Bloodsport lyrics

by

Method Man


[Intro: Havoc]
Turn them headphones up (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah
To my man n*gga-No, yo
Killa Bee
No doubt

[Verse 1: Havoc]
I kick that progress and to that dumb n*gga, God bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullsh*t
Now you rock a vest, scared to death while you walkin'
f*ck the talkin', we straight up New Yorkin'
We blowin' n*ggas, heart attack strokin' n*ggas
Provokin' n*ggas, sh*ttin' all over n*ggas
You rollin' thick, but yo, the Mobb rollin' thicker
Get that liquor, turn your back, icepick ya
But f*ck that, stickin' with the gat is quicker
Scared to come around my corner, you ass, n*gga
Do it your way all day, fake sh*t
What you gonna do outta town, play b*tch?
And run like a faggot, switch, take the whole sh*t
And show the world, don't sweat it, babygirl
I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem
You all f*cked up like an offbeat blend
I send messages that you couldn't read clear
Try to play the front, but got stuck in the rear
Take it as a letter, but I'm not sincere
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
Your life cut short, you fell short
The pressure's on high, full-court
My team form killer instincts and firearms
Dangerous thug minds and brainstorm wars
The life of a wild rebel who run wild, click, blaow (Blaow)
n*gga, lay down, queer, stay down
P'll disappear in hydro cloud
While you runnin' at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
Mobb style from the depths of Hempstead, get ninja'd
I creep quiet, keep the live n*gga inchin', listen
Who are you to throw your fist in? Hit like a b*tch
Run like a faggot and take the whole sh*t
That's it, I had to pass here with the sh*t
It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
You wanna talk tough and act all delinquent
You find yourself all bloodied up and shamed-ed
Me and my man pioneered this violent n*gga rap sh*t
Bust a gat, kid, me no fear that, I'm laughin'
What's up then? Let's take it there and touch somethin'
I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic for that
Capable of combat, P counterattack
In some hot wheels sendin' shots out from the back
It was a foul way to go, Kicko
You know the ropes so (Bloodsport, motherf*cker)
[Chorus: Havoc]
Ayo, the rottweiler
Chewin' chihuahua-ass n*ggas, pull 'em by the collar
And let the lights dim it
And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice
Fatality too, this rap sh*t is the b*tch you shouldn't married into
To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable
It's all good, read 'em on the humble
And while you shinin' in the spotlight
I got this dot right to aim right and stop life
The trife life, ain't no part twos (Hell no)
When it's over, it's over, you hit
Now send your soldierlys through
Yo, chewin' chihuahua-ass n*ggas, pull 'em by the collar
And let the lights dim it
And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice
Fatality too, this rap sh*t is the b*tch you shouldn't married into
To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable
It's all good, read 'em on the humble
And while you shinin' in the spotlight
I got this dot right to aim right and stop life
The trife life, ain't no part twos (Hell no)
When it's over, it's over, you hit
Now send your soldierlys through (n*gga, bloodsport)
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