D.i.t.c. - Drop It Heavy Lyrics

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that's right on any beat we sail

Don't put your money on bail put it on full scale

Ha ha never fail krs

I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me

Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me

I keep it grimy chase me you will never find me

I take you out in two or three minutes you can time me

You the dopest mc? i leave that ass sizzling

I'm giving more rhythm than gang rapes in prison

You small time you ain't a pro

Yeah you kick the raw rhymes but your show and your flow

That's all mine

Oh silly me if i call on my lyric ability

I'll bring it right straight to your jaw free delivery

Get wit me now i spit rap

I represent peace and knowledge but i will contradict that

Click a click clap

You don't wanna battle me you wanna scat away

I battle monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday

Wait let me check the schedule again saturday

I think you oughta follow your squad they ran that a way

These rappers be played out spaced out no format

Now why would you place your money on that?

I drop more bars than sing-sing cha ching

Real teachers teach real things

I brings knowledge and skill you should try to get with it

Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant

With the sword of justice your throat i'm sticking in

Gossip and scandal i don't put my lips in it

Grow up i'm moving like a u-haul truck

You all stuck 'cuz you all suck duck duck buck buck buck

Forget the cut hops your luck stops

I bring it to your buttocks with 'nuff glocks

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Yo my squad is honored it like elijah muhammad

But i'm god-retarded

Ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence

Hard as diamond but i'm in the ruff listen up

If you ever see me wit the feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitching us bitching us

Unofficialness everything we are side you wish you was

Official thugs in the drug profession

Drug connections drug addictions

Still seeing the judge for drug possession

The four ds all these is more reasons

To either get big leave or let live

We the best there is ts ain't nobody else

We probably dove 'cuz we all way on top of the shelf

I'm locking your wealth wit the master keys freeze

Don't try to breeze i'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees

Just pass the cheese please don't test the toaster

My tech'll roast ya body faster than ferrari's testarossa

You're getting closer to death reaper's got a hold on your breath

You going straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh

You was posing a threat now you froze in the bed

Minute ago you was popping shit holding ya dick

Now what's the problem?

You ain't nutting like you said on your album

I thought you was wilding busting your guns and running the island

You wasn't violent you was silent trying to get college credits

How pathetic did it to get out of the collasthetics

I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics

My matureness is my insurance kill my appearance

I'm a shining spirit

You gotta fear it 'cuz every last gem is poison

You gotta cheer it if you can't win you better join 'em

I'm head-anointing niggas like the holy gospel

I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowing nostrils

Watch for the toast when you see it you better draw yours

Warlords calling the giant it's all yours

Now check flacco siete quato rocks in my music note

It don't take a lot for you to go

There's a lot that you should know

Like i rock the future flow

I can't be stopped refuse to go and still great show

Dug in the milk crates so we label this cream

Plus my vocals now we able to gleam

A's team used to be local now we get love from mainstream

Rock from shanghai to beijing stay high's the main theme

Used to have a crush on regine when she was tudy

Rappers acting fruity trying to black and blue me

He must be acting a movie

I'm dirty like double platinum in a hooptie

Now let's double back for these groupies

Back up behind the ropes show and a come through

We the real killers y'all replacements for john woo

This is 'full scale' shit here the weak disappear

They only eat in our off years check the cd it's all there

You'll be busting the speaker puffing the reefer

Can't spit like i spit so you get hype and bust your heater

Heard your chick's on my dick i would love to meet her

Hit it and toss it like it ain't nutting either

And catch you on the rebound like dennis

My sound sells in and out of town

This a chemistry and i got it now

They wanted six's for the range but i got 'em down

To twenty and a brick now i'm out wit this money and shit

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