DEADLY VENOMS - Real Hardcore lyrics

[Intro: J-Boo]

Rocks the World, DV's, what, yeah niggaz

For all my hardcore niggaz, bust a slug thug niggaz

Yo know the deal pa, yo, yo, aiyo

[J-Boo]

I'm shittin on the whole world, you know the name

DV's to the death, never playin' no games

So fuck the fame, we can spit darts or fight

Light a candle, let it burn to the end of the night

Who keeps it tight, fuck what you heard is real

Pretty, Pretty Thug style now y'all know the deal

Tag team on 'em, straight bubblin' out

Run up in your crib, 4, 5th thuggin' them out

Nigga what, y'all still wanna ride wit this

Heart stopper, bomb dropper real survival chick

Rock wit my click or I can rock it alone

Shine like a Tahoe, baby, sittin' on chrome

Relax your dome, so I can spit that shit

Rip that shit, never gonna quit that shit

Cuz I'm the shit, so put it in perspective

You double crossing me? It's about to get hectic

[Chorus x2: Champ & J-Boo (J-Boo)]

Its that real hardcore (you cant fuck wit that)

That QB thug shit (you cant fuck wit that)

That head banger live shit (cant fuck wit that)

What, what, what, what (can you can you really really fuck wit that)

[J-Boo]

Yo, I told y'all once before, it aint a game

I'm comin' through blasting, remember my name

J to the B, double O for sure

Back slappin' wack bitches down to the floor

So gimme that, you don't deserve to rap

You couldn't even shine if you had the sun on your back

Now tell me, what type of shit is that

Wit your corny ass rhymes and your wack ass tracks

See me, I'm laced by Rocks the World

And lyrically, I'm tighter than those Shirley Timple girls

If you wanna battle? Come and step in my arena

I'll beat that ass, like Ike did to Tina

I'm a little meaner, when it come to this

Mad chicks is on the mics that ain't sayin' shit

And I could call names, but I'mma chill with that

And just burn these bars on this phat ass track

[Chorus x2]

[J-Boo]

You can take the illest chicks and put 'em up against my team

And watch the jump off at how we regulate the scene

That's how we pop, from NY to Little Rock

Down to North Ca'kilaki, it's the real hip hop

And it don't stop, we keeps it raw and underground

You know what's goin' down when you hear the snake sound

You back stabbers, but I'mma stab back

I murder chicks who tried to gain fame on tracks

Now hold that, what kinda moves you make

Ya'll chicks are dogs, eatin scraps off a fuckin plate

Don't player hate, cuz I'm sick wit mine

5'10, Pretty Thug and I'm thick wit mine

Should I continue? Sweet talker and I'm slick wit mine

You'se a slow learner, while I stay quick wit mine

You know the time, keep y'all chicks shittin' in ya drawers

I'm like a politician baby, change all the laws

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: Champ, J-Boo]

(Yeah, yeah) What, (what), you can't fuck with that

(You can't fuck with that) you can't fuck with that

(You can't fuck with that) Peace!