What We Bring To You
The Notorious B.I.G.:
One, one two, check me out right here, yo, you need to turn up the track a lil bit for me, all up in my ears, the mic is loud, but the music ain't loud, yaa, yaaaaa, now the mic is lower, turns the mics up a lil bit, make sure the music is all the way up, the music ain't loud, this shit is hot, uhhh huh, uhhh huh, uhhh huh, thats what im talking about, thats wild out, uhhh
Slikk-C:
Who be the MC who rhyme greatest, that ill-fated cat that can't wait to start spraying, at police layin back and blatant fags, let it be known that I'm throwed when I roll, sendin' ya home making cash flow get to swole. My mentality is military casualties for trying to steal this individuality, enemies screamin, quick to stop ya breathin, now we even steven taking your stash when Slikk's plans get to weavin', you the last fleein get the 38 beamin at your team and blast MCs who ain't believin'. Hostage taker, big money maker, I'm the kid that's making you shake, huh? You're in trouble, I'll chew ya like hubba bubba, I hate to pop your bubble ready to tussle in the jungle where I make my money double, never sped off faster, mastermind rapper last to laugh laugher, body bags and caskets what I'll give you bastards..
Kwik Bone:
Im comin off like a bottle rocket, when the beat starts, i gotta drop it, glock im quick to cock it, when the gun is blazin, niggaz empty pockets, represent my own turf, strangle niggaz till lookin like smurfs, come around here, you bound to get hurt, the dirt, is ya turf, puttin ya facedown, bangin rounds in ya crown, six feet down, no bodys ever been found, dwellin with the bigshots, convience store is my pitstop, stick it up, give me the dough, or pigs gonna see heads knock, sock in the mouth, nine to the head, show em what its all about, give a shout to the mcs and rap kings that now rest in peace, you always were hot, ya music gonna go on, even if its just through me, ya legacccyyy never ever gonna rot.
(Chorus)
This is what we bring to you.
You and all your crew.
Sleep safe 'cus I carry 2.
Nigga, we don't follow rules.
This is what we bring to you.
Slikk-C:
Bandana, and black masks, you best just dash fast or my gun blast will finish the task, 4 score and 7 years ago still had the same flow, same 44 make foes put they jewlery and gold on the floor, step aside, I'll rolled to where he resides, Knock-Knock "yo who is it?" "It's slikk and I've come for a visit, very vivid and surreal about to feel how steel feel against ya grill." Kick down the door, put his wife on the floor, then I grabbed that bitch by the throat and said a couple lines to let him know this ain't no joke, "Nigga, why you try to harm me? I got more weapons than the US Army, my gun is very charming, another visit would be very alarming, you gunna wish you mutha got an abortion, if I got to bring Kwik in this bitch there will be a lot more than just extortion." Then I forced him, to open the safe, I hit my gun against his face, and slit his wife by her jugular space, he cryin, that what bitches get for lyin, now ya wife is dyin, Kwik met me out front, we lit up the blunt, and now we just flyin.
Kwik Bone:
In the dark shadows, willowing, is where the killaz been, lurkin and workin, for certain victims in the bathroom, and then I close the curtains, caps i love to peel, see the pavement filled with blood spill, got my steel off safety, so niggaz cant waste me, skin turnin pastey, right between ya eyes is where the case be, foul smell of body cells, is a tale, of mischief and gun hail, bloody trail, left an unknown pale male, an average day for me, is niggaz gettin did and done, by my hot gun, hittin then i fled and run, its the KW-IK, want to get slain, its the BO-NE, gonna be me, gettin before ya scream, many things i should, regret and repent to the preacher, but he had a foul scent, so i let the leeches suck his features, bang and weavin, your gang dead is what im leavin, and your family greavin, deceased, don't meet me in the streets, niggaz we quick to get done, we live by the gun, so we die by the gun, ya never see a thug on da run muthafucka
(Chorus 2x)
This is what we bring to you.
You and all your crew.
Sleep safe 'cus I carry 2.
Nigga, we don't follow rules.
This is what we bring to you.
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Fukkin wit da Killaz - Sonny Scarecrow ft. Spookmaneby crazyoffdabudsac1,762 views
keep thugin yo dats right kwik keep on yo grind u better than anyone on da radio ha especually lil wayne
MrDizzEBONe 2 years ago
lol, you guys talkin bout gats and shit. I bet you havent even held one. just freestyle dont be so thug
whastup 2 years ago
yoo, good stuff, good word play, and dope beat. get back at me.
jmak1231 2 years ago