Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Target Practice, artist - Zion I. Date of issue: 30.05.2005
Song language: English
Target Practice |
| I carry 'nuff crosses, I learned to cut my losses |
| And stay alive unlike drug lord bosses |
| I made friends who I know got my back |
| #1 main reason I’m a mad idiot |
| And I add not subtract to the miles on the track |
| And I will not stand back by a wall in the crack |
| See me in the cut of the scene with the queen |
| See how these men livin' what you call a dream |
| Holla at ya boy I’m in Holland with a joint |
| I’m as sharp as a whistle so I say I’m on point |
| Deuce and Dos, you know the one-two |
| Always down to kick it, you can call me kung-fu |
| It’s in my nature just to lunge at you |
| It’s not that I hate ya, it’s just what I do |
| Now open up the gates, let a brother get through |
| And gesundheit my maine, when you hear me atchoo |
| All around the world it’s the real sho' shot |
| Like a fish in the ocean you went and got caught |
| You look like a target, hit you in the spot |
| Your blood starts to pump, 98 degrees hot |
| Get what you want, what it is, handle your biz |
| Dust gamble with his, strangle ya kids |
| What you wanna know? |
| They want an answer for this |
| Feeding every addict cause I’m good at it |
| I can play the best |
| It’s like a game of chess |
| The strategy killing the anatomy, laid to rest |
| Brutality and humanity I just came to bless |
| The tragedy of reality, what a dirty mess |
| Yes, where do I end or begin it? |
| For sure they want the world and everything that’s in it |
| I never get on my knees, my nigga please |
| Melt down to my degrees, I don’t freeze |
| I’m not impressed by none of these MC’s |
| They want beef? |
| Give 'em mad cow disease |
| Nobody wanna really hear what ya say |
| Like Kay Slay, slap ya favorite DJ |
| Yo, renegade rap writer |
| Cadillac rider |
| Track inside, I spray verbal Mac hot |
| Blast the gat, lick a shot |
| Then run like Assata |
| Head to the hills, post no bills Don Dada |
| Spread wider, drop lyric gun powder |
| I blow bless the flow, now turn the bass louder |
| Got a crowd |
| So proud they stand around us |
| And rep to the death which vex’s the out of towners |
| I was a young boy when I came into this world |
| I was a young boy, now I let the gold unfurl |
| Gap tooth with the bullet proof vocal |
| Life in this world got a brother feelin' loco |
| Dance like I’m Jojo, now call me Richard Pry' |
| Blaze up the mic when I light it catch a vibe |
| Look into my eye |
| And you can see the truth yo |
| Chillin' with my people, max in the studio |