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Rascalz F/ Kardinal Offishall Miscellaneous Gunfinga Our aim: world domination No fear, hands in-a di air Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x) Lick shots and bust yo caps Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? (2x) [ VERSE 1: Red 1 ] Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no rule Plow! Shots are bust and we notorious Thus thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw (Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore stuff Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed Handled ruff, we're minded too dangerous Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff with us Cause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puff So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take turns Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi learn Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi earn Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands firm Fear none, think that we done, we just-a come Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum Bo! That's for my ghetto people Cause the world's unfair, never was equal Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol Cause Van City cats got tons of hydro And there's one more that we gotta let go And that's the one that we lick off in-a di po-po I test the empire, then we royal gumbo Many guns for hire when your regime crumble Then raise my gunfinga in the air, born again Wave it like a flag, world domination pon dem No fear, hands in-a di air Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x) [ VERSE 2: Kardinal Offishall ] Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down, please Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could rock Dem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1) Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about My niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns Street presidents, slum residents And all my niggas on they two feet with street sense And more than two cents in-a dem pocket I rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix I bet he love it, respect, big up your chest Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel hi-i-igh Killin you softly with no lye While your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat Kick drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped To bust back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack So when I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go For every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold Like that Lick shots, bust yo caps Put it up, where your gunfinga's at? (2x) [ VERSE 3: Red One ] Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the dark (Yes, mire) 360 degrees, the place on fire Feel the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they feet (Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause respect compete) The all Massive Van Crew, soldier men, too You rudeboys in-a di dance, dedicated to you And all the young guns up, they past they curfew (Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust shots too) Sketels and workings just to make a debut Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move So what you do is put your hand in-a di air And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care I swear, one love to my people out there You we salute, lickin off shots in the air |
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