Lyrics 110 Percent (feat. Breez Brewin, Homeboy Sandman, & Kyle Rapps) - DJ JS-1, Homeboy Sandman, Kyle Rapps

110 Percent (feat. Breez Brewin, Homeboy Sandman, & Kyle Rapps)

Just to point out
That probably 95 percent of people
Miss the boat in life
So here we go for your stereo
I crossed 110th
No slacking
Wo-macking
Like Bobby
I be coming with strength
I bust through
Like something I must do
Labor of love
Me getting lustful
Fuck it
Like «What's new?»
Ask after the 90 day
Heinie wait
Joint moving
Point proven
Time to skate
On some straight insult to injury
Fucking break a leg
Be it kinfolk or enemy
Imma make em beg
Gotta let em know
They ain’t too proud
Imma take you down a notch or so
Like women that’s giving they crotch
For dough
The movement’s ill
Big shoes to fill
Like tryna be the next B
To sex after Sasquatch
Let’s go
I’m saying it’s nothing
Displaying my gumption
I’m breaking the slump
Like I’m taking a dump 'n'
Crying bout the job hard
Least you working
Like crying over getting
Mosgov’d til you’re Perkins
I come to give it, uh
110 percent
Truly when I get bored
I give it my heart
I come to give it, uh
110 percent
Truly when I get bored
I give it my heart, heart, heart, heart
Trapped in the night of the dead living
Cops act funny
Frank Drebin
Resident of times
Where the congregation
Having hard times
Paying tithes
Reverends have to smoke resin
Heads be in the box
No shit
Something like that flick 7even
Take it from a cat
Who didn’t rap to «6' 7»
Take it from a cat
Who didn’t kick no bars on «Otis»
Take it from a guy
Who doesn’t ride scrotums
If I spit em, I wrote em
This is the life that
I’ve chosen
Cops yelling freeze
I’m not running
But i’m not frozen
Unless somebody real’s running
Then I’m not voting
Cats walk like it’s the catwalk
Sun I’m not voguing
I’m known to keep a home base
In each of five oceans
Known to keep a stone face
But I’m not Vulcan
Only one I can’t feel
Is the fear emotion
Make a cat sneer
At the mere notion
over 110
Can’t hear nothing
Over stomach grumbling
Puff bragging
Holdst up under dungeons
Kids under 10
Smuggle gems
The young men
Pimp out they sisters
Under mothers consent
It goes another one
Bring your friends
Come again
You want to overcome it
Better go a hundred ten
My gang sign
Is the peace sign
And my guns a pen
When I buck
I’m gonna buck trends
That’s where the buck spends
Where your luck ends
In a room full of enemies
Now rap still among friends
In a penitentiary i’m gonna jump fence
I should change my name
To what’s next
Cause I am
Flow tighter that butt sex
Yes i can
stay well fed
Nigga I’m gonna win
JKLM I’m going in