Artist: Forever M.C. & It's Different f/ Horseshoe G.A.N.G., KXNG Crooked Album: Forever M.C. Song: Back On Our Shit Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Julius Luciano] Ah, we back on our shit Yeah, we back on our shit, rappity rappity shit Man we back on our shit Shoe Gang back on our shit, rappity rappity shit They ain't rappin like this, nah they ain't rappin like this That mumble rap shit don't make sense Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT Put a +Legend+ in the past, Acura shit [Demetrius Capone] Hickory dickory dock, hol' up Niggaz be kickin them nursery rhymes These niggaz be pissin me off, hol' up Fuck it I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (aight) Hickory dickory dock, hol' up She gon' pour hickory sauce on my dickory Then she gon' lick the shit off, hol' up She gon' need a doc when I give her this cock Hol' up, hol' up, niggaz tryna randomly battle me Automatically gotta be outta they rabid-ass mind They better have a Rabbit-ass rhyme from "8 Mile" to battle me, or bow in agony No matter to me, I'll battle the king of the battle scene Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty I'll even battle a madam, just not in her anatomy Battle rap and schiz', brrat! Outta the galaxy If you take some N.W.A and Wu-Tang and you shake it up (up, up) Then you makin Shoe Gang, you makin Shoe Gang Now you drink it up You drink it up, up, up That's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl They call me Kakarot, and an astronaut I'm just Saiyan/sayin I'm outta this world [Julius Luciano] I mob with a crew of Mufasas So why would I worry? Hakuna Matata On this food chain you the medallion You at the bottom so you don't want problems I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar Momma always told me "Do what you gotta" My crew gettin hotter and hotter, right now we like June in Nevada But we soon to be hotter We ain't on the cover of X-X-L We from the +Underworld+, no Beckinsale Look, half of me say "Fuck record sales" I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self Every question I direct to self Are they fuckin with me? Nah, they ain't fuckin with me You'd rather subject yourself to restin on a bed of nails Meet death, get your flesh impaled If you don't fall from grace, I'll pull you down and shit Y'all all are gay, look how you sound and shit I'ma tie you motherfuckers up in the closet Know you got closet space cause you came out that bitch Yea, all that shit you sellin I can't buy it Said that your clique is better but they lyin My team like cavemen with these flames I mean we stick together to make fire [Chorus] [Andrew "Dice" Deniro] Dice is raisin the heat I don't mean the K is drawn My flow is hot, flamin y'all I be eatin MC's like filet mignon (ahh) Shoe Gang finna go make bankroll It don't make sense if it don't make pesos These wack niggaz is gettin away with murder but that's old news like the O.J. case, yo Nigga me vs. you like M.J. in his hay' vs. O.J. Mayo I'm a boss, shit go when I say so Arm'll start swingin like Jose Canseco Everything you rep is fake (uh-huh) That's why me and you can't relate (uh-uh) We don't like your records cause your record's gay We here to set the record straight Hol' up, hol' up, motherfuckers wanna back out when I black out, I get sicker than a mad cow We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now Beef or cash – cash cow You never heard of me? I'm the petty king I'm married to crime, I snatched your bitch wedding ring D-I-C-E, Directly In Charge of Everything And my pockets stay evergreen [Kenny Siegel] First off, the earth is flat Motherfuckers shoulda knew I'd start my verse with that (yup) If it's a ball then show me where it's curvin at The U.N. logo is a flat earther map I be on them bitches like I am there I'm high, point to the sky, I am there Was never off completely, I'm aware Still a nigga back on it like a reclinin chair To open my mind I'm turnin to the reefer I put on my hood and turn into the Reaper I murk and do what a verse is too hot enough to burn into your speakers Alertin you, I'ma murder you, I'm eager! Yup, hate dudes that rap and say that's not, what, you a-bout I find it ironic like gettin pregnant on a couch, that, pulls, out K-E-double-N-Y Mr. Every Day He's Stumblin High Mr. Every Day He Fumblin High Mr. I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin Die (yup) Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favor I'm raw, no rollin of papers (yup) I be trippin off that shit that's loud like I'm constantly scoldin a neighbor [Chorus] [KXNG Crooked] I was in my sarcophagus sleepin I was in a diamond mine chillin on my King Solomon shit (Solomon shit) And maybe whoop me I'ma sleep to remind me of droppin this bitch (Droppin this bitch..) Probably was better to leave me off the record mayne Cause you resurrected +Caine+ Now a +Menace to Society+ collides with a zombie apocalypse twist I'm livin like I can't be killed I'm livin like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals Your momma shoulda swallowed you in your father's Impala when she was a thot-thot gettin back seat thrills Ha ha, we on the back street still where we pack heat still and the clap-clap got 'em runnin like a athlete at a track meet still Nobody sellin crack, we trap these pills This is Amityville, this is how we feel, we strugglin Life is like jugglin butcher knives, niggaz get cut and get blood in their eye Just keep on hustlin, numbers are doublin You don't wanna hear the horror story, we survived purgatory You just wanna hear the war story glory Way before all these hoes was hangin out with the crew Talkin everything they did to get the house next to you Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo We was down for a while now the album is through Better see five stars by the album review or you and your people sleepin underground in a zoo Cause you don't know how hot it is I'm listenin to the current competition, got a whole lotta confidence Somebody go and tell the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus I'm goin back to sleep on you niggaz Good night, hahaha [Outro: Julius Luciano] We back on our shit