Rick Reed - Knockin' Heads Off lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] So much hood in my DNA, I gotta give one for every hood around the world We gone bump this one all around the planet. They ain't gonna be able to stand it. Come on [Verse 1: K-Rino] Listen to me now, I stay chasing and lick hard If you owe me I take cash, j**ellery and wick cards Walking pneumonia flow man I got sick bars Hook my brain up to a TV you might get Mars I run perfect, and never will I short circuit Why would I bring s**y back when I'm the one who murked it Every time I hit the scene it's straight gasoline My mind is tripping I got issues like a magazine I be knowing what you bout to say before it's spoken No holes barred I go in like the door was open K-Rino I'm still homiciding anything Still got love on any street, still wet from 20 feet S.P.C. you ain't seen my whole staff yet Got right jabbed and stretched long as a giraffe's neck My last set made two slabs and a cab wreck I ain't got it all I'm playing with half of a half deck [Hook:] So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off My word play is like letting a round of lead off [Verse 2: Sniper] I hear them talking, but they ain't said much Best believe you talking down, or you will get touched This is music homeboy, yeah we living forreal Having Sniper on the beat like we flashing the steel Come on. It's one reload today Straight to the grave when I'm pumping the gauge Lyrics can k**, showing no mercy fortunately tough when I'm all in a rage Lock an load is my way of life Pay the price, and I earn my stripes Spending with ease I'm cool with the words M-16 with a 3 round burst, better disperse I ain't playing no games Keep the game lit till I burst into flames Hit em' in the high, hit em' in the low Every other rapper is stupid, so we know they name I ride with the k**as, known gorillas On top of the game, and we out for scrilla Short fuse, and I'm about to blow With the pistol in yo mouth, what you scared for? One day you here, one day you gone It's 25 years still holding strong We H-Town, Houstone. By your city in Screwston S.P.C. we the first click S.P.C. we done changed the game S.P.C. we ain't going no where Murder's the case, and we to blame [Hook:] So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off My word play is like letting a round of lead off [Verse 3: K-Rino] Head to head, mic murders done without a witness Watch me shut the game down like it went out of business I might think I'm set, but I'm never mad If you had one of my bad days It would be the best day you ever had Ain't no surprise I'm still riding with the most high And those guys with the bean pies, and the bow ties You couldn't win with three hundred and eighty four tries The bread maker head baker, watch my dough rise Man please my talents, you wish you had these My sk**s keep you from elevating like bad knees I stay moving with precision loading flow clips Meanwhile y'all slipping like tennis shoes with no grip Before you think of rushing in, you better wait my friend Weapons extend even my two by fours are eight by tens So now I guess it's time to mash out If you rolling through my hood Please don't pull your cash out [Hook:] So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off My word play is like letting a round of lead off [Outro: K-Rino] Yeah, for my gangstas, for my hustlers Everybody out there trying to get it the right way, God's people. Shout out to the homie Clip-D, R.I.P. to my brother AC Chill South Park Coalition