Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Lil' Sumthing, artist - Hard 2 Obtain
Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Lil' Sumthing |
Take steps on the mission with the H2O addition |
Artifacts, nigga listen, on the track we never slippin |
Bust a busta plus him leavin niggaz in my dust |
Pack a marker in my tu to hit the path or the bus |
Straight from New Jeru, it’s the nigga MC El Kick it swell, so tell, the boys so they be jeal |
Hit your ass across the chamber cuz you got a glass jaw |
Baby Pah, I get raw, the best you ever saw |
Crews get dissed, with my lyrical fitness |
I bruise with my News, so be the Eyewitness |
I kicked it, to rip this, to be the mag-nificent |
Prolific get specific, the groove is mad isn’t it MC El I’m out to the left motherfucker |
I got the groovin sound if you wanna get down |
I put you down if you wanna get down (4X) |
Verse Two: DL Get down on it Yo, it’s the nigga with some ruffness |
Ahh, and then I bust you with some tough… |
shit that I kick, when it spills from the grill |
Strapped with Artifacts on the track and Raquel |
From the Y-O, and you know we gets HIGH-YO |
So r-i-i-i-i-iiiight |
Don’t try to press it kid, you know DL |
is not having it, word to life you get stitched |
Too bitch to get down, represent and bring in a gun |
Pops the trunk if it’s beef that make up Everything is real, I feel what’s real |
Now a nigga’s packin steel and I won’t guard my grill |
So watch what you say when you come around my way |
And if you’re scared say you’re scared |
«But don’t be afraid» |
Quiet as kept, Strong Isle |
I vic em and I stick em A bitch ass nigga til he bleeds to death |
And let the fans donate what’s left |
of the body, I gotta thank George and Koty |
Who rests in the fly where it’s live and happening |
And niggaz definitely be strapping |
Verse Three: Raquel |
Still slow, while currents be driftin on a memory |
Just to get down from uptown, I’m with whatever goes down |
So add it up and count me in |
I’m in for the wins fuck a trend light it up and put one in Spark it up like a rocket, action packed like a Sock-It |
Fuck a card I’m pullin motherfuckin pockets |
So stand back, be on guard, it’s survival |
of the fittest and I plan to pull charge |
I keep a tight grip on the trigger, chickenhead try to figure |
I won’t pull the trigger, cuz I’m not a nigga |
Aiyyo, it’s Raquel from the Y-O |
You know we gets high yo If I said I didn’t I don’t lie yo Voice arrest me like me niggaz Black and Vespy |
Ain’t got no change so don’t motherfuckin ask me Word to life I get biz like a one-step mic check |
Raquel kicks the grip on the black tip |
Verse Four: Tame One |
The New Jerusalem hoodlum droppin tunes on niggaz soon |
The nappy ass Newark nigga smokin bigger badder boom |
Flex Mad like Cobra, I’m the right one like soda |
With red eyes, I’m teachin Jedis, like I was Yoda |
I’m too daisy crazy with my penis as a bonus |
Keep my fro combless sag my pants like I’m homeless |
The city of Bricks, from where I get, fuck the rumors |
Do damage like a tumor, walk through asses in my Pumas |
Dyslexic, I wreck shit, words flip when I read em like |
check mic two One Tame redrums all CM’s |
The Pack Pistol Posse gonna watch me play Chachi |
I’m flippin on some ill shit, H2O spot me Raquel, MC El, Tame Taste and DL |
If we do well, no more shorts on the weed sales |
I pop the top off, put dumb bitches on knock off |
The Notty top pops a darker marker gettin props off |
Verse Five: Taste |
Yo click click bang bang, bustin niggaz thang thang |
Do the locomation as if you was on the A-Train |
Too hard to handle with a grip on the handle |
Pump squeeze quick to burn a nigga like a candle |
dad, so one two, mic check |
I ring bells in eardrums from suburbs to projects |
Word, you better ask somebody nigga |
Bringin it on with Raquel from the wigga, Y-O |
Tame, El the Sensai go way back |
Like Mockneck and Sergio Vallente |
Can’t forget Kurious, with the serious |
Uptown Mob, to get the job done |
Turn a forty flat to the head, Artifacts in the corner, gettin massive red, off the fat sacks |
Straight from the burrows |
Play ya like Annie, until tomorrow |