Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heads Up, artist - GZA. Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Song language: English
Heads Up |
| Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G |
| No foots allowed, you understand? |
| I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas |
| Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega |
| Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke |
| And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote |
| Here on now’s about, stuffing the couch |
| Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth |
| I’m laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials |
| Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial |
| Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill |
| Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills |
| Open like a market of fleas and from |
| 11−7, son if you copping for trees |
| And I’m only fucking with 20s and Z’s |
| If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D’s |
| Cause the bank won’t stop and the bank won’t freeze |
| A double dose of process and 4 g’s |
| I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right |
| Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight |
| Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I’m a journal |
| I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal |
| And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant |
| My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant |
| Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants |
| And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence |
| So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt |
| Or put holes on the block it’s just a notch on my belt |
| Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell |
| When the pockets start to swell, I’m taking that lane |
| Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings |
| And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing |
| And we always up to something when the temperature’s hot |
| At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop |
| Lyrical battles I identify with |
| I load up and exploit this fly gift |
| The clip is filled with 16 bars |
| Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred |
| The mic booth is bulletproof |
| Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths |
| In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya |
| Decode a message from the fastest carrier |
| This craft of trade with a sharp blade |
| A double-edged sword give life in dark fades |
| Turn murderous rap only means I killed it |
| Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it |
| Mic masters Hip Hop’s hallmark |
| The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark |
| Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme |
| And shine light on the world in the form of art |