[chorus: d. real] It be the b.t.j’s, wit lyrics for all We be on point wit the joints, cuz we takin no fall So i’mma go for mine (so son, go for yours) Yo i’mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)
[el sha] 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
[lil knock] The time was approximately eleven forty three 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’mma 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
[el sha] 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, cuz I’m tellin the truth Hittin yo wit mind craftin, flows to molecular cord graphin
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[lil knock] 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, cuz 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 Cuz I will be sure to end whatever you created
[el sha] 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 two 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’
[break] 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
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