Rza - Can't Loose lyrics

(feat. Beretta Nine)

[man singing continuously]

"can't lose..."

[RZA]

What, What

Four Shellies

What, What, What

Four shellies rip through his belly

Blast him right outside of Mike's deli

Dip to the tele

Call my bird up on the celle

Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange

And talk strange

Long range sniper aims

Swiss cheese your brain

I don't sleep

And don't eat meat

Rest twice a week

Speak without moving my lips

Got fifty pairs of sneaks

Fingerprint proof rubber grips

Hollow tip clips

Eight ounce sip bud nips

We crack private do chips

And clock a bird off the block

Straight away from a flock

Just caught me at the bus stop

Twist the Snapple top

Off, pierced her breast

Kept her hair processed

No panties underneath the dress

Wally ankle bracelet

Polo frames

Her shades had no name

Popocane

I slowed my game

Thick gold chains

Make your eyes flame

Up against the Bodega gate

She stay straight

Perfect figure eight

Shape, couldn't wait

To bust her grape

With the applehead

Legs spread open

Invincible body armor

My scarlet blade will slice the leg

From the Shaolin llama

Cause I...("can't lose")

Cause I...("can't lose")

(Yo) Cause I...("can't lose")

[Beretta Nine]

Yo, 2001summer heat

Icy hot, play the street

Twelve month, seven day a week

Cat in eye, we hit

Blunts hard

Fuck birds hard

Bitch slap retards

Quick fast

Wind up in mass

Body cast, its like

Don't start shit

Won't be shit

Allah quick to spot shit

Smash hit

You know the name kid

Don't splash it

Pop a joint and blast it

The shit sound

Hype in your whip

Make you take the car and crash it

Megagraphical

Always speak actual

Only deal with natural

One hundred percent

Five percent

Militant in aim

With the intent

Beretta Nine, blast mine

On some empty the clip