em Perfect) I bring sh** they can't fathom, sent to hurt sh** It ain't worth it, Bummy Jab sent to jab em Since the days of Adam, befo' Eve flipped the script It was predicted, for me to bring some sh** like this (That boy bad, that boy bad!) When i wig out i bring about terror, I'm bout cheddar (Hah!) They call me Mr. Perfect Cause I'm, simply without error (Per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper Appearin in your nightmares, f**in your sleep up [Rock] Oh, oh, oh, B.T.J.'s call me Balboa, swan call me Rock-ola Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a Motorola Phone or pager for this ho i call her paper you may call her dough, but anyway i'll slay you for her any day! You know what? I may just take you over, my way just To get your face or your nose bussed, say what? The R-O-the, C-K'll show ya straight up,, don't f** around Burn cats like my name like was Coca-Cola Wait up hold up! Don't make a, n***a roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste or Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate to Do your dirty M.P. now stands for Make'em Pay brah [Supreme] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? You's a storier like the Waldorf n***as get hauled off, suplexin maggots like I'm Paul Orndorf [Rock] You f**in cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all f*ggot n***as beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the Perfect Jab Motherf**ers! Word up n***a, we'll knock you straight the f** out All y'all n***as, all y'all n***as who act like y'all want it Y'all gonna get it n***a, word up Hah, this is the Perfect Jab f** with this boy you better curse your dad Hah, this is the Perfect Jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be f**in with this here, Perfect Jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, Triple that like R's And we form a Square and whoop your monkey-a** from here to there Word is Bon Jovi, heh We will f** you up, word up M.F.C. (for life!!) FOR LIFE!! * various talk fades into skit *