Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See The Light, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 08.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
See The Light |
| More Than Just a DJ, hip hop ain’t dead |
| Some of you niggas ears is just fucked up |
| AZ, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| You know the rhetoric, top tier predicate |
| Stare, so whatever, shit, nigga, I’m a delicate |
| Do it for the hell of it, Brooklyn is the heritage |
| Home of the thoroughest, fully autos never miss |
| Call me the mellowest, murdering, verbalist |
| Ride through the turbulence, with la on the purple scent |
| G posture, bum rocker, gun cocker |
| Without the skully, I’m gully, sonny, a young Hoffa |
| Come papa, a kid left stunting |
| Homicide is nothing, I’m E.F. Hutton |
| Graze, gutter the grunting, days slayed are slumping |
| Twin K’s, either way, compadres is dumping |
| Cuffed up, or something, the buck of C’s and bumping |
| This Drama King thing, while you ding-a-lings is munching |
| Rae, Ghost & A, Street Sweepers’ll slay |
| BK, Staten Island, Manhattan, but hey |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| Straight out the bushes, yo, from Lefrac to Bushwick |
| Blowing kush, catch him in buildings, sting him like cushion |
| High powered eagles, circulate through spots like needles |
| Bumping and grinding, and jetting the diesel |
| E-classes, feeding the masses, so much hash on my land |
| I had to power down and cop three tractors |
| Living luxurious, glorious, super deluxe hustlers |
| This is why we stay notorious |
| The emperor, call me a kings mentor, spent off the real |
| Money’s real estate, now repent war |
| Crime, taxes and axes and bulletproof pens |
| I’m bout to get an ice glove like M. Jackson |
| Alpine, gooseneck systems, Calv Klein |
| Build blast '88 niggas who kill fast |
| I represent the planet of real masters |
| Park Hillian flashers, kill you for the will or to build action |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| Take me to paralyze her, drag him to Carolina |
| If he don’t talk, stuff his mouth with the pacifier |
| Put his brains on his cali', make him feel the fire |
| Flame broil his lips, guns is lows for the appetizer |
| Honey roast his nuts, throat cut, leave that faggot dick like a broke dutch |
| Look like he woke up, bang him a cal, hanging him now |
| These semi autos almost took off half of his head, yo, this is Staten Island |
| Stay smiling, cake piling, watching our glucose |
| Repping forty’s and brown bags, dipping from blue coats |
| Catch the G-Unit on a new boat, flicking it up |
| With new ropes, choppers banging, banging new Ghost |
| Applying the pressure, I bet you the K and the A will stretch ya |
| Leave your host, something holy like Mecca |
| This is real talk, blood sport, battery action |
| Mixed with rat poison, you punk faggots hurt, hand me your fucking package |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |
| I will take my time in the bushes, right |
| Pay the people no mind like I’m crooked, right |
| Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right |
| He on the floor, tell his grams, yo, I see the light |