Wild Out 2K

[Verse 1:] We be the live ones You dont wanna try son Cause the rhyme come Like a nine gun You can die young Hide lungs Til the seventh sign come Shine son like a diamond I'm harder than one by one Flew flicker, Crew licker Shoot quicker, Loot getta You can't handle this cause im the truth nigga The haze puffa, Stage crusher once the wave crush ya ??? while im fuckin ya baby motha The back of my right mind terror lines Devil stays higher than the crime rates At Five Burrous You spit yo best shit I spit mines an get arrested Murder one rhymes killin shit write yo death wish Well its the herb wanter shotgunner Hot like summer Parked like a Hummer Off the hook like no other Scale triple stage went from Marcy figga nigga Bigger than most but still look at where stick up Dutch smoker, Blunt smoker flippin like a broker Dope when I pull it quick to draw like poker Ho getter go getter like my dro wetter Trunk full of kill we could all smoke together Chorus 2x: If you got a hundred dolla bill throw ya hands up If you ain't afraid to peel throw ya guns up All my niggas smokin to kill throw ya blunts up Roll em up, Throw em up Roll em up, Throw em up [Verse 2:] Hey yo we build to destruct with the raw un-cut shit Us spit rhymes tight like hancuffs get Niggas say they on some I dont give a fuck shit Bust chicks, Bust clips Like they can't get touched with Well its the party rocka, poon rocka not Silkk Shocker Put Master the P in an airport locka Wife, Daughter macka, Behind that ass slappa We open up the show like niggas typical roster Niggas can't see us cause they station ain't adjusted Destined to be burried in gold like King Tut did Niggas rhymes is ass cause they full of enough shit Need to bow down an pray while the god touch this Hey yo fuck lyric for lyric lets go show for show Give us 45 minutes Channel Live takes all ya doe We got the live show strap sacks of hydro Never bring sand to the beach hide ya ho [Hook 2x] [Verse 3:] Dont let the god blast Here with the math illegal broadcast Spit something way outta line an make ya car crash Rhymes comin fast like the first time I saw ass Make a nigga jaw clash Tryin to steal my raw ash Now its the legal broadcast Lightin it down like calm cash With the Henny and Bomb Hash Hot flash, When she let me palm ass Imma long ass let me hit that ass sprung fast Hey yo we settin niggas up like when the 3 strikes law passed Write deep scrpits and prophicies like a the law has We bringin fire like the cops guns draw fast Dope rhymes I stop guns like Utah has Well its all about the ass, cash and last clash My niggas got flags on poles half mad For Loumia, Diallo, Rodney King, to my nigga Rallo If they follow, Hit they ass up like tips hollowed [Hook 2x]