Check it
Check it, I'm the fuckin' man, who they mention
Notice that other niggas' rap styles is bogus, doo, doo
Prepare for this verse, Tical voodoo
Blazin' the stuff that ignites stimulation inside ya
'Cause I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon adventure
Niggas need to touch they freakin' picture
For the sickness that be fightin' with the quickness
Remedies, cousin, I be doin' on my enemies penalty
Then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion rushin' through your town street vicinity
Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release yo' delf
Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it move
Rharhhh
God, somebody said, "It's on ", if it isn't, I'll be set
To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand?
If he frontin' on any man down with the clan
I be coming for the headpiece
You can't cope, for my brother
I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial killer
Style from Big Isle, so stat
My peoples, are you with me, where you at?
Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor
That's all I can stand and I can't stand no more
What is it? Niggas think they bigger
Because they got they finger on the trigger of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
Heat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple
Nigga want the juice but he don't want to hassle
Though we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet, the tent when I'm comin' to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol, yeah
If you don't want a burn from the glock
Then beware I buck shots
We move up, the buck stops here
No more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release yo' delf
Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it move
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', you know we keep it move
Rharhhh
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