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Def Squad

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Game Lyrics - Def Squad

We be's hard to the core, sleepin' on the floor 

Step on stage, the fly girls adore 

With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before 

The lyrical lexicon, matador's metaphor 

 

I be like, yes yes y'all in, to the life beatin' 

The funk diggy doc be comin' through non sweetened 

The 7 G Steven, I give you ten minutes of that high powered shit 

Till your heart stops beatin' 

 

[Incomprehensible] the new member, flows tight, lethal 

Scarin' those like I made the Scream 2 sequel 

Still the grandmaster with the two MC's 

Def Squad, Keith Murray and the R E D 

 

And it don't make sense going against 

I got too many styles, E got too much experience 

Now you can swim or sink or jerk to think 

Or you could freshen up or let your dirty ass stink I don't give a fuck 

 

Wagga, wagga, wagga 

Now why you tryin' to get funky like my name Big Bub 

I'm from the Def Squad nigga, so show me some love 

When I spit, I grab the dick, I'm like puff 

I can't stop until I'm in helicopter cockpits 

 

Ain't that right, E-dub the top civilian, humble 

With about sixteen million 

I stay hard rock like if I was Charles Dutton 

If you got balls to test, then yo push the button 

 

Aiyo, push comes to shove, we rise above 

And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love 

People gettin' mad from the money we makin' 

But they've been playa hatin' since days of roller skatin' 

 

Yo what's yo name digga, comin' through non-stop 

I be that nigga fuckin' your girlfriend on your block 

And when I bust that 360 degrees, I'm not Busta 

But put your hands where I can see 

 

Can't be faded, me and my squad is R rated 

Hear my boys rockin' to somethin', you can bet I made it 

If not, confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me 

Red show 'em who you be 

 

Oh it's my turn to burn, to wax again 

It be's that nigga robbin' your crib with the Mack 10 

With my nigga E-dub, causin' troub', murder ya like O J 

With the fuckin' same glove 

 

And it ain't no half steppin' shit 

We gets to rappin' like a nuclear weapon 

And y'all don't blow up and we always do 

Take our advice and y'all could blow up too 

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