Bad News

(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*) (x8)



(skoob)



Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas

Nervous (nervous)

Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *?kervis?* (i rule the world)

Blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please

I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella

I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit

I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this

Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee

Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga

A second wasted is a dollar lost

Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor

So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin

Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island



(pmd)



It's pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin

I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin

Kid i'm zonin, it's on and i'm back up on the block

(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock)

Puls i knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly

Kid i'm strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me

Yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot



(dray)



It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got

Check the clock if you don't know the fuckin timin

Well i'm rhymin, i'm shinin like a motherfuckin diamond

Kill the whinin cos i'm in effect like this

(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss

The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year

It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah

(what?) ya catch a bullet in ya gut

And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt

Hut one two, hut three

We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g

Uhh, what???



(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*)

*repeat to fade*


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