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Hot Boys F/ Bun B - Desperados lyrics
[Proof]
 Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
 We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
 Super MC, you know what I mean
 Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit
 You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem
 [Eminem]
 Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln
 Till it went over the bridge
 Jumped out and dove in the ditch
 Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
 Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
 I'm going for your mids
 Here's a body blow for your ribs
 While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
 I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib
 Unless she told me a fib
 Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did
 Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
 Under intent, for investigation for killing infants
 While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms
 Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds
 Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up
 Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
 I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps
 Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
 See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
 With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
 Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper
 She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her
 [Proof]
 Ay yo
 Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em
 They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system
 Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that
 Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates 
 Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave
 Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
 I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts
 I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts
 Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop
 Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped
 I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's
 It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns
 I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher
 Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
 You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
 Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
 I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
 Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo
 No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade
 Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
 My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow
 Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows
 The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it
 The best part of your show is when you put my name in it
 My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly
 So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley
 Fuck that
 [Bugz]
 Who run shit, watch these drums hit
 You dove head first into some old dumb shit
 Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
 Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submitHot Boys F/ Bun B - Desperados - http://motolyrics.com/hot-boys-f-bun-b/desperados-lyrics.html
 Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
 I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
 Them pink belly niggas is who you run with
 Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
 I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
 You can make a double album, won't have one hit
 Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
 And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit 
 I admit, that my style is unfit
 For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
 Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
 You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
 Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
 This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
 Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
 Now keep your distance, and keep existence
 I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
 I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
 I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
 Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
 Fuck that
 [Almighty Dreadknaughts]
 I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition
 Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision
 Then reminisce on how shady the business 
 Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit
 Bombed in insentient
 One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish
 Beat the ref senseless
 No timeout extended play papers over your intermission
 And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians
 Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen
 I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling
 I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens
 Fuck Home Depot, I demolition
 When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it
 For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition
 Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
 And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten
 [Almighty Dreadknaughts]
 I got a mind full of troubles 
 Everything is in doubles
 I buy my guns in couples
 No time to replace fumbles
 Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow
 Injured from head to toe
 No fit a model, we full throttle
 You stuck in low, incapable to master flow
 Everything is tactical, living mathematical
 Watch master flow, unleash and let go
 I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor
 Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what
 Applying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace
 Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete
 [Almighty Dreadknaughts]
 My president transitions has taken place
 As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O
 Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it
 Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it 
 Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbin
 Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbin
 Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing
 Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin












