Lyrics Rock For Y'all - Jr & Ph7, J-Scienide, Supastition

Rock For Y'all

Ladies and gentlemen, this is for the crate diggers
The real DJ’s scratchin', mixtape niggas
With black Timberland and hoodies, chain swingin' cats
Who specialize in broken slang English
Microphone fiend shit, rhymes so distinguished
Even the way I rhyme, got a B-Boy lean to it
I’m east Carolina to the core boy
So you might notice how the flow got a southern swing to it
Don’t riff with me and J
I swear you must’ve had a whole fifth of E&J
You’re crazy drunk, I blaze these punks
Keep their heads in a souvenir box next to my 80's dunks
I’m so thorough and built for this business shit
It’s no question, who is the shit
It’s Supa
The bad man from N.C. that’ll crush y’all easy
And beef ain’t somethin' that you want, believe me
«You got’s ta, keep rockin', keep rockin'»
«Do yo thang»
«Rock rock on» — Bahamadia
«You got’s ta, keep rockin', keep rockin', keep rockin'»
«Rock rock on»