Dungeon Ratz - Backbone

You see the stars

You know the names

Hoody Hooo!

These Dungeon Ratz on your God damn ass

Comin through like a shotgun blast.

BOAW!

These Dungeon Ratz on your God damn ass

Comin through like a shotgun blast.

BOAW!

Lead scatter, bloody red-head shatter, mind over matter

You ain’t rich with it, what’chu jack for

Seventeen bullets on my 'ackdoor

Dread’s who meet my .44

Aye but we rich for no war, Witch start somethin

Somethin twiver come and bail from her

Move ya feet, stock ya documents

Cuz these jails full of occupants

Smoked out rhyme, my nigga in the bushes with the dime

Done ya charges and crime

Everybody contributed, when police lights flash

Feel like death be drivin my head, lookin right and left

Nigga wanna be so hard, just spendin nights (These Dungeon Ratz.)

Ain’t like a dope charge, locked up like Tokhar

You got some niggas in yo' backyard, trappin its heart now

(These Dungeon Ratz. Haha!)

24/7 you gotta dodge cops, plus the haters strapped with Glocks

A science to get paper, a science to keep this paper

On this microphone, known to handle my business

Get up every mornin and go to bed, quote a life sentence

Bare witness cuz I don’t play no kind of games wit 'em

I hit 'em like automatic trigger-play (Blah.blah.)

I keep 'em runnin, niggas bustin from every which-a-way

Deadly venom, get in 'em, tell 'em what that nigga say

You heard it, he quote a fly conversation

The FUCK you thank, this First Generation

Believe me Jack, we made from scratch

That killa cascade’ll lay y’all ass flat

We, tote the sword and prepare to attack

That Dungeon Family nigguh, understand that

Like in the water, like an obese

While you cover your little ol' hands like a beast

Ten years ago, you would’ve been PUT in the Figure 4

Did a little throw, off the top rope — ask Perf for the credits

When send them niggas straight to Ellis to get they grills fixed

Don’t miss the terrorist, the underdog of the clique (Throw yo' ass up!)

Either «Watch for this Hook» or «Get Rich»

Ain’t no love for the slicks, so dig a hole and sit

In the dark, niggas don’t want to start

We damn near thunder and still comin out hard

Children, children, niggas is thinkin THEY GOD

Backout, backout, backout!

My niggas stay ready on call, we fall in

We blend like troops, we don’t recruit

We playas, you can’t be scared

We got niggas with dreads and braids and base

We rapid, armed, rageous — just like the po-po

We family tied across the board so.

We deep (Wessyde!) and relate to NYC

I’m on the beach, sippin iced tea

Loc’ed out, straw house

Look we took the paper route

Hit my folk Backbone on the phone, now it’s on

Huh, I’m 'bout to hit, I’m 'bout to hit the zone fool

Big T-Mo from the Goodie Mob, act a fool

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Will attack if provoked

We hang tight, so ain’t no slack in the rope

Or crack in the dope

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Got that thang for ya brain

Shootin hope in ya veins, got you addicted to slang

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Comin rabid and viscious

Ain’t no crabbin and bitchin

This ain’t no average mission, listen

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Ain’t no losin our focus, or amusin these jokers

Watch the hocus we pocus, feel me?

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Been some years in this game

Just a fish in this land

We stake the system with aims, to maintain

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

In the form of a dragon

With the sight of an eagle

And the wind of a stallion, wagon

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Solve our problems like men

Keep our business within

Know that we break 'fore we bend, fight club

(These Dungeon Ratz.)

Everywhere like busstops

You could never make us stop

On that ass like Buckshot