Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 24-7 , by - Quasimoto. Song from the album The Unseen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
24-7 |
| Like a .357 hitting on 365 |
| Checking them dead or alive |
| With my man |
| Listen up |
| I make it pop when I drop the rhyme |
| No corrupting your spot that mops |
| MC’s out the box so I remain on top |
| Number one contender assassin |
| Blast a rhymes attracting |
| Green weed, bitches and cash |
| Then I’m (mashin' in fashion) |
| Southern Cali' wild raise for action |
| Crazed will leave the rhymes packed in |
| My verbal clip come packed for easy access |
| The fact, is your crew is backwards |
| Stepping up to the real |
| Yo MC shady got the record deals |
| Lyrically getting peels, still |
| I feel you recognize |
| There’s more than just size |
| It’s all about do you got heart |
| And do you come real with rhymes |
| Times up, never run up |
| Hit your roster getting done up |
| Paralyzed from the neck up |
| Hold the checking up, doing up |
| Crews for the coming up |
| I’m faster when it comes to cash |
| I speed fast past to leave you whiplashed |
| To watch we spread around like crabs |
| To quickly get in that ass |
| For the future present and past |
| Lacing tracks like hash |
| Checking weak, mark MC’s |
| Everyday, all day |
| Is where I stay |
| Deep on the west |
| Real MC’s don’t play |
| We lay it down just like that |
| Or better yet like this |
| Rhymes on deck |
| Leaving fake MC’s check (echo) |
| The Ill Loop Digga… |
| What? |
| Ch-Check one two two (one) two |
| I come through |
| Like volcanic eruption, Ginsu |
| Knives cutting right through you |
| Hit you off with lyrical stanzas (stanzas) |
| Hit you off with questions or answers |
| Running through MC’s like |
| Cancel you (doot) |
| Can’t compete |
| When I throw on my beat |
| When I write a rap |
| When I get on the turntables and scratch |
| Nigga’s try to attach |
| Y’all nigga’s get snatched up (smashed up) |
| Mashed up (crashed up) for trying to act up (act up) |
| Why you half step (half step) to my rep (rep) |
| Now you’re going in debt (going in debt) |
| The Ill Loop dig upon set word back |
| Got to give like I’m hitting headcracks |
| Going through your back like some lead black |
| Never give a wack nigga no slack |
| Get the |
| Niggas always hollering about |
| «Where the hoes at» |
| Or |
| «I don’t even like that nigga man» |
| But where my foes at |
| «Hey I’m going to take that nigga out man you see my strap» |
| Bunch of bluffing |
| «Kill that nigga, right now» |
| And everyone knows that |
| Check the weak, mark MC’s |
| Everyday all day |
| Is where I stay |
| Deep on the west |
| Real MC’s don’t play |
| We lay it down just like that |
| Or better yet like this |
| Rhymes on deck |
| Leaving fake MC’s check |
| Check… check…check… |