You Cannot Fuck With This - Styles of Beyond

Blaaaat!*

Yo, Green Lantern man.

You know how we do, man.

We shittin’on niggas dot com.

New York connection, Miami connection.

We a problem.

100 Miles &Runnin'

Celph Titled to hold the gun and

Put the pump to your stomach

Till they’re pumpin’your stomach

I’ll be dumpin’every clip that don’t fit in my waist

Butt naked with a shot gun

I’m Soul Escape

You the L.A. Timmy McVeigh?

Nah, my name is Tak

And I tote a glock till your shit splits and bricks

We airin’out laundry

A buck to clean ya

On a Cannon Ball Run

Quick tuck your knees up

Fuck 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

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

You can not fuck with this!

Fuck with this you wish you could

You can’t my c&will kill you quick

You can not fuck with this!

You can not fuck with this, we’ll bust your shit

Demigodz and we get the place jumpin’bitch

Break it down

Yeah, you know we told these motherfuckers.

From the Chrome Depot to the platinum Creepshow you stupid motherfuckers.

I’ll stab a knife in your chin see your lights go dim

Me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin

I’ll strike again

Blastin’foes

With a rubber grip

Made from the same shit as Michael Jackson’s nose

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

When I blaaaat the toast

You turn to Casper The Ghost

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 shit is weak

Get the fuck off Bangers and Mash

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

M.I.

Easy

You can not fuck with this!

Fuck with this you wish you could

You can’t my c&will kill you quick

You can not fuck with this!

You can not fuck with this, we’ll bust your shit

Demigodz and we get the place jumpin’bitch

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 fuck shit 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

It’s a motherfuckin’party in here

We fiend to 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 bitches wig off, put some hair on your chest

Yes

I’m from that S.O.B.

Here the guns go;

boom boom boom

Like a techno beat

Pop shit that’ll make you wanna slit your wrist up

You still playin’doctor

I’m on some Nip/Tuck

Yeah, line 'em up now

My cliques on

Hit hit time to touch down

To kick dope shit

Back for more

We make all y’all drop

That’s the raw

That chrome piece goes pop

You can not fuck with this!

Fuck with this you wish you could

You can’t my c&will kill you quick

You can not fuck with this!

You can not fuck with this, we’ll bust your shit

Demigodz and we get the place jumpin’bitch

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 fuck shit 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

You know it’s a fucking invasion

Green Lantern