DEADLY VENOMS - All Nighter lyrics

[Intro: N-Tyce]

Yeah yeah, whutsup, this is N-Tyce

Ya'll know what im talkin bout, got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin

People just look at me and dont think that I can rap

They dont call me a Deadly Venom fo nutin

Poi-son, nahimsayin, DV's up in here

Rocks the World, holla, and ya don't stop, yo, yo

[N-Tyce]

I show ya how fun rap can be, folks can't stand me

Cos I'm the type that go up and except a Grammy

In an R&B dress, split past my thighs

Get tipsy, open my shirt up, and flash the guys

Make they eyes pop out, tongues hanging

Lyrically I'm nasty, like a chick that a bum's dating

Ya flava's like Juicy Fruit, it only lasts a minute

My hairs gettin grey now, think that I should tint it

Till I thought about it, probably look more raw without it

I'm trynna plot on how to get a rap star impounded

Cuz they don't sound right, take em to the junk yard

Chump parts, stinking up the game like a skunk fart

[Chorus: N-Tyce]

We on fire (fire)

Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter (lighter)

We gone pull an all nighter (nighter, say what!)

And I aint gotta go to bed no time soon

[N-Tyce]

If I ain't rappin, then I prefer mackin instead

Take my stocking off my buttocks and wrap it around his head

I like them buffed up Derek Jeter's

Who ain't ashamed to walk around with a scuffed up pair of sneakers

A lot of girls are into fashion, instead of rapping

Think you can write somthing hotter? It'll never happen

I like people who believe in theyself

One day I'll be old and gray, breathin' the wealth

It's like this, people playin' spades, takin' blinds now

A lot of artists wanting me to write they rhymes now

Im high-tech like DVD, riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E

[Chorus]

[N-Tyce]

You wanna good woman? You should appoint me

My friends won't even bring me around they dad cuz he may even want me

I'm Hardcore like Lil' Kim's first CD

And hard-headed like 50 kids in a pre-school nursery

Folks be like "yo, N-Tyce, you hurtin me"

Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgery

Stitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it up

You see me everyday, I'm on ya wall pictured up

It's kinda hard survivin', I got you paranoid

Like blue lights behind you in a car driving

See I'm Nasty like Nastradamus

I write a lot of incomplete sentences using lots of commas

Teachers hated me in school, wishing I would vanish

Now they wantin' autographs for they grandkids

Plus, they wanna free concert, better learn to pay

You shoulda never gave me an F when I deserved an A

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: N-Tyce]

Aight, heh, that's how we kick it out here in Carolina's

You know what I'm talkin bout baby, you what I'm talkin bout?

You dont know nuttin bout that, heh, 336 entertainment on the rise!

Yeah...