Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hecklers , by - The R.O.C.Release date: 13.04.2017
Song language: English
Hecklers |
| If you ain’t come to have a good time |
| You ain’t come to show love |
| The fuck on with that hating ass shit |
| Yo |
| I brought a couple of Detroit’s finest with me |
| And on that outlet track boys real quick |
| Kuniva, Trick Trick, and I’m The R.O.C |
| Lets go |
| Get up out the way |
| These ninjas wanna get it live right here bitch |
| Move to the side bitch |
| Get your right bitch |
| Get stomped and matched |
| Till the lights fade out bitch |
| All you do is bite shit |
| Pipe down for your casters mic |
| Sit your whole and faculty down |
| Down with the sounds of the roc |
| And its fallen offbeat |
| They can’t fuck with me |
| Yall teach your young shit pollute |
| These cocksuckers want to dispute |
| And if they do they just stup |
| Duckin through the crowd |
| They root when they see me |
| I’m on my motherfucking grind |
| I’m rooted |
| The look up on they face is foolish |
| When I spit sicker when I lube it |
| Serial killas stay secluded |
| In these rhymes i’ve exuded |
| All your insides are ruined |
| No way out this mess you got caught in yeah |
| Where your world collapse knowing there |
| I’m the problem |
| You see the visual stare |
| Stupid is as you fare |
| You heckle me cause I handle my biz |
| And stay out your mixed up trip |
| In a simp |
| That’ll never fucking change on my side |
| That fact you a bitch and you can eat this dick |
| You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch |
| Them words are cross cause of the heckling with |
| It’s cool if crews don’t like what I spit |
| Close your mouth and just mind your shit |
| Close your mouth and just mind your shit |
| It’s cool if crews don’t like what I spit |
| Them words are cross cause of the heckling with |
| You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch |
| Hell nah ain’t fucking with yall |
| Up in the crowd now he gon fall |
| Said the wrong shit now you can’t pause |
| Bodies hit the ground like salt the door |
| Hell nah fuck yall |
| I be feeling it |
| Keeping shit going to the fullest |
| Hang with the hoodlums |
| Dodging the bullets |
| Pull up with the homies drunk as hell |
| Everyone know that we down with the bullshit |
| I’m on some fucking hater shit |
| All in the crowd saying they hating shit |
| The crew will spray your clique up |
| And turn around and take your bitch |
| What you think gon happen if you keep yapping off |
| While I’m up here rapping |
| You gon make us start a brawl |
| I guarantee you don’t wanna start scrapping |
| It’s always that one guy in the group |
| That tries to test his luck |
| Who screams the wrong shit in the crowd |
| And get beat the fuck up |
| Then you try to talk it out |
| And kick some shit like I’m all about unity |
| Be the same person in the courtroom |
| Pointing the finger now your momma and em suing me |
| So if you wanna make it home in one piece |
| If you came to the show only one deep |
| Keep your motherfucking mouth closed |
| Or you’ll be screaming out |
| Niggas is joking |
| You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch |
| Them words are cross cause of the heckling with |
| It’s cool if crews don’t like what I spit |
| Close your mouth and just mind your shit |
| Close your mouth and just mind your shit |
| It’s cool if crews don’t like what I spit |
| Them words are cross cause of the heckling with |
| You chose the wrong path you heckling bitch |
| Hell nah ain’t fucking with yall |
| Up in the crowd now he gon fall |
| Said the wrong shit now you can’t pause |
| Bodies hit the ground like salt the door |
| Hell nah fuck yall |
| It’s some of this |
| How in the fuck do you think that when I’m on the stage with the mic in my hand |
| That the things I’ve done in the past |
| Won’t make me get your motherfucking ass |
| You son of a bitch |
| Still on the marquee |
| Oh so you bought a ticket to disturb me |
| You tryna fuck up my party |
| You really want this from my team |
| Well I got zero tolerance for bad manners |
| I got the flow and you wanna stab at her |
| And I ain’t no rapper goddamnit |
| I do what I want |
| And they can’t stand it |
| No way in the fuck am I satanic |
| But I beat em till I’m in a straitjacket |
| You stopping my show it just ain’t cracking |
| It’s too late when you hear the gate cracking |
| Ah ah |
| Squad or something |
| I ain’t lacking |
| When that leg thrust |
| And that head bustin |
| So your pussy ass just said something |
| You dead bitch |
| That way up front |
| Get a visit up to the front door |
| Stop you and the bitches stunt for |
| You dead bitch |
| That web frontin |
| Get that visit up to the front door |
| (fuck you trick trick!) |
| Get em |