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styles of beyond - you cannot fuck with this lyrics

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[intro]
blaaaat!
yo, green lantern man
you know how we do, man
we sh-ttin’ on n-ggas dot com
new york connection, miami connection
we a problem

[verse one] [celph t-tled]
100 miles & runnin’
celph t-tled to hold the gun and
put the pump to your stomach
till they’re pumpin’ your stomach

[ryu]
i’ll be dumpin’ every clip that don’t fit in my waist
b-tt naked with a shot gun
i’m soul escape

[celph t-tled]
you the l.a. timmy mcveigh?

[tak]
nah, my name is tak
and i tote a glock till your sh-t splits and bricks
we airin’ out laundry
a buck to clean ya
on a cannon ball run
quick tuck your knees up

[celph t-tled]
f-ck the streets up
it’s a no brainer
toe bangers
run up in delivery rooms with coat hangers
any buffoon that show anger (what?)
we bringin’ plenty of goons with gold razors
that hold chrome lasers

[ryu]
no stranger to beef
i’m a dangerous beast
in shinoda’s backyard
chained to a tree
if you wanna act hard, stay 25 feet
away
but they keep me on a 30 foot leash

[hook]
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
f-ck with this you wish you could
you can’t my camp will k!ll you quick
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
you can not f-ck with this, we’ll bust your sh-t
demigodz and we get the place jumpin’ b-tch

break it down

[celph t-tled talking]
yea, shinoda we told you we was gon f-ck this up
from the chrome depot to the platinum creepshow you stupid motherf-ckers

[verse two] [ryu]
i’ll stab a knife in your chin
see your lights go dim
me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin

[celph t-tled]
i’ll strike again
blastin’ foes
with a rubber grip
made from the same sh-t as michael jackson’s nose

[tak]
yo, it’s a wrap now
casket closed
still dippin’ on fo’ fo’s
wrapped in rose
gats that will wet ’em like a plastic hose

[celph t-tled]
when i blaaaat the toast
you turn to casper the ghost

[ryu]
you’re done, that’s it, adios
back in the boat we tie a rope around your neck
hang him after the show
dump the body in a creek, now they wavin’ a flag
your sh-t is weak
get the f-ck off bangers and mash

[celph t-tled]
i’m back cravin’ a blast when i walk into star bucks
with an a.r. tucked
now watch me star buck
get ’em (hit ’em) (split ’em)
it’s the d.e.m.i.g.o.d.z
easy

[hook]
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
f-ck with this you wish you could
you can’t my camp will k!ll you quick
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
you can not f-ck with this, we’ll bust your sh-t
demigodz and we get the place jumpin’ b-tch

[hook 2]
back up, get backed up, get smacked up
fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
everybody wanna know what’s up
when demigodz to all show they always f-ck sh-t up
back up, get backed up, get smacked up
fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
every time we get rowdy and drunk
we puttin’ cowards and punks
dead bodies in trunks

[verse three] [celph t-tled]
it’s a motherf-ckin’ party in here
we finna get big
stab you in the leg with a shovel
have a shin dig
your girl next to you is scared to death
i’ll blow that b-tches wig off, put some hair on your chest

[ryu]
yes
i’m from that s.o.b
here the guns go
boom boom boom
like a techno beat
pop sh-t that’ll make you wanna slit your wrist up
you still playin’ doctor i’m on some nip/tuck

[tak]
yeah, line ’em up now
my cliques on
hit hit time to touch down
to kick dope sh-t
back for more
we make all y’all drop
that’s the raw
that chrome piece goes pop

[hook]
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
f-ck with this you wish you could
you can’t my camp will k!ll you quick
[scratching]
you can not f-ck with this!
you can not f-ck with this, we’ll bust your sh-t
demigodz and we get the place jumpin’ b-tch

[hook 2]
back up, get backed up, get smacked up
fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
everybody wanna know what’s up
when demigodz to all show they always f-ck sh-t up
back up, get backed up, get smacked up
fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
every time we get rowdy and drunk
we puttin’ cowards and punks
dead bodies in trunks

[scratching]
you know it’s a f-cking invasion
green lantern

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