Wanna test s-o that's a NO I'm a DJ but I heat up Mic's wen I flow! Spit for real Hit to kill It gets messy when I grip my steel
Explosive flows like my rapture Distinctive part on my counter Faster them get pure gon' capture Dropping you like a tonne a bricks You son' a bitch..
I'm dustin' You can catch bullets when the gats are bustin' Outside Niggaz don't really trust them South side niggaz gettin pissed with lust then So what's the fuss then?
The way I'm hittin ya 2002 Scat-D come through Faster then the 88 year from the livia so illia its true no fakin Chicks in my sight and I'm takin' Straight up and I'm still rakin' Chicks wanna talk bout baby-making (huh) I'm not into that, fuck that, ladiez keep a kitty-kat
Hot shit I'm gonna drop shit S-o-S...So Solid can't stop dis Flop this Playa haterz wanna knock this Stop this Then niggaz can't stop this Ive got just another person on my hitlist So you dismiss, No witness No business, 'cause I Swiss this If you knew what I thought you would shit bricks I got big hits I've got dough I didn't even really need to rip dis But the flows are addictive Are you feelin tha vibe that I give dis?
You cant stop dis shit you know We got chicks, ice, platinum whips & 2 much dough (?) If u wanna try and have a go Theres 25 of us each loaded with a gat Hey yo new kaish i got a ya back!
Stuck in... People from school data fink they're eight-even! What's the funniest thing I've seen? Too explicit so buy the CD It's censored, cus it's too cold! Too cold- S-Club 5... "Don't stop moving'" I stop every time I 'ear your music. How the fuck you get caught like data? Cannabis, more like smoking crack! I'm sick these fake MC's, sounding' like Mr Blobby Ski-bi-di-bi-di-bi-di Wot da fuck you on, LSD? Everything is bigger difference Find out the price, get vexed And then your wifey's, up at da T.V. Wantin' Neuchy, Creamin' her panties- And wen u diggin her in bed, she picturin me! I dare ya this ma bout gettin gettin' jacked Or I'll break in your house, when I'm dressed in black, and I pull out ma gat! Strip ya naked, take your possesions, Now thats gettin' jacked, JACKED? I shot myself in the leg, cuz I'm fucking crazy like dat! (Crazy like dat...)
Every...time I make ma dough Then I make ma dough Ya can't hit ma dough ya know I'm gonna make sure I let you know that when I spit my flow Its for my hits that blow ya know I'm gonna make you know that when we lock down shit Its long time, its oxide ya know So when you hear this you feel this, This the real shit It's time ya know
So Solid gonna wreck this Wanna rap when im out and I bust this To the Ph who wanna test dis Up hose get blows when I do this Now..... The mad stress that gets in my brain Its never the same 1 2 I always take them to the game game The mad things that I do for this Forget the crisp Now you know why livin my life is a crisp I know we got nice things, and we got nice things Now I know why you really wanna hate man I know we got man, I see my gat man, nice, but still I don't give a damn man I'm gonna state all my p's and q's And ma 1's and 2's Just to get to the cruise bruise I'm a hit you with my lyrical chat Raise the Gat So SOLID Crew lock that I'm gonna hit you with my lyrical flow Don't you know when I'm on the mike making my dough ya know I'm gonna hit you with my lyrical vibe Watch the rhyme, so solid crew oxide I'm gonna hit you with my lyrical flow Don't you know when I'm on the mike making my dough ya know I'm gonna hit you with my lyrical vibe Watch the rhyme, so solid crew oxide
Tell me somethin' When your rollin; and your ice and your whips and your trips and your pics and your team You gotta a lot of talk when you don't walk that way I heard you guys callin but I don't see ya play Tell me somethin' When your rollin; with ice and your whips and your trips and your pics and your team You gotta a lot of talk when you don't walk that way I heard you guys callin but I don't see ya play Through the years you been livin it up Your back but your filling it up, living it up It's time for my giving up, no way, no way So Solid made haters pray Pushed up before then we tumbled down the hill Runaway...no way...runaway...no way