Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave Now, artist - King Just.
Date of issue: 15.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Leave Now |
Falalalala |
Yo, this is how we do this shit |
Niggas better move, niggas better get back |
Niggas better move, don’t fake no jacks (Leave Now!) |
I come like a river, I’ll make ya shake ya zipper |
The liver, here comes the nigga that’ll dick ya |
Raw, hardcore, sounds that pound |
Stop, look, what’s that sound? |
Come on now, you’ve got to swing with the King |
Cuz the things I bring’ll cause more ruckus than Rodney King |
Riots, gimme ya head and I’mma fry it |
Try it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen |
Cats are jammin like Mitch Green, more albums than Al Green |
A fiend for rap, puttin this shit on back |
For my niggas who put me on the map (Like that, like that) |
Back, flash his ring around the axis |
Feel my mark upon ya chest when it slashes |
Slow like molasses, Black Fist is massive |
And I rock rhymes from here to Shaolin to Dallas |
Boom, the bomb, the Mega Don drops |
What the Blood Clots? |
Two-Six fuckin shots |
Stand clear for the warfare |
Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air |
Yea, the Mega Don’s repossessin shit |
And I’ll represent, kid these misfits are militant |
Since, life’s a bitch, I’mma use her |
One life to lose her, the Mega Don’s a death abuser |
Like a butt, niggas better spit at you |
I’m sick, with what I’m dealin with, Shaolin be rippin shit |
On the wreck, Mega Don, Knotty Dread Brothers |
We actin live, but this way, all that’s dead |
So act like you know, black |
It’s the Mega Don, check the stat |
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks |
Check it out, it’s the mutt who rules like King Tut' |
You rappers suck, it’s another Black Fist uppercut |
All I wish for is blunts and stunts |
You get played like a dunce, I get props makin mutts |
Misfits, a bunch of hoods with Knapps, hairs twisted |
Steppin to my crew, you wouldn’t wanna risk it |
Just listen, I’mma school that ass like the Board of Ed |
A skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick head |
Nuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smoke |
Blow it out thru my nose, then take another tote |
I hope, that I could live large like Boss Hogg |
The cat’s out the bag, fuck it, let loose the dogs |
I’m walkin niggas like a pit, it’s the Profes |
Be on my face, hard like an erect dick |
I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitors |
Van Clans are canned, they can’t understand my slammin stamina |
I master trash in blastin, ass-rappin |
This gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actin |
Approachers, choke from the smoke of snub noses |
And die, high off highly potent doses of dopeness |
I posted, roast up these jokers, it’s over |
Quit, I’m rippin off your shit like strip poker |
Each one, teach one son, but you was taught wrong |
I swarm, rip four pawns, you’re torn, sick thoughts form |
But if I ever want z’s chief, I just repeat |
No wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleep |
Black Fist, the Shaolin Click, declares war |
So move, move muthafucka, what you waitin for? |
Fuck that, blood clot! |
(Easy, easy, selecta, Black Fist is ours, celestial |
Any man want some must get after dem) |
Big shout out, all right |
Big shout out to all my man lock down |
Shitty Brown (My man Will) |
Ah. |
Two-Six Mob, my liners |
Ah. |
MZA (L.K.) Ah. |
GP Wu |
Ah. |
Barry', ah. |
Meth-Tical |
Boogie, ah. |
K.C., yes. |
uh. |
Meth-Tical! |
Haha |
(Chris) Two-Two's |
All right, all right, Little MZA |
Uh. |
Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy. |
*fades* |