Get Off The Ground Ft. Termanology Sean Price H-Staxx Justin Tyme Ruste Juxx Lil Fame (MOP) - Snowgoons
Termanology
You so you so you so
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Show off
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Ayo I send my condolences to any rapper holdin' the crown
I'ma blow his wig off his body and roast some piff
Slammin' with my dudes blickers move when I'm with the goons
Pistols pulled on any rapper that wanna diss the crew
I'm with the Switzerland wolves we 'bout to spit some jewels
Put a MC in intensive care and flare him with the tools
I'm the hardest spitter and I got the heart to kill you
I put your squad up in the grave
Then I party with you
You not soldiers you stock brokers the Glock's smokin'
I'm Pac Hova Nas I'mma start rock and rollin'
I'm Michelangelo eatin' you like a cannibal
Greetin' you with my hammer-lo deepest flow I'm mechanical
Mandible like Canibus render these rappers like amateurs
Panickin' what you should be my uzi weighin' a ton or two
I got determination that's right the Term' is waitin'
To turn your safe into my personal bank and burn your paper
The MC slaughterer pardon us we make horror flicks
We choppin' bodies like calamari ya pounds of fish
On the scale lucky lefty Sonnie turn your vessy messy
It's Termanology rock with me I be reppin' ST
If you don't want to get buried alive
Or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground get
Off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground get
Off the ground
If you don't want to get buried alive
Or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
Yo you can't rap understand fam you can't rap
Overhand blam you got slapped
Now get off the ground pull my dick off a ral
Click and hiccup the pound
Pop a few bars who eat and devour the bars
Nice rip you a b***h still a coward in cars
Off the marijuana I will Sarah Connor your squad
On the scene clean we are the champions Pa
Rap Gouda it's a rap the gat shoot you
Dough fight the dyke Lou Duva
Provoke Mic ice pick your b***h shoot coolers
P good night Pa you're a loser
Listen I rap better than most dudes
Most dudes can't rap and tap on your boat shoes
P bust my nine
Sean Price thinking Justin Tyme let's do it
If you don't want to get
Buried alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground get off the ground
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
Machine gun skunk I blow dolo
That's why your b***h jocked me like Polo
I ain't gotta go get it 'cause I got it on me
I smell like palm trees nothing but exotic on me
Hoes get erotic on me I put the pipe down
Stick the pipe in her mouth tell her pipe down
Now lick a shot for n***as doing life inside
Grabbing you by the neck sticking the knife inside
It's B-R-double-O-K
Double A-K bringin' trouble your way
Knock n***as out they can't get off the ground
Shell cases found the cops get off the ground
So put a muzzle on that bi-suiter rap s**t
N***a knuckle up cock rugers back b***h
Ruste Juxx bullets blow out your brain
Think it's a game listen to Lil' Fame
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground get off the ground
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
Foul lyrical assassins patented the truth
We gonna carry the torch son when we get in the booth
Nothing to prove ask Statik yeah we got on the proof
Everybody follow his watchin' yeah you better salute
Nobody move until we say so from Murda Mass to BK
You better lay low ho
It's a takeover the game's over we stay sober
It ain't over who told you dawg we can't honor
It's the 2K11 and we still push figures
Got mad haters but they still don't get us
It's the Clash of the Titans you want beef start bitin'
Like Iron Mike Tyson in his prime make you frightened
We got the tracks Mr who gon' smash
Legendary friend got the hook on smash
Yeah we make all these cute girls turn bad
It's a no-brainer 'bout to the steal the game
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
Move motherf**ker what part you
Ain't understand
I'll murder something with the
Steel in my hand
Blaow blaow blaow
Knock something off quick
Can't dance with the wolves
I walk with real talk s**t
We howl at the moon let you feel that boom
Sookie run or you are doomed
Send your punk-ass to the upper room
We do this AMs PMs evenings and afternoons
Mornings it's on a new day is dawnin'
Poppin' off over here international warnin'
From New York to Switzerland we gets it in
Competition don't want none
We send them things whistlin'
Vision that holler back it's beast-mode
Unleashed through the collar rap
Who gotta problem with that hey yo Slap
These clowns get slapped
Word to G-ma it's H-Stax
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
If you don't want to get buried
Alive or get tossed in the grave
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground
From New York we do it our way
You better get off the ground
Get off the ground yeah
Yeah