It's That Hit

Up early in the mornin' through the break a night
Niggas be on the block uptight gettin' knifes ready to fight
And release, anger from the belly of the beast
Like work release, on the fuckin' police
I’ll percussion bodies like drums and tracks
And break backs a six maniac, poppin' they gums and facts
I bugs the clubs runnin' with thugs
Makin niggas bite the bullet and hug the slugs
Ya whole genetics is pathetic
Got me ready to set it, on a shot M1 type wettd
But instead I blow you buck fifty cross the face
For tryin' to look hard in th first place
I need beer and a lotta noise in my ear
In a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear
And all praises due to the LOD’s and
Fuck the cops who try to lock us up and throw away the keys
Now this goes out to my niggas on lockdown
And all my niggas on the streets, This That Shit (Yes indeed)
I gets to flippin' and the phoney can’t hold me
Like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y’all niggas know me
And howI drop, physical science on your whole alliance
Try it, what? I Shoot to Kill like motherfuckin' Mad Lion
Who is this doin' this emphatic type a disco alpha beta
Funkadelic fuckin' emphasis, from the funk abyss
Blowin' up the spot with the pump-rump
Shakin' pistol grip, losin' niggas in the plot
I got you out there like Sonny and Cher
I don’t give a fuck niggas goin' make me hurt some’in up in here
You get that ass kicked quick fast in a hurry
Tryin' to ready the mad styles of Mr. Keith Murray
Tryin' to step up to my respected bass and treble level
Will get your head beat in with a shovel
And the only thing that could stop me from gettin' sloppy
Is when the hook comes in by the E-double
Now this goes out to my niggas on lockdown
And all my niggas on the streets, This That Shit (Yes indeed)
I’m sick, I kick the type of shit that make you violent
Make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin' bout it
See I be universally, university
Purposely droppin' it, psychomatically
Where I’m from is only real hard times
So when I bust on the mic I bust with real hard rhymes
And I’m strapped, with a posse that’s ready to snap
And a nigga who make beats like we live in rap
You get do fiend on the scene please
I spread MC’s like some old crazy skin disease
Operation murderation radication on your whole staff
Tryin' to find your way down Carlton Ave
Now this goes out to my niggas on lockdown
And all my niggas on the streets, This That Shit
(Yes indeed)