Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serious Rap Shit, artist - Group Home. Album song Livin' Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ffrr
Song language: English
Serious Rap Shit |
| From jump street I thump beats that’s bangin' in the street |
| See now my cypher’s complete |
| I got each of my brothers on my side, right and left |
| Who’s next to flex? |
| I get more thrills than sex |
| Microphone is like a loaded MAC |
| Who’s that there that’s tryna hold us back? |
| I don’t think so, we attack the premises |
| I’m like your nemesis and devils better remember this |
| Yo, the G-U-R-U of the Gang can always hang |
| I’ll string you out with the dope that I sling |
| And you can’t touch it, when I’m goin' off |
| And crazy shouts to my niggas up North |
| Although you’re locked down, you’re still on my mind |
| So rewind selector, rewind, rewind |
| I’m kickin' shit off my dome |
| I puff the chalice with dread, feel the steel, the real, the chrome |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Ayo spark up the MAC, little shorty on some wild shit |
| I’ll pull your file, walk down the streets without a smile, kid |
| Shit is gettin' hectic, I’m packin' a MAC-10 |
| Niggas wanna check it, I’m thirsty for action |
| Ninety-five shit is real, gotta pack my steel |
| Just in case a nigga try to kill me, chill |
| I ain’t goin' out like that |
| I bust enough caps in backs |
| And other niggas they be fakin' jacks |
| Best what, to back up, before you get smacked up |
| You act up, reload the clip, now back up |
| Straight up, don’t let me break fool because you lose… |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| I sit back, and watch MC’s take freefalls |
| Bounce 'em off walls like Superball |
| Stand tall, and terrorize MC’s |
| All the ones who wanna be like me |
| You can’t get with the exquisite shit I kid-ick |
| You get caught up, like Ted Kennedy, in Chappaquiddick |
| You can’t roll with my flavor or style |
| I outlast MC’s by miles, and I got |
| The hot style that pops |
| I’m givin' hardrocks, body shots when I rock |
| You can’t even test me no matter how hard you try |
| Fuck around, lay around, punk, do or die |
| I’m back again, the roughneck nigga from Boston |
| When I swing I got mad drama that I bring |
| The crews all back me up |
| And we come to rip 'cause our shit’s too rough, yeah! |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Me and my fam take this rap shit serious |
| New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this |
| Uhh |
| Yeah, baby pah like this |