letra de the game (freestyle) - def squad
[verse 1: keith murray]
we be’s hard to the core, sleepin’ on the floor
step on stage, the fly girls adore
with the wicked rhymes that you never heard before
the lyrical lexicon, matador’s metaphor…
[verse 2: redman]
i be like, yes-yes y’allin, to the life beatin’
the funk-diggy doc be comin’ through non-sweetened
the 7-g steven, i give you 10 minutes of that high-powered sh-t
til your heart stops beatin…
[verse 3: erick sermon]
[?]’s the new member, flows tight, lethal
scarin’ those like i made the scream 2 sequel
still the grandmaster with the two mc’s
def squad, keith murray, and the r-e-d…
[verse 4: keith murray]
and it don’t make sense going against –
i got too many styles, e got too much experience
now you can swim or sink or jerk to think
or you could freshen up or let your dirty–ss stink
i don’t give a f-ck…
[verse 5: redman]
wagga, wagga, wagga…
now why you tryin’ to get funky like my name big bub
i’m from the def squad n-gga, so show me some love
when i spit, i grab the d-ck, i’m like puff
i can’t stop until i’m in helicopter c-ckpits…
[verse 6: erick sermon]
ain’t that right, e-dub the top civilian, humble
with about sixteen million, stay hard rock
like if i was charles dutton if you got b-lls to test, then yo
push the b-tton…
[verse 7: keith murray]
yo, push comes to shove, we rise above
and stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love
people gettin’ mad from the money we makin’
but they’ve been playahatin’ since days of rollerskatin’…
[verse 8: redman]
yo what’s yo name digga’, comin’ through non-stop
i be that n-gga f-ckin’ your girlfriend on your block
and when i bust that 360 degrees, i’m not busta
but put your hands where i can see…
[verse 9: erick sermon]
can’t be faded, me and my squad is r-rated
hear my boys rockin’ to somethin’, you can bet i made it
if not, confiscate it, it’s like fake, it wasn’t made by me
red – show ’em who you be…
[verse 10: redman]
oh, it’s my turn to burn, to wax again
it be’s that n-gga robbin’ your crib with the mack-10
with my n-gga e-dub, causin’ troub’, murder ya like o.j
with the f-ckin’ same glove…
[verse 11: keith murray]
and it-ain’t-no half-steppin’, sh-t
we gets to rappin’ like a nuclear weapon
and y’all don’t blow up, and we always do
take our advice, and y’all could blow up too
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