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- Ultramagnetic MC's f/ Goody-2 - Nottz Lyrics
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- [Ced Gee]
- Yeah~! Hehehehe, uh-huh, uh-huh
- We bouts to get gutter
- You know what I'm talkin 'bout son, we takin this back to the STREETS
- (To the streets..) on some Ultramagnetic heat (caliente)
- Ced Gee, Kool Keith (Goody-2) drop it
- Yo, feel me, here we go
- Check it, uhh
- [Chorus: repeat 4X]
- We gotta rock, Nottz is in our pocket
- [Kool Keith]
- I'm more tragic with the treats than a cheap critic
- on the net, talkin shit, downloadin beats
- Piss on the type of nigga that won't go the distance
- Take his girl to the World Serious, I'm behind homeplate
- You thrifty bastards, sit in the bleacher seats
- With secondhand pre-washed jeans, and hippie coats on
- Alternative clothes, I never seen
- That shit ain't the STREET!
- All you discount bargain hunters fuck up the game, and make rap weak
- The previous albums, those are the tracks I leak
- I save all my good stuff
- Little pieces of shit don't deserve to hear me at my peak
- Mountain niggaz with climbin gear, suck my dick
- And hop in the back of your Cherokee Jeep with Cherokee beeps!
- I know I come steep, the Ranger Rover
- Play Sesame Street niggaz out like Oscar the Grouch and Grover
- See bitches wigs in the middle intersection
- Back up the track and I roll over
- [Chorus]
- [Ced Gee]
- You know me! I don't give a fuck who you wit
- I murder you, your crew, and all those fools you wit
- I blast shots from my 9, 'til I move ya kid
- Aim one for your head, then three to your ribs
- You talk a good one son, but all that shit is fibs
- Your time is up in this game, you got a short time to live
- Your whole career, was nuttin but hype
- Your whole career, you talked about your silver and called it ice
- Your whole career, was sold out for a very low price
- Your whole career, your stupid ass couldn't get your couple of weak lines right
- Son are you tryin to fuck with me tonight?
- (Nahh Ced, they ain't fuckin with you tonight)
- [Chorus]
- [Goody-2]
- Goody-2
- You say you loco, think weed out {?} pojo
- Four cuatro, a couple of rhinos in the barrel
- I don't think this asshole is gonna be here tomorrow
- Definitely, I be reppin the Boogie Down Bronx
- My method will be, lethal weapons of word destruction
- And I'm growin up lyrically
- Y'all niggaz can't do shit to me
- Y'all can't leave dawg, your girl be missin me
- Pissin me off, have her go back, cryin to your door
- I won't stand there stressed, especially for broads
- I'm not the nicest, I'm one of the best
- You fuck with me I put exaggerated holes in your chest
- I make your lung feel the wrath of my lyrical flow
- And the heat of the beat by who do you know, you know
- I said fuck all you bitches that don't think I'm the one
- If you pass by my block then I'm pressin you son
- I understand why this shit is so hard to grasp
- You in my class, I'm goin fast, leavin you last
- Look at me now, 285 pounds - cats is weak - ohhh
- [Chorus] - 2X
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