Lyrics
(killa k)
aite check it,
we ain't hydro boyz no more,
we're illegal..
HOLD UP ... switch it over.. switch the beat over man...
Ha ha... thats sick dawg..
mr.e what up... rey what up g...
this time imma switch my flow up a little bit... jus a lil bit man..
this how it goes..
check it
call me spliffy aka killa,
with the crack say i'm the no.1 deala,
all killa no filla,
step up in the place then i gotta come through,
front with me then i gotta bump you,
mistakes you make you can never undo,
for the dro boys theres so much love due,
my flows so quick somethin like kung fu,
let me take a break, let me just pause,
give you a second for you to applause,
cuz my rhymes so sick there aint no flaws,
i surprise more people than santa clause,
you like a kitten keep messin with your claws,
i'm a fucking king call me the boss,
i dont do ice so i dont gotta floss,
when i'm in the zone its time to get lost,
dawg i'm sick like kobe and the LA lakers,
leave cats underground like an undertaker,
give me a deal so i can stack mo paper,
give me some credit for the rhymes gave ya,
i dont owe you shit i jus payed ya,
let me change my flow just a little bit now,
this is my flow spittin it out,
killa got you pumpin adrenaline now,
i'm sorta like a treasure something u found..
listen to REY now.. turn up the sound
(CHORUS)
yea.. illegal go and hit up a blunt,
got a motha fucka hit up and done,
gotta bust then pick up a gun,
so hot we lit up the sun...
this the project lethal..
yea
yea.. illegal go and hit up a blunt,
got a motha fucka hit up and done,
gotta bust then pick up a gun,
so hot we lit up the sun...
this the project lethal..
(REY)
the messiah of hip hop man...
give me a minute on this...
i put yo hands up like a 5-0
my flow's so cold but oh so lyrically random,
all the people of the world stand up,
like i'm rollin out the national anthem,
i scrutinize mankinds misery man,
translate into my symphony man,
more hoe's means mo cars, mo dough, mo clothes, y'all girls expect chivalry man?
well we ride mothafuckas like our rhymes our felonies,
killa k and mr.e will get you hooked onto this hommie,
if you got money then i reckon you better hold onto your CASH,
cuz i take the C away so all you be left with is ASH,
man all this cocky faggots make me stay from my path like refraction, learning defraction interference,
so i dont look like a rapper in appearance,
but that dont mean that i aint,
man i been aspirin' since i was little,
and writing while you faggots were babies sucking your mothers nipples,
so sell while you can man your millions of copies,
records comprisin of lyrics from who ever you copied,
I-L-L-E-G-A-L man we the fucking makaveli's
moving capitally higher from the head to the belly...
c'mon...
(CHORUS)
yea.. illegal go and hit up a blunt,
got a motha fucka hit up and done,
gotta bust then pick up a gun,
so hot we lit up the sun...
this the project lethal..
yea
yea.. illegal go and hit up a blunt,
got a motha fucka hit up and done,
gotta bust then pick up a gun,
so hot we lit up the sun...
this the project lethal..
(MR.E)
check it...
yo ... yo .. check it
this just a recordin, i aint doin showbiz,
when i meet the mic, i step up like aerobics,
my raps so sweet something like equal,
this the h-town hood hop sequel,
we flow ill-egal, animals on the mic, but we still people,
fly like an eagle,
scavenger like a damn vulture,
reincarnation's part of my man's culture,
my rhymes never stop, my powers infinity,
the gods of hip hop, we create the trinity,
i'm foul man, so go whistle like a teapot,
so pumped up you think i'm rockin reeboks,
can't stop flowin' might cause a flood,
leave g's crippled and wipe all the blood,
i leave niggas covered with cuts and bruises,
anindith shiftin presses the clutch and cruises,
this track's for anyone that rolls the dutch and boozes,
we dont create sparks we just bust the fuses
