Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Panic , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Panic |
| «Hard to the core" — Xzibit |
| «Watch you panic like the bitch you are" — Xzibit |
| Yo, right about now, the shit I’m spittin’will make the world stop |
| Celph Titled, the trifest nigga to run blocks |
| Me and my man Freddie N.U.K.E.S. |
| get the bitches quick |
| Inconsiderate conglomerate, I got the sickest clique |
| We rip the heart out of nigga, while he be still breathin' |
| Matter of fact, I won’t let up until you stop bleedin' |
| I’m a pimp with the essence of Lucifer |
| And y’all couldn’t get head if you was a guillotine executioner |
| In the street I hope your show your love |
| A lot of rappers act hard but really homo thugs |
| I stay in New York city where it ain’t easy to live |
| Be some sheisty motherfuckers, bring the Ds to your crib |
| I’ve been long awaited, but now I’m finally coming out |
| Try to sabotage me and get a gun up in your mouth |
| We speak slang-nology, study it |
| We can go gun for gun and find which nigga be the cruddiest |
| This shit is off the meat rack and I slice faggots with a sleek hatchet |
| And send your body home in three packages |
| Fuck good behavior |
| I got a hundred different ways to rearrange ya |
| My disclaimer spell out «Danger» |
| I push weight like shovin’people at Disney lines |
| I wrote the runs of the game |
| You followin’these raw rhymes |
| I’m mainly known for beats but I’m tryin’to dead that |
| Show you how I spit and have niggas be like, «Who said that?!» |
| «Boom» |
| «Hard to the core» |
| «Watch you panic like the bitch you are» |
| «Boom» |
| «Read my lips» |
| «Watch you panic like the bitch you are» |
| Yeah, RichBums, Celph Titled, Fred N.U.K.E.S., you know the deal. |
| Uh, yeah, it goes, «Boom». |
| Yeah, smash somethin'. |
| Uh, check that guitar. |
| Never catch me strapless |
| Like a modern bra, fashionable statements |
| Live from TK to NY |
| My |
| Battleship, U-2, sunk your Battleship |
| Better paddle bitch or catch a full body stitch |
| Stupid snitch |
| I bustle fucks like scuttle butts |
| ?Throw your face for those who that’s a boy cut? |
| Charge you big bucks, merchandisin' |
| Inevitably |
| (Fred N.U.K.E.S. from Mattel!) |
| Each sold separately |
| I call the shots like a referee |
| Don’t mess with me |
| Cuts in my eye by Scarface, a true G |
| Turn into slam shots by the bar |
| Too old sew but try to act, like Fredro Star |
| Never poor |
| Never cease to amaze |
| Defender of the town, Denmark’s the home base |
| You rap bass, expand hip hop, most I wreck |
| Y’all follow this? |
| The bandwagon effect |