Текст и слова песни Screwball – Take It There (Capone)
What what what what
Yeah yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas
Transform transform
[poet]
Yo, i'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas
Screwball empire, poet spit fire (fire)
Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver
My family's hydra, but we smoke hy-dro
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust
Severly touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, i'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[hostyle]
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts
And it's long lastin, yeah
A lot of crews are soft like puddy
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky
Here's kinky, then i'm ghost like blinky
I'm pacman, lyrics that's written by a mad man
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write 'em
Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah
Chorus: screwball and capone
(do what?) pushin' weight back (nigga we'll win)
(what, what) clack clack clack clack (screwball)
(we're the illest) can you dig that? (i can dig that)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (take it there)
I wanna hurt something (nigga we'll win) i wanna hurt something
Don't make me do something (we're the illest) (what)
Yeah yeah
Who the fuck want it?
Yeah yeah, set it off niggas
Transform transform
[poet]
Yo, i'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas
My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas
Screwball empire, poet spit fire (fire)
Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver
My family's hydra, but we smoke hy-dro
Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow
Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust
Severly touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, i'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat
Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[hostyle]
Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts
And it's long lastin, yeah
A lot of crews are soft like puddy
They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study
Subject, art of descruction, come to reck
Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops
Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky
Here's kinky, then i'm ghost like blinky
I'm pacman, lyrics that's written by a mad man
And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write 'em
Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it
To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah
Chorus: screwball and capone
(do what?) pushin' weight back (nigga we'll win)
(what, what) clack clack clack clack (screwball)
(we're the illest) can you dig that? (i can dig that)
You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (take it there)
I wanna hurt something (nigga we'll win) i wanna hurt something
Don't make me do something (we're the illest) (what)
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