Warning Shot

Intro: Doap AOTP man this a warning shot Next time (Warning shot nigga what) Verse 1: Doap MC's be bossed niggas is everywhere the streets is ate out Them get rich overnight niggas is played out word Lick up a shot for Big and Pac plus Big L and Big Pun All the real niggas miss 'em The day they died so many L's got twist up The day big died I seen the east coast bitch up Everybody want to ride or die stay fly get high Even though them niggas pockets are dry And lean back and fingers snap And at the same time talk about slingin crack They lookin sweet as fuck nigga we G'd up We don't talk trash clap your dumb-ass while you leaned up A hundred g and truck got plans keep it up Doap why ya kicks so clean cause my feet is up With the whole Army you can tell that its Doap by the Universal flag on the lapel of my coat Hook (Scratching) (KTK) Kenny the Kid Verse 2: King Syze Yeah, King Syze I only perform when the stakes is high And it everything to loose when the game is right Playin Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun And we flip to see whose first who gon' run Fifty chance you live fifty chance you die Put them stakes up on yo plate you as sweet as pie Put my life on the line I'ma double my pay If not the Army man we bringin trouble yo way The main question who really fuckin wit Dave You figure it out my clout is the size of a tidal wave Niggas them other dudes when the get in the booth Lotta heads want lyrics I just want the truth I went from East Oak to Allegheny now I live in Kensington its all Philly man The places that I've ever been I'm as good as they come plus as real as they get Lay low for awhile how easy they forget man Scratching Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild Yeah, took a few L's but I act like I'm undefeated Rap only for the money cause I fuckin need it Ya'll trash talk but when I stop ya don't repeat it Lift up the asphalt put you underneath it I wit Doap nigga QD official We don't throw 16's these nigga's throw missiles How you gonna put an album out with no disc crew? How the fuck you gotta body count with no pistol? You never pushed the blade through bone let alone tissue You a young buck tryin to deal with grown issues I'm 5'7" 220 you got no gristle You tryin to move a mountain but you ain't fit too I'm not a politician so I don't party with em I'm just tryin to leave em sea sick like tsunami victims This ain't knowledge wisdom this is violence spittin Warning shot call the cops stop ya bitchin Scratching Doap man I think its time to take the world over I'm with you Verse 3: Planetary This just a warnin we tormentin yo informant Informin that we swarmin I'm Norman Bates in the coffin Caughin blood spittin up residue from the rugers I unloosened Medusa with speedin cheetahs and cougars Move smoother than Satchel swingin bats in the castle Wrestle with alligators these haters is fragile I need to battle me a nation of killahs With werewolves and hounds, gray apes and gorillas I'm an animal activatin the cannons full I throw grenades and arsenals by the handful I'm handball in the ghetto school yards in the '80s I take back every rap I dedicate to my babies Spit crazy Planet he needs medication My legislation legalize dope with no hesitation Sour Diesel over take a whole crowd of people It's Pharaoh shit injected through the eye of a needle Scratching: What the fuck is he thinking about We the kings niggah Verse 4: King Magnetic The warnin shot is a jab a neck grab a two piece Cold shoulder that won't blow over in two weeks New beef is baby cattle grazer Jacob's arrow Gauge this maybe that'll razor I stay with Pharaohs blazin they be raskin baited Maybe thats who grade it they be fast to say shit They be lackin patience I be smackin faces There's still shooters on my resume Targetin stuff like Tresume or maybe Herbal Essences Bless em with verbal messages I got 5 years when the lessened it The lesson is unless it is investin not cash stressin em Pussy hittin 9-1-1 I'm not pressin em To anyone whose semigun or end yo hemi buzzin Or buggin and they judge em or they ain't budgin Then I drug em like a dozen signs singed by yo cousins little cover Hard to stomach hard to feel these rappers thuggin Hook: Scratching Warning shot warning warning shot Warning shot warning warning shot