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Get Off The Ground Feat. Termanology, Sean Price, H-Staxx, Justin Tyme, Ruste Juxx & Lil Fame (MOP)
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Termanology
Yesso yesso
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Show off
Uh
Ayo, I send my condolences
To any rapper holdin' the crown
I'ma blow his wig off his body
And pour some piss
I'm with my dudes
Niggas move when I'm with the goons
Pistols pulled on any rapper
That wanna test the crew
I'm with the Switzerland wolves
We 'bout to split some dudes
Put an MC in intensive care
And flare him with the tools
I'm the hardest spitter
And I got the heart to kill ya
I put your squad up in a grave
Then I party with ya
You not soldiers, you stockbrokers
The Glock smokin'
I'm Pac, Hova, Nas, I'm a star rock and rollin'
I'm Michelangelo, eatin' you like a cannibal
Greetin' you with my hammer
Lil' deepest flow, I'm mechanical
Mandible like Canibus
Brandin' these rappers like amateurs
Panic and what you should be
My uzi weighin' a ton or two
I got determination
That's where the term is waitin'
And turn your statements
To my personal bank, and burn your paper
The MC slaughterer, pardon us
We make horror flicks
We choppin' bodies to calamari
And pounds of fish
On the scale, lucky lefty, son
He turn your vesty messy
It's Termanology, rock with me
I'll be reppin' SC
If you don't wanna 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 wanna 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
Over here, blam, you got slapped
Now get off the ground
'Fore I lick off a round, clickin' hiccup to pound
I spit bars, sweet and devourin' bars
Nice whip, you a bitch, no, a coward in cars
Off the marijuana
I will Sarah Connor your squad
On the scene quick, we are the champions, pa
Rap ruler, it's a wrap, the gat shoot ya
Promote fight, good night, Lou Duva
Provoke might icepick your bitch two coolers
P, good night, pa, you a loser, haha
Listen, I rap better than most dudes
Most dudes can't rap
And tap on your boat shoes
P, bust my nine
Sean Price, nigga, just in time, let's do it
If you don't wanna 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 wanna 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 bitch jock me like polo
I ain't gotta go get it 'cause I got it on me
I smell like palm trees, nothin' 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 niggas doin' life inside
Grabbin' you by the neck, stickin' a knife inside
It's P-R-double-O-K
Double A-K, bringin' trouble your way
Knock niggas out, they can't get off the ground
Shell cases found, the cops get off the ground
So put a muzzle on that basura rap shit
Nigga, knuckle up, cock Rugers back, bitch
Bust these jux, bullets blow out your brain
Think it's a game? Listen to Lil Fame
If you don't wanna 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 wanna 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
Lyrical assassins, we handle the truth
We gon' carry the tar, son
When we get in the booth
Nothin' to prove, ask daddy, yeah
We got tons of proof
Everybody follow instruction, yeah
You better salute
Nobody move until we say so
From Murda Mass to BK, you better lay low, ho
It's the takeover, the game's over
We stay sober
It ain't over, who told you, dog? Okay, hold up
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?
Stop bitin'
Like Iron Mike Tyson in his prime
We make you frightened
We got the tracks which the hood gon' blast
Legendary Fame got the hook on smash
Yeah, we make all these good girls jump bad
It's a no-brainer, but they still give us gas
If you don't wanna 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 wanna 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, motherfucker
What part you ain't understand?
I murder somethin' with the steel in my hand
Blam, blam, blam, knock somethin' off quick
Can't dance with the wolves I walk with
We don't talk shit
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
A.M.s, P.M.s, evenings and afternoons
Mornings, it's on, a new day is dawnin'
Poppin' off over here, international warrin'
From New York to Switzerland
We gets it in, competition don't want none
We send them things whistlin'
Vision that, holla back
It's beast mode unleashed off the collar rap
Who got a problem with that?
Ayo, Slap, these clowns get slapped
Word to G-Mo, it's Big Salskikid
If you don't wanna 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 wanna 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