Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes lyrics

Intro:

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
On the mic one time (No diggedy)
For your motherf*ckin mind
*Ready to rock rough rhymes* Yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
*Ready to rock rough rhymes*
Here we go, yeah yeah
(Yo D, yo D why them b*tches be on your di*k, let em know son)

[Verse 1]

[DL]
Cos I do's a little dance, make a little love
I get the f*ck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin n*ggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm Weston
So come equipped and don't slip
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case n*ggas wanna flip
I see my n*ggas in sight, everything aight
Comin out of f*ckin Crown Heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My sh*t be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole f*ckin clique
Click, the gun is on c*ck, n*ggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop
[C-Dog]
Well lord, yeah this to follow my man on the verse
It's the C-Dog yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but now I'ma get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, sh*t is wild
I got the I-to the double-L style
And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherf*ckin sinner

[Hook]
(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*) [repeatedly]

[Verse 2]

[C-Dog]
Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the C-Dog back with 12 new lines
Wit the ill all-out tight sh*t for your head
It's the man that'll make n*ggas rise from the dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the Scheme, yeah n*ggas got to chill
Peace to my n*gga DL wit the beat
And peace to all my n*ggas on Union Street
And to ya fake ass n*ggas keep on walkin
DL, yeah, the OE is talkin
[DL]
Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that n*gga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the West
I leave you souped like sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake MC's endangered like a species
Your sh*t stinks like motherf*ckin faeces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxim
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours n*gga)
*Ready to rock rough rhymes*

[Verse 3]

[Dray]
Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
n*ggas know the deal I got the steel in case of trouble, we
Got more troopers than Isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so n*ggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like Aaliyah
See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when I see ya, n*gga chalk it up
Cos if a n*gga think he got the flow, I stomp it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this
[Books]
Yo, yo n*ggas bust this, a n*gga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b*tches like slaves
n*ggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
sh*t is on lock and motherf*ckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassie
My rap be drivin n*ggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for f*ckin with my bread and butter
Cut a n*gga in half, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker
Chiggity choke a n*gga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, f*ck the beef and f*ck the swine
n*gga I'm
*Ready to rock rough rhymes*

Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
Solid Scheme, word bond son (sh*t come thick)
Y'nah how we do!