Styles Of Beyond - You Cannot f*** With This Lyrics
Artist: Styles Of Beyond
Album: Razor Tag
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
Listen while you read!
[** feat. Celph t**led:]
[Intro:]
Blaaaat!*
Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do, man. We s***tin' on n***** dot com.
New York connection, Miami connection. We a problem.
[Verse 1: ~Celph t**led~]
100 Miles & Runnin'
Celph t**led to hold the gun and
Put the pump to your stomach
Till they're pumpin' your stomach
[Ryu:]
I'll be dumpin' every clip that don't fit in my waist
b*** naked with a shot gun
I'm Soul Escape
[Celph t**led:]
You the L.A. Timmy McVeigh?
[Tak:]
Nah, my name is Tak
And I tote a glock till your s*** splits and bricks
We airin' out laundry
A buck to clean ya
On a Cannon Ball Run
Quick tuck your knees up
[Celph t**led]
f*** the streets up
It's a no brainer
Toe bangers
Run up in delivery rooms with coat hangers
Any buffoon that show anger (What?)
We bringin' plenty of goons with gold razors
That hold chrome lasers
[Ryu]
No stranger to beef
I'm a dangerous beast
In Shinoda's backyard
Chained to a tree
If you wanna act hard, stay 25 feet
Away
But they keep me on a 30 foot leash
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
Break it down
[Celph t**led talking]
Yeah, you know we told these m************.
From the Chrome Depot to the platinum Creepshow you stupid m************.
[Verse Two] [Ryu]
I'll stab a knife in your chin see your lights go dim
Me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin
[Celph t**led]
I'll strike again
Blastin' foes
With a rubber grip
Made from the same s*** as Michael Jackson's nose
[Tak]
Yo, it's a wrap now, casket closed
Still dippin' on fo' fo's, wrapped in rose
Gats that will wet 'em like a plastic hose
[Celph t**led]
When I blaaaat the toast
You turn to Casper The Ghost
[Ryu]
You're done, that's it, adios
Back in the boat we tie a rope around your neck
Hang him after the show
Dump the body in a creek, now they wavin' a flag
Your s*** is weak
Get the f*** off Bangers and Mash
[Celph t**led]
I'm back cravin' a blast when I walk into Star Bucks
With an A.R. tucked
Now watch me Star buck
Get 'em
(Hit 'em)
(Split 'em)
It's the
D.E.
M.I.
G.O.
D.Z.
Easy
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
[Chorus 2]
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always f*** s*** up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
[Verse Three] [Celph t**led]
It's a m***********' party in here
We fiend to get big
Stab you in the leg with a shovel
Have a shin dig
Your girl next to you is scared to death
I'll blow that b****** wig off, put some hair on your chest
[Ryu]
Yes
I'm from that s*****
Here the guns go; boom boom boom
Like a techno beat
Pop s*** that'll make you wanna slit your wrist up
You still playin' doctor
I'm on some Nip/Tuck
[Tak]
Yeah, line 'em up now
My cliques on
Hit hit time to touch down
To kick dope s***
Back for more
We make all y'all drop
That's the raw
That chrome piece goes pop
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
[Chorus 2]
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always f*** s*** up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
[Scratching]
You know it's a f****** invasion
Green Lantern
Artist: Styles Of Beyond
Album: Razor Tag
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
Listen while you read!
[** feat. Celph t**led:]
[Intro:]
Blaaaat!*
Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do, man. We s***tin' on n***** dot com.
New York connection, Miami connection. We a problem.
[Verse 1: ~Celph t**led~]
100 Miles & Runnin'
Celph t**led to hold the gun and
Put the pump to your stomach
Till they're pumpin' your stomach
[Ryu:]
I'll be dumpin' every clip that don't fit in my waist
b*** naked with a shot gun
I'm Soul Escape
[Celph t**led:]
You the L.A. Timmy McVeigh?
[Tak:]
Nah, my name is Tak
And I tote a glock till your s*** splits and bricks
We airin' out laundry
A buck to clean ya
On a Cannon Ball Run
Quick tuck your knees up
[Celph t**led]
f*** the streets up
It's a no brainer
Toe bangers
Run up in delivery rooms with coat hangers
Any buffoon that show anger (What?)
We bringin' plenty of goons with gold razors
That hold chrome lasers
[Ryu]
No stranger to beef
I'm a dangerous beast
In Shinoda's backyard
Chained to a tree
If you wanna act hard, stay 25 feet
Away
But they keep me on a 30 foot leash
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
Break it down
[Celph t**led talking]
Yeah, you know we told these m************.
From the Chrome Depot to the platinum Creepshow you stupid m************.
[Verse Two] [Ryu]
I'll stab a knife in your chin see your lights go dim
Me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin
[Celph t**led]
I'll strike again
Blastin' foes
With a rubber grip
Made from the same s*** as Michael Jackson's nose
[Tak]
Yo, it's a wrap now, casket closed
Still dippin' on fo' fo's, wrapped in rose
Gats that will wet 'em like a plastic hose
[Celph t**led]
When I blaaaat the toast
You turn to Casper The Ghost
[Ryu]
You're done, that's it, adios
Back in the boat we tie a rope around your neck
Hang him after the show
Dump the body in a creek, now they wavin' a flag
Your s*** is weak
Get the f*** off Bangers and Mash
[Celph t**led]
I'm back cravin' a blast when I walk into Star Bucks
With an A.R. tucked
Now watch me Star buck
Get 'em
(Hit 'em)
(Split 'em)
It's the
D.E.
M.I.
G.O.
D.Z.
Easy
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
[Chorus 2]
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always f*** s*** up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
[Verse Three] [Celph t**led]
It's a m***********' party in here
We fiend to get big
Stab you in the leg with a shovel
Have a shin dig
Your girl next to you is scared to death
I'll blow that b****** wig off, put some hair on your chest
[Ryu]
Yes
I'm from that s*****
Here the guns go; boom boom boom
Like a techno beat
Pop s*** that'll make you wanna slit your wrist up
You still playin' doctor
I'm on some Nip/Tuck
[Tak]
Yeah, line 'em up now
My cliques on
Hit hit time to touch down
To kick dope s***
Back for more
We make all y'all drop
That's the raw
That chrome piece goes pop
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
f*** with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
[Scratching]
You can not f*** with this!
You can not f*** with this, we'll bust your s***
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' b****
[Chorus 2]
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always f*** s*** up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
[Scratching]
You know it's a f****** invasion
Green Lantern