That Shit

Hunter

Wu Shaolin yeah yeah

Let's stand up y'all

What up we on the rise

10304 types

Move with The Movement

Its like Roy Jones said

What's that son

Y'all must of forgot or sutten word

Yo INS

Inspectah Deck

We love fast cash trickin' on a few girls

Spazzin' like the yellow cab through the new world

I walk slow slaughter order like new kicks

On some Wu s**t two chicks shootin' my flicks

Might creep through ya town all wrong

Half a bone twenty inch chrome

Illuminatin' off ya dome

Like OT status the one to get at

Never sweat that I'm focused at the X on the map

Treasure chest stash the guest house attached

Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat

F**k the media hype I'm into Stereotype

Name ya price then let me get my hand on the dice

All my life nine out of ten involved in the heist

Only for ayallytes with the target sliced

Now the parasite blined by your neon light

Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights yo see

Heads get ripe off-a this

Thug all night off-a this

Ladies fight off-a this

This is That s**t

The Projects flip off-a this

The trees get lent off-a this

Crash your whip off-a this

Cuz this is That s**t

Inspectah Deck

Yeah yeah n***az stay showin' they teeth knowin' they weak

We supply you with the fire son cope with the heat

Roamin' the streets slowin' the Jeeps ownin' the beat

No sleep chasin' papers stay focused it's deep

Keep an eye on boy he gonna rise like the crime rate

Vibrate the tristate I make ya jaw aque

Been around the world put a house on the hill

But still greasy like the corner store grill

We roll like Vegas dice pay the price

Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life

See me yankee hats John John blue boots on

Movin' in the Ucon schoolin' all the new borns

Mommy get ya groove on ya bustin' out ya outfit

Lovin' how ya move on the floor baby bounce it

Big boys step through they all step aside

They all mesmurised man y'all recognise

Inspectah Deck

Heads get ripe off-a this

Some will bite this Rebel INS your highness

Screamin' high pitched survivalist you bare a likeness

In the pits where it's high risk I work the Nightshift

Like this like that put pressure on rap

Cheques stack watch a s*x trap

Shorty through an X in my 'yac

Caddy stretched black don't question the fact

I lay my head back spazzin' off a new Meth track

Count w**d bag green blue purple and brown

Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town

Circle round get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big

Feel that I peel back heavy into ya wig

For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks

Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this

Son hit it like Arabs the world don't curb haters

Don't quit ya day job ya girl know the words