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[Rasco:] Turn my headphones up a little bit Yeah [Chorus x2: Rasco] We be lighting it up, if it gets loose tighten it up These niggaz out fightin for what On the frontline, get 'em one time On mine they will never see the sunshine [Rasco:] Yo, this is what it's about I can shoot shots straight in your house Have 45's straighten you our Left hook land straight to your mouth Crack your teeth, bring niggaz stacks of beef Heat your grill, brothers got beats for real Man it don't make sense you too cheap to kill (Ha ha) Get a bird for the cheapest thrill Prophylac' then I beat the gills, it's all part of the game Me and X still out of your range High-tech, my set will stop your whole threat nigga Set your sights, you lookin at the best in life Will swing it from the left to right and keep movin [Chorus] Letras de canciones [Rasco:] Look, I expose your clique Man you cats ain't as cold as this Just as good as it's supposed to get Hone your skills, you lookin for the wrong appeal Check the file, respect the style Let the bloodhounds loose, make 'em run for miles [barking] Get your sound right, that don't even sound tight (what) Spittin the shit that only get your town hype We do it worldwide, you should let your girl ride Roll with us, too cold to bust I told you once, brothers ain't the ones to trust Watch your back, do it by myself to stack Polyhedron tracks, how real is that? Yeah [Chorus] [Rasco:] Go, better lace your boots I be look for a place to shoot Make your whole clique face the truth Bow down when I grace the booth Spark the flame, finish when I start to aim Take your crown, still have to take you down Snuffed out where you cats won't make a sound Make your rounds, earthquake shake the ground On the hunt still lookin for the beats that pound, yeah [Chorus] From Letras Mania