a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

boricua bomb squad - be arounded lyrics

you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
where you gonna run boy?

stand clear
the man in here
on a mission
to put an end to your career
when yo hear me
and you fear me
mr. j.k
burning mc’s on the yelling
shaman made the track
cookee came to mix it
look me in the eye and try to say we didn’t sk!ll scripts
ill kid, step b+tch
in the school of hardknocks
boricua bomb squad knocks to boom plus all your boombox
who rocks?
that remains to be the question
f.b.i. has the answer
note it for lesson
depending on, number one crew records
no mel syndicate bringing in all your wrecking
plah! plah! plah! plah!
all the sh+t be toward n+gga
but you can’t walk the walk, saying you an m.c
come back to me, i took you for a jog
cuz i play the sk!lls got your toy, hah
so where you gonna run boy?
coming all toward sh+t
gotta tell matter fact tanium
believe me son
you’ll be around the next millenium
the wrapped out gifted we’ll put it into rest the cranium
(so…)

you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
you all be around that sh+t (be around that)
where you gonna run boy?

back to wake up cuz it’s the n+gga that you slept off
something in your brain i figure must have gone wrong
still in the frame and razing up strong
faking all g’s like the mighty king kong
the eighth wonder, it’s your ass i devour, and conquer
into gone fore bring the lightning and the thudner
came from heaven’s gate, stepping to the mic
(hard sh+t…) too late
now when i say you won’t be around
means you’ll fade the weight round
don’t go pound for pound in my mastery sound
now tell me how she goes down, on a daily operation
scared to me puff here my mother she’s my reason population
bu still in no relation, but i draws a light
i used to trap it now i toast it make it pop my wife
so many years in the struggle now you spend it in my air
let’s get one thing clear
you ain’t around next year

(y’all true, aight aight)
word is bond!
so can it all like ying yang, master we aight
sure to make it’s the day ain’t gonna be around next year
ain’t that right, mr. j.k.?

no doubt, baby!
depending got homie got punk’d surrounded
the ref!
buckwild brainchild polydox!
myself mr. j.k
the almighty shaman
you know what i’m saying!
u records dropping bombs!

- boricua bomb squad lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS