On Tha Ground
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot
Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway
Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
F탶r dessa snubbars problem
Jag silar snacket p탥 scen
Det 탤r vad dom s탤ger 탤r jag har g탥tt
Vad dom skriver p탥 sitt 탤t
Hur jag l탤t, hur jag var
Vad jag sa, var jag bra
Var jag keff, var jag deff
Var jag aight, var jag tight
Var jag nice, var jag bajs
Var jag ingentin' alls
Var jag kung, var jag tung
(Fuck that shit)
Om du inte diggar min stil man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)
Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch
Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip
Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians
Yo, let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
Remember my name F-to the E V E N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my crew GFX, yeah remember that too
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up
We break shit down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya
There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance
Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
Vi tar till publikhat
Det 탤r alltid likadant, h탶r ditt prat I publikhav
Jag klarar mig sj탤lv, fixar mitt shit sj탤lv
Slashar mitt shit v탤l, drar in cash varje kv탤ll
St탤ndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikv탤ll
G탥 p탥 scen I ett svart kl탤desst탤ll
Jag 탤r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren j탤vla stil
Jag 탤r som en hundra formel ett, fast I en j탤vla bil
Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't under speed
The Miss that's killin' this
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?