Name: Drop It Heavy
Duration: 4 min 10 s
Description: Слушайте песню Drop It Heavy - KRS-One, Big Pun, Showbiz, A.G. онлайн с альбома Full Scale в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:10. Год выхода - 1998

Full Scale

Showbiz

A.G.

D-flow

O. Cee

Party Artie

Themes, Schemes, & Dreams

Q & A

Spit

Time to Get This Money

Who's The Dirtiest

Big L

O.C.

Lord Finesse

Dignified Soldiers

Put It In Your System

Raw As Ever

O.Cee

Dignified Soldiers Remix

Spit Remix

Hidden Crates

KRS-One

Big Pun

Drop It Heavy

Unknown

I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me

Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me

I keep it grimy; chase me you will never find me

I take you out for two or three minutes you can time me

You the dopest emcee? I leave that ass sizzlin

I'm giving more rhythm than gang rapes in prison

You small time; you ain't a pro, yeah you kicked the wrong rhyme

But you showing your flow, that's all mine

Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability

I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery

I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!

You don't want to battle me, you want to scatterway

I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, wait, let me

I think you outta follow your squad, they ran that away

You rapper, you played out, spaced out, no format

Now why would you place your money on that?

I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!

I bring, knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it

Challenging knowledge, only means that you're ignorant

With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm sticking in

Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it

Grow up, I'm moving like a you-haul truck

You all stuck cause you all suck buck, buck buck-buck-buck-buck!

Forget the cut, ?hasta la? stops, I bring it to your buttocks, enough

Yo; my squad is on it like Elijah Muhammed

But I'm garbage, hard, ain't no richeousness in this heart of violence

Hard as diamond, but I'm in the rough, listen up

If you ever see me with the Feds, you can better send the cuffs

Ain't no snitch in us, dickin us, unofficial nuts

Everything we are, your side wish you was

Official thugs in it, ?bust? for fresh air ?? connections, drug

Still seeing the judge for drug possession

The 4 D's, all these, is more reas' to either get big

Or leave and let live, we the best that gives, TS

Ain't nobody else, we probably thug, plus its all the way on top of the

I'm locking your wealth, with the master keys, freeze

I'm trying to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast ya back to your knees

So pass the keys, please don't test the toaster

My tech will roast your body faster than Ferraris test the roadster

He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath

Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh

You was close to the bread, now you froze on your bed

A minute ago, you was probably fucked, holdin your dick

Now what's the problem? you ain't nothing like what you said on your

I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island

You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits

How pathetic, didn't take it out on the ?counter statics?

I ?dial rappers? with power lyrics my machinas is my insurance

Kill me appearance, I'll shine as a spirit

You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison

You gotta share it, you can't win, you better join em

Watch for the toast, when you see it you better tell yours

?One law? calling the giant, to smoke yours

Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell ya, I hold heat

With a light on niggaz, like police, so don't sleep

Rap terrorist, bomb mikes, in the name of Allah

Forever terror all I need is 26 letters and 16 bars

I be bomb dropping, verses, that be so def

Searching for those who cold slept, till there's no left

Mysterious, like a dope fiend, clean, never touching the ground

And you knew it, when you heard us I'm fluent with this

Emcees want to serve us, DJ's are mad nervous

But can't hurt us, they got the ??, I beat

Add the craze, now they lovin it, no need to cover it

Even when I play with it, to fan in the weight

That sounds so dope, you want to quote and learn to say it

Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough to be the favorite

I'm trite, I bite, when you bark, so save it

He has to be, a Master P, immitation, cause he ain't Bout It plus he

Showing that same two, since he first came through

Fuck selling, ya supposed to rock and blow the spot, I set the game, too

Told shorty riding shotgun, ain't that true?

It musta hit her off guard, she wasn't ready

Mind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it heavy

Слушайте песню Drop It Heavy - KRS-One, Big Pun, Showbiz, A.G. онлайн с альбома Full Scale в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:10. Год выхода - 1998

Drop It Heavy

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