It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all We be on point wit' the joints 'Cause we takin' no fall So I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) Yo, I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicks The kids that only deal wit' that type of nonsense You can't get wit', D.K.S. self evident Adolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant The time was approximately 11:43 When the D called me and told me We must be lyrically the best that he says The K N O C K and S and K, it's spray Comin' away, the B.T.J., it be they I'ma hold it down, wit' sounds Like clowns, walk the trey pound Now in the underground, B.T.J. just entered Remember, the S comes last like December Once shit cock it's time to Rock like the Monsta In reality, B.T.J., is lyrically responsible for all difficulties My lyrics oppose a threat to the best M.C. yet And appears nightmares for those who slept Also the biters, claimin' they writers They need to think about what they talk about When you exposin' your dirt, that's when you dummin' out Dwellin' in the PJ's, all day hangin' out wit' nothin' to do Them rebellin' niggas is mad, 'cause I'm tellin' the truth Hittin' yo wit' mind craftin', flows to molecular cord graphin' It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all We be on point wit' the joints 'Cause we takin' no fall So I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) Yo I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all We be on point wit' the joints 'Cause we takin' no fall So I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) Yo I'ma go for mine (So son, go for yours) Aiyo one day it was me and the D Walkin' down the street, some niggas stepped to me Said are you Lil' R U T I Z? He said I heard you nice on the muthafuckin' M I C Battle me, battle right here and let's see So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt So I hit 'em worst to let him know I don't play those games Save 'em for the jerks, D. Verbs said, "Son, let me get some" I said, "No, 'cause he's a victim and he probably in my premises You know when I open my book wit' my lyrics I'm endin' this" (No question) All this shit he poppin' in my ears Fuckin' ejected, he can't hang wit' my style Look now, here's man fillin' it, back to like what I was sayin' I start extortin', I'm not playin' You want Lil Knock? I come on your block Cock and then start sprayin', lyrics So don't start what you can't finish 'Cause I will be sure to end whatever you created Mentally you can't function Physically you dead wit' the push of this button Explosion be corruptin', from the expert of execution I met Lil Knock at the junction He was talkin' about walkin', to the tree spot We took the L to New Rox, we got stopped by two cops Talkin' about "Where the two glocks?" We doo wops how was I to glocks? Man, it's too hot And I'm cold, so let me go, I never hold Whoever told you, that I do la? Lil' Sha, fuck a do or die Nigga die because of what they do, I do what I do wit' my crew Po-po was hype, they was like, "You bite, stick wit the mic device" Drivin' off, said, "Have a good night", personally I might And all that shit I said was a psych' So who's the crew that give nightmares to those who slept? (D.K.S.) Constantly flown wit' finesse (D.K.S.) Puttin' all comp' to rest (D.K.S.) Be the best so you can't contest © JPERIOD MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com