"24K" lyrics - INSPECTAH DECK
[Intro: Hellfire]
Should split out here nigga, you all ready?
[Verse 1: Hellfire]
Yo, Hellfire, spit flames, I enjoy the game
My full bang I'm inducted to the hall of pain
These funny niggas look goofy and they all the same
Niggas fronting for the Grand, they adore the fame
I like money but I won't flash the quick cash
Got hella chips in the bank and a thick stash
I'm known to fuck, thick divas, and amazing sluts
You run around with old Cougars with the raisin butt
A lot of rappers play tough but it ain't enough
Take my advice, if you lame, nigga, change it up
Canary ice in my chain and my wrist watch
These new jacks getting high like they [?]
They sip lean, mixing percs with the molly pills
While other niggas sniff right off the dollar bill
I'm battle chicken, if you flex, Imma back out
I turn your new happy home to a trap house
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Tec poppin', they don't get it poppin'
Like we do, we do, we do, nah
Can't drop it ain't nobody stopping
Double U, not you, not you, nah
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I'm the next Nike egg greatness is nothing
No medication for the hatred and suffering
Like sanitation all the papers I'm stuffing, heads get faded
I've been cracked since the days when I hustled it
New York survivor, oil supplier, talk lava
Dragon breath with Phoenix heat, I'm on fire
And y'all liars, get caught up in the crossfire
I'm 7:30, too early walking the short wire
I'm saying wow crazy
You foul a shady, just loud and lazy
Me? I change the game like my new born
Givin' you food for thought, you wanna get your loot on
I fucked it up daily like Donald Trump, yeah
The flow like hopscotch, you gotta jump
Shot rounds it's locked down give up the bread
Knuckleheads get knocked down, nothing said
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Tec poppin', they don't get it poppin'
Like we do, we do, we do, nah
Can't drop it ain't nobody stopping
Double U, not you, not you, nah
[Verse 3: Capadonna]
Shaolin, whirlwind, adequate knockout
I sentence niggas to the max before they could cop-out
I school MCs, I'm your favorite rap nigga
I've been around the block, you've been stuck on the track, nigga
You're voices down low and your rhymes are whack
While I been flippin' that, give me that shit, dimes and crack
My darts from the shot bust, I'm taking the shortcuts
You can't get pussy, you'd be paying my whores up
This is the bad me, the good me don't record stuff
Razor sharp, hunt you down, rats get tore up
Wedding cake, blowing out my candles, leave us better taste
Cheddar raise cyanide, and I ain't even tryna set a pace
Long microphone, shoot, I never hesitate
Convict, hold my rap in the hand like barbed wire
MCs burning my back, bonfire
