f/ Threat



Intro:



I am Captain of Egor

Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!

He's doin impressions!

Hi Tremaine...



Yo Threat, you ready? (yeah)

Sup?



Verse One: Threat



Who is you nigga who is you?

I know you from somewhere (where you from) The Zoo

Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch

And fuck you too, this is L.A. Zoo

And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers

Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch

Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster

Players, get smoked with my bare hands

Got the shit that sway in a wicked way

Like Tash and J, motherfuckin Ro hoe

Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew

And to my homies this Bud's for you

Who is dem niggas



Verse Two: E-Swift



Guess who nigga been down evrysince

With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway, and Tense

E motherfuckin Swift ohh I, thought you knew

Looted me some glocks in April, Ninety-Two

But it's a new day, so make way shortie

For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty

Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come

J motherfuckin Ro and he's buzzin off the rum



Verse Three: J-Ro



Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it

I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit

If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up

Das EFX shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon

Peep it, keep it in your brain until the nextone

My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex

one, two, three, J-Ro is who I be

I got more bone than a cemetary

Ninety-Three mandingo, I got my own lingo

My Mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo

But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman

I makin lots of dough, and the Liks can rip a show and

Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it

Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it

I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat

Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that



Chorus: repeat 4X



[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas



Verse Four: Tash



Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats

I rip shit from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats

They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all

Call y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all

Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter

MC's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider

From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out

Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out

I take to the funk sound man since my pager

I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up

The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka

Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter

Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest

I'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses

So who them niggas with beats for your ass

The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash



Chorus