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Looper - Who Want It lyrics
"Evacuate the place! I spit mase./
 Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face./
 Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh,/
 Styles humongous now who want us?/ 
 Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,/ 
 True brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?/ 
 You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers./ 
 Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus./ 
 So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug./ 
 Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug./ 
 Keep competition tailormade with razorblades./ 
 Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious./ 
 Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes./ 
 I drown your whole continent./ 
 Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent./ 
 You think I'm playing then consider your odds:/ 
 To go against me is considered a loss./ 
 The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws,/ 
 Topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
 Chorus
 Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it,/ off right now, I know my whole crew's ready./ If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it./ You little bitch ass, that's right I said it.
 Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress./
 Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business./ 
 Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses,/ 
 We shine, make blind people wear sunglasses./ 
 Define a hot crew, that's us right there./ 
 Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers./ 
 Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers,/ Looper - Who Want It - http://motolyrics.com/looper/who-want-it-lyrics.html
 Slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?/ 
 Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,/ 
 Hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said./ 
 So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name,/ 
 You can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain't game./ 
 Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,/ 
 And you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless./ 
 You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders./ 
 Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest.
 Chorus
 Take two steps back you're too close to this fire arm./
 Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone./
 Try to be number one, yeah you wishin'/
 Looptroop is a nightmare to mc's & politicians./
 They run off as soon as we start to bun up,/
 You little fuck up reachin' for the mic i cut your hand off./
 You and your boys wanna sound like us./
 Used to be dissin', now you want the pounds from us?/
 Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems,/
 Underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance./
 Break your resistance easy like toothpicks./
 Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch./
 The shit we spit is banned from radio stations/
 Cus we tellin' kids to put their mark on end stations./
 Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly./
 It's on, David versus the industry
 Chorus "











