Dead Weight Lyrics

Dead Weight lyrics

K-Rino is down with The Terrorists...(The founder...)  

  

 Klondike Kat is down with The Terrorists...(Lyrical Lion...)  

  

 Section A, they down with The Terrorists...(DBX, Eyque...)  

  

 Aftamath is down with The Terrorists...(My brotha Twice...)  

  

 A.C. Chill is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Kim?)  

  

 Tech-9 is down with The Terrorists...(What's up?)  

  

 Murder One is down with The Terrorists...(Murder One...)  

  

 First Degree, they down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (Yeah, wreckers...)  

  

 Felony is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Felony?)  

  

 The Messiahs, they down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (Rasheed, Jim...)  

  

 J.J. Bass is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Jason?)  

  

 Rapper K is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Keith?)  

  

 The Game Boys, they down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (Nice to meet, Weester...)  

  

 Maestro from Philly is down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (Keenan...)  

  

 A Step Beyond, they down with The Terrorists...(K.O...)  

  

 Joe Will is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Joe?)  

  

 Point Blank is down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (What's up, Reggie?)  

  

 Triple-X is down with The Terrorists...(What's up, Anthony?)  

  

 Street Military, they down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (What's up, gees?)  

  

 Grim and The Latin Sectors is down with The Terrorists...  

  

 (Paul...)  

  

  

  

 Everybody know I don't go out that much  

  

 But when I go out I hear so much stuff  

  

 About Dope, about this, about that  

  

 About Egypt-E, about Rap-A-Lot and my contract  

  

 All in my life, jocking what I do  

  

 I got my knife, my clock ain't that few  

  

 I got my 9, my .38 and my Beringer  

  

 I'm ready to go to war with lyrics and I'm daring you  

  

 You step to Dope with a rhyme  

  

 Any line, any kind, you little punks, I don't mind  

  

 Because I'm mentally gifted  

  

 now watch me shift it and uplift it  

  

 Can I kick it with a swift kick?  

  

 Like a pander but I'm a panther, a hunter  

  

 A grand slam home run hitter not a bunner  

  

 Been hurt too many times to trust you so I go for the Gusto  

  

 Don't even attempt to stop my flow  

  

 Cause my lyrics bust your game in half  

  

 You wanna battle? Go get your royalty check and put up half  

  

 You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag  

  

 I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that...  

  

  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...  

  

 Dead weight...  

  

  

  

 A brotha gotta pack his peace  

  

 I see, just to get self peace bullets gotta release  

  

 And no, I wasn't raised like that but you gotta survive  

  

 In South Park your life is on lease  

  

 Watch your back, how many times have I said it?  

  

 And books and magazines don't lie, I know you read it  

  

 It will happen so fast, it will happen so quick  

  

 Brothas looking for a strong come-up, a major lick  

  

 I'm in it to win it  

  

 I'm telling you I'm in this rap game to end  

  

 But how can I save more money  

  

 and all that money I need to spend  

  

 I hooked up with Egypt and we make terror beats  

  

 Then I'm flat broke searching for money  

  

 in between our concerts  

  

 Barely making it and still it's Allah's thang  

  

 I have just enough to put 94 cents in my gas tank  

  

 See, everything be cool when  

  

 I'm producing your souvenir song free  

  

 Now you wanna pull out your gun and fight  

  

 when Landmine's charging a fee  

  

 Hmmm, I see how you are, a conman, self centered solo star  

  

 You jocking on me, leeching on me, looking for a piggy bag  

  

 I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that...  

  

  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...  

  

 Dead weight...  

  

  

  

 Yo, straight, straight love shouts to K-Rino  

  

 Klondike Kat, Aftamath, Geylan  

  

 yeah, J.J. Bass, Rasheed the Messiah, what's up?  

  

 Yeah, Maestro from Philly  

  

 K.O. my friend indeed, Point Blank, Triple-X, Street Military, Grimm and the
Latin Sectors  

  

 my mom, my dad, my sister Atrece and my niece Ariel  

  

 Allah, yeah...  

  

  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight  

  

 Two shots to the back of your head is all it's gonna take...  

  

 Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight, two shots...  

  

 Dead weight