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Rottin Razkals - Get Up, Stand Up
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Double i, double I (x4) [fam] Huh yeah, huh This is all live, and all real Niggaz cant understand it I dont know why they cant comprehend Heh-heh, heh-heh [diesel (fam)- {both}] I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of style Meanwhile flip a freestyle You know what I mean now? Cos Ive been down and kept down Now Im comin up Pack a strap for roughin up Dont you think of runnin up (this is the music, so just use it to your benefit Shit dont hit the fam, my man, unless I stand in it (so duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh) Youve never been roughed up (but I think its up something) All about income, so run your funds Yo, we aint the ones (we are your friend with the nines) Cos I get slick (an I get tough) And we get rough (so we gotta get) rough (enoughs enough, save the chatter It dont matter Knocked your grill and left, fam Cause Im a grand slam batter) Who, when, why? what the fucks up? Give it up for the rugged rough {and we them same guys That snuffed guys on the last cut} Chorus-x4 Get up, stand up Chump, throw your hands up [fam (diesel) - {both}] Guess what? (what? ) Hard knuckles in the house Swingin bolos at your heads Knockin teethes out your mouth Hey kids, whats that sound? Razkals got it goin The words around the town Eat a dick, lick quick Like the chick, whos next to get hit With a pile of thick shit (jump jump in), jump jump out (are you ready for the razkals), cos we in the house (what? ), nigga what? (what? ), nigga what? (like I told you before We kick a limp with our strut) {dont ask why, whos that guy Standin in the corner wid the puffy black eye (come, come around) Tryin to see whats goin down (if you wanna be found) Lay around (ill town) (what, wha, wha, wha, what) Nigga, I dont wanna talk Best to go for yourz Or have your body lined in chalk Chorus-x4 [fam (diesel)] It aint easy being greasy Its like greasy, that aint easy ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? When a sleazy hoe please me (I used to swing a thing Now swingin shit harder to deal with it Take the bass to your face And make sure a nigga feelin it (peel it, reveal it) The skill, can I get ill with it? (yes, you can, if youre really fuckin feelin it) I split your tongue with my fist If you swung and you missed Like I told you before My 10 knuckles dont miss When Im pissed (who could it be But the diesel mc Used to try to down my style Now youre tryin to sound like me) I got the knack to rip a track (just place your bat) Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, jack (so you gotta), hit hard (hold your door), or get scarred (posse full of vics Straight niggas from the jail yard) [fam] Nigga push that shit Push it, push it, nigga Yeah, yeah Chorus-x4
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