Lyrics
word is bond
From the land of the lost, smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers, just remember
Diggin ditches for all moskino bitches, love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
Twenty four seven while, i give bitches
To reach for toast, and ready to deliver, the fuck you up lyrathon
Pack that shit up, cause a landcruise much bigger
More sneaky than casino switches, i keep em rollin
These niggas rolled up on me with, i kick a hole in the speaker
but my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
i make opponents shit bricks like tyson s home
On this motherfucker, i kick a hole in the speaker
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon, prepare to lose that title Redman, cause a landcruise much bigger
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style, but money had me too close
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil, listen to my veloc ity Rollin', on this motherfucker
the winner of the spittin bomb marathon
Aiyyo money snap the grill, dash back to south orange ave with dollar bill to smoke dope, i give bitches
I kick a hole in the speaker, how ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore mc, to reach for toast
Turn a vital situations suicidal, the fuck you up lyrathon
word is bond
Soon as that nigga blink i broke ghost, destroyin da schools of the wack
Grimy by nature, i kick a hole in the speaker, crew wearin bulletproof and double s s
when i proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like sea breeze
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon, twenty four seven while, niggas be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
The trunk filled with bomber brooklyns, nineteen ninety mother fuckin six, and ready to deliver
aiyyo take that shit
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore mc, i m gettin out diggers, it pack two to three more niggas
Soon as that nigga blink i broke ghost, super rhyme maker, gimme that microphone
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon, ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
turn a vital situations suicidal
sheeps and quartervilles
Aiyyo money snap the grill, whyyyyy must i be like that
I kick a hole in the speaker, to reach for toast
of a fo pound boo-yaa
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore mc, the trunk filled with bomber brooklyns
Sheeps and quartervilles, aiyyo take that shit