Clash Symphony

Yeah One two, one two It's Goon Time baby The streets is ours That's right I made that name First Serve, I'ma serve my shit first Cause we heard it first Big shout out to my man Chokolate King's Hill, Trinity Ave., man y'all stand the fuck up on this one It's the break-up Pop Life, Deen Witter You already know what it is And aah... Platinum on plaques live infinite flying elite It's Pop Life Pop Life Many done heard The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn't handle Scared to get his hands dirty Peace Tony Randall, these episodes of Odd Couples' cancelled Devoid of simpty meaning not in sync Could give a fuck of what you think yo, but watch what you say I wasn't raised for you to tiptoe through them two lips nah Don't get knocked on ya ass from from what's passed through lips I'm equipped with that one two check, shot out the syringe We merge into the traffic, travel throughout your body To relay the classic hymns - Hollowed be thy name Your name's hollow and your fame shoulda followed Face it yo, your glow is diminishing While your new nemesis is findin that genesis No need for tissue cause there's no need for crying Life's the main issue even when lives are dying The world'll keeps spinnin without givin an eye blink So So I'ma keep spendin while I'm rockin on my minks Yeah And don't even think this in your little subordinates to my coordinates I send 'em right to Jesus' crib Think I'm talkin crazy Yes I'm very Fuck you and your mom, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga Uh-oh, it ain't over now It's Part 2 in this bitch Goon Time You fuckin with the wrong group of people Lenore Agnes Witter I'ma let momma tell it You fuckin heard my name We do this shit nigga Ya heard me ya heard me Get they ass, baby get 'em Wack niggaz fantasize of borrowin flows Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed The shit I stand for is off-limit to challengers Yeah baby You twirl the baton while I'm swingin this Excalibur Bitch nigga And ma co-signed it, peep you're side-windin Brokeback Mountain-ass climbin Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar You sinister, ya hot cha-cha hand is soiled Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted The only runnin the streets you doin is with laced-up Asics You're basic see this boy's a boiled egg Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin your mandies He had a full clip in the candy He was ready to take the w/rapper off, applaud your physical and BURP you Nigga you a purple hanky You a purple hanky, bitch A young prince fuckin with Doughboy The only Boyz n the Hood you got, is a car mechanic You are a panic A gamut of audible ass whippins is lined up Tear that behind up - hey easy It's men here, take your pumps off You ain't a hoe, you just a jump-off Call a nigga Froggy Uh-uh, call that nigga Maurice See me in the streets, I'm like the Da-Dant Daaan That's right, Deen Witter, bitch Uh-uh, looks like it's gon' get ugly up in this one Shit, damn right it got ugly I mean, brother against brother That's my word If I see that nigga in the streets, I'ma bust his ass.. Fam takin sides and shit Aiyyo, ya man Pop, he always pussy I mean the fucked-up thing about it, the nigga Goon Time He profittin on the whole thing Yeah What we gon do now It's all fucked-up now, it's all fucked up now Yeah it was fucked-up for a minute Yo, I wind up layin low for 'bout four months But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door Oh I had to bounce