CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Junkyard
[P Money]
Yeah
Cos I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[P Money]
Let me take it from the top, back in "New Cross"
Asked a lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked
Drove a stolen car to the school, if I got chased I didn't stop
Fast and Furious I spin off like I'm "Hobbs" or "The Rock"
People stay what, really repped for my block
I was fighting before I knew about "Goku" or "Brock"
Left or Right man dropped, never scared never soft
It was Peckham vs Ghetto so you had to be on job
You was shook if you just watched, I'm from the ends I've seen a lot
I've seen it jam I've seen it pop, I've seen a life, I've seen it lost
It's sad to say but this environment has made me changed a lot
I used to be so flipping quiet nowadays I'm flipping off like I will
[P Money]
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[Ocean Wisdom]
Okay you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like "RZA", "GZA"
Cut a lot of scissor, still I'm not a fizzer
Roll, the cigar, we don't use cigar-
Rette, regret, your silly disrespect
You get a cheque, delivered, don't run to the cops
All my niggas say I look like "Hobbs" or the "Rock"
But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year
My brudda need a hundred grand, I said I got one spare
But I'ma need a 5 percent interest we all got rent
I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of "Blessed"
I swear these rappers making pills the way they force it with depressed
I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won't attack your neck cos I will
[P Money]
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[Ocean Wisdom & P Money]
Tekker the beat, could never be no G
Checking with me, Cos the levels elite, I got
Tekkers agree? Rhetorical when I
Ask it I know I'm ahead of the league
What you telling me P? Most of these breddas are
Jealous of our money shown, You could see what I
Get in a week, most of these rappers ain't
Reppin to me, don't be considering
Stepping to us when you couldn't handle it
Separate-ly our competitors, we finna
Rest on the ceiling be taking a D
You better step with some tekkers from "Tekken" when
Stepping to me or some reckless wig on when
Stepping to me, you have to bend it like "Beckham" to
Get in the team these draculas breddas still
Get in for free, it's telepathy on the
Track, back to back and we fuck up the
Track and we put on a tracker and track up the
Pack they a couple of cappers they clucking for
Cats and a couple of nittys to back up their
Racks, Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it
Back at the Gat in the bag at the back of they
Flacks I'm racking up stacks I back it with
Stats cos I was a teefer, now I got
Plaques Finna set up a twitch in this bitch and just
Tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with tryna
Wrestle the dick, tell her "Sit on the tip", if you
Sub to the channel she swivel a bit and we
Live and direct and we winning and rich from the
Coys to notes to crib in the sticks
I beat the tune to a million bits money
Over everyone that isn't as sick
Mad, as you can hear I'm
Deep in the bag I'm a G and and Dad, you can
Feel my energy's deep in the rap
Authority when man speak on the track, I'm
Live on the stage just me and the mic
To my face, shutdown then we leave through the back
Unfairly, speaking of raps its
Me and ocean no even in that
No even in that and I'm a don and I'm a G, I put a
Tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed, they said they
Capping on a nigga tryna run and I delete em tryna
Batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek and then a Marathon you gotta proper hustle for the P and fuck a
Tag along, you really gotta struggle for the team, Oh you a
Badder man, a cannibal, a murderer a animal
I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me
Yeah
Cos I will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[P Money]
Let me take it from the top, back in "New Cross"
Asked a lot about me, this is where I got my flow locked
Drove a stolen car to the school, if I got chased I didn't stop
Fast and Furious I spin off like I'm "Hobbs" or "The Rock"
People stay what, really repped for my block
I was fighting before I knew about "Goku" or "Brock"
Left or Right man dropped, never scared never soft
It was Peckham vs Ghetto so you had to be on job
You was shook if you just watched, I'm from the ends I've seen a lot
I've seen it jam I've seen it pop, I've seen a life, I've seen it lost
It's sad to say but this environment has made me changed a lot
I used to be so flipping quiet nowadays I'm flipping off like I will
[P Money]
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[Ocean Wisdom]
Okay you fuckin' with the Wizzer, we like "RZA", "GZA"
Cut a lot of scissor, still I'm not a fizzer
Roll, the cigar, we don't use cigar-
Rette, regret, your silly disrespect
You get a cheque, delivered, don't run to the cops
All my niggas say I look like "Hobbs" or the "Rock"
But with hair, prepare, I'm going in this year
My brudda need a hundred grand, I said I got one spare
But I'ma need a 5 percent interest we all got rent
I only rest when I invest, I made a whole lot off of "Blessed"
I swear these rappers making pills the way they force it with depressed
I used to slang, I used to step, don't think I won't attack your neck cos I will
[P Money]
Pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
Where I pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
Junkyard shit, get it crushed quick
Feds might be pissed, they ain't finding shit
Link up with the crew, head back to the bits
[Ocean Wisdom & P Money]
Tekker the beat, could never be no G
Checking with me, Cos the levels elite, I got
Tekkers agree? Rhetorical when I
Ask it I know I'm ahead of the league
What you telling me P? Most of these breddas are
Jealous of our money shown, You could see what I
Get in a week, most of these rappers ain't
Reppin to me, don't be considering
Stepping to us when you couldn't handle it
Separate-ly our competitors, we finna
Rest on the ceiling be taking a D
You better step with some tekkers from "Tekken" when
Stepping to me or some reckless wig on when
Stepping to me, you have to bend it like "Beckham" to
Get in the team these draculas breddas still
Get in for free, it's telepathy on the
Track, back to back and we fuck up the
Track and we put on a tracker and track up the
Pack they a couple of cappers they clucking for
Cats and a couple of nittys to back up their
Racks, Jackin' a pack and then cabbin' it
Back at the Gat in the bag at the back of they
Flacks I'm racking up stacks I back it with
Stats cos I was a teefer, now I got
Plaques Finna set up a twitch in this bitch and just
Tweet out a link of the bitch that I'm with tryna
Wrestle the dick, tell her "Sit on the tip", if you
Sub to the channel she swivel a bit and we
Live and direct and we winning and rich from the
Coys to notes to crib in the sticks
I beat the tune to a million bits money
Over everyone that isn't as sick
Mad, as you can hear I'm
Deep in the bag I'm a G and and Dad, you can
Feel my energy's deep in the rap
Authority when man speak on the track, I'm
Live on the stage just me and the mic
To my face, shutdown then we leave through the back
Unfairly, speaking of raps its
Me and ocean no even in that
No even in that and I'm a don and I'm a G, I put a
Tracker on I caught a brudda running to the weed, they said they
Capping on a nigga tryna run and I delete em tryna
Batter don I couldn't never runner from a neek and then a Marathon you gotta proper hustle for the P and fuck a
Tag along, you really gotta struggle for the team, Oh you a
Badder man, a cannibal, a murderer a animal
I never seen a dup of energy surrounding me
