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Culture VI - "Oh Shit!"
Lyrics to Oh Shit! : [Hystwise] Do you wanna take it To the club oh shit on the floor Cult VI To the streets to the beats to the boards To the peeps holla back I cant afford to be weak We could be fightin with fists bustin ya grill You a hothead with no fever suckers aint ill but nigga Step into the field where the war is Whores get it too pop em drop dead gorgeous Dog apply that raw Im stoppin you chumps Ill leave you like a stripper uh topless with pumps This Clayton Powell boy who want it 50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya stomach [Skeemo] Ayo we deep nothin less than twenty two people Im street I rap for niggaz that shoot people Frontin like you gon squeeze nah no ya wont You dont want it with the Bronx nah no ya dont You a phony ass fairy tale figure I told yall you frail niggaz aint worth blades on nail clippers Heavy metal tech 9 in the small of my back You can catch strays and they aint dogs or cats [R.E.U.] Ayo my lifes fucked up and easily yours can be too Brutally awfully bruised in the morguery room My mind hasnt been right for a couple reasons With a liquor bottle in my mouth leakin I got trouble speakin [Clowd9yne] Check the double feature man [R.E.U.] Im the cat that you wouldnt wanna walk by Type of like hoodlum with a cork eye Crazy and cant help it the stress do it or maybe, im just to lit, and thats it Maaaaaaan, Ill smack a cat with a bat that was used by Babe Ruth Grenade serenade boombastic [Clowd] Whos baddest flew passed this metal detectors my tools plastic Pistol whipped ride shotgun and you blasted No manners stay misbehavin I cant warn en cousin No mans relatin to me cousin get torn up [R.E.U.] Savior on the corner of ya local Seven-11 wit black hoody Black backpack attached to me Which is equipped with a grip dual strapped black pad for an attack Swing blades the size of a sting ray [Bugzy Bogart] SeSo M S N Strictly Live is What is, Where is, Who is THE CULTURE' SixXx is, R E U is THE CULTURE Hyst is, Clowd is, Bugz is THE CULTURE Yendi, Kas, and Jug is THE CULTURE Brolik, Poizun, Skeemos THE CULTURE 8th is, Radius, and Chynos THE CULTURE NC-17 & T.D.S. THE CULTURE YZs THE CULTURE Oh Shit! THE CULTURE [Juganot] I practice magic to knock a planet off an axis Swallow a solar system in my path like Galactus War god with spiritual military tactics Specialize in incinerating worlds to ashes Life flashes before your eyes after slashes To the jugular vein Juganot is kickin asses Rippin out chunks like paychecks after taxes Masochists get a hundred and 20 lashes Til backs are whipped scarred tissue and deep gashes Cover 40% of ya body like heat rashes Better do meter dashes I got matches And a metal tank with highly combustible gases [Bugzy Bogart] you lack the knack for lyrical combat [Juganot] For back slaps Im that nigga to contact [Bugzy Bogart] My team like fiends with numerous dope tracks [Juganot] Comin from Queens Shiesty Heights you know that [Bugzy Bogart] Or comin from Brooklyn rockin a Dodgers throwback No hat we could scrap with knuckles unload Mac 11s, 10s or .9s Berettas, Glocks, or Dillingers Or chemical warfare Small Pox in cylinders We could take it to the streets with knives, bats But why scrap' We could just rap battle each other with wise cracks Im packin either goin out blastin the iron Or in the iron cuffs my wrists is wrapped in [PV] On the real Im sick of rappin we pistol pack a tip quit the yappin Before these clips are clappin and have ya clique collapsin mister 45 hop in ya ride youll probly not survive And put it down like fake criminals when the cops arrive Man we often makin a move biscuits and toast Is what I hold and on that note I dont play with my food This kids rude plus his crew is quick to blast at ya dogs And laugh at you fake fucks like Cinemax after dark [Hystwise] So we took yall people To the club to the floor To the streets to the beats to the boards To the peeps hollar back I cant afford to be weak uh uh uh uh and its still The Culture The Culture The Culture It be the Culture [ Oh Shit! Lyrics ]
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