The Prodigy - Delt lyrics

(Prodigy) Dunn it's real like that (Havoc) Uh huh yeah Uh huh yeah(uh huh) Yeah, ha(solo on that a** ? dealt with the bullsh**) Check me out dunn(yeah) Check me out now(out yo) Yo Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows Feel me for what I stand for And I'ma do it til the d**h til I can't no more f** a hoe, it's all about dough Still, f** her and still don't love em That's word to mother Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth It's die or lose I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen On the strength that I had to hurt something Cuz my stomach hurtin I'm a cool n***a, but don't let me start buggin Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn n***as gotta eat, f** settling for crumbs Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb Til hell freezes over yo y'all n***as better run (Chorus)(Repeated 2x) (Havoc) Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh** Lived through the bullsh** So put a clamp on them loose lips My n***as do k** sh**(pow pow, pow pow pow) (Prodigy) Guns redundant My dunns move in abundance We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin What's all the frontin Being cavilier will get you nothing Or maybe touched though Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like the ? vs. the hawks When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back And punctured his lungs It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave Respect the I.M.D. embroidery My sh** is cla**ic and authentic Blowin dick Y'all n***as grafting my whole presence Get your own sh** My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon Now, twist up your cheebas I get deeper in debt My rap page make n***as throw they reefer at us Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do Just don't test me n***as I be toasted up What(echoes) (Havoc) Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh** and lived through the bullsh** (Chorus #2) Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh** Lived through the bullsh**(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My n***as do k** sh**(pow pow, pow pow pow) (Prodigy) My style, identical to guns that burst I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down My sh** burn, make em far from a clown (Havoc) Ay yo, likewise See a n***a that I can't trust is a n***a I despise Then I, reply with a cold shoulder You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover Chorus #2 (Chorus #3) Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh** Lived through the bullsh**(uh huh, yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My n***as do k** sh**(pow pow, pow pow pow)