Ask Ya Self Lyrics - Singles - Krumbsnatcha

Ask ya self 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? 

Ask ya self if you ready for drama 

With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama 

You fucking with the best 

(First, ask ya self if you ready for Krumb Snatch) 

Then ask you self if you ready for Tef 

And if you ready for death, pull all the steps out 

I'ma make the glocks sound 

(Nigga we got it locked out) 

(Y'all niggas is popped out) 

We're raw 'n diggy Caveliti 

(All city) 

(And this here, what we call gritty) 

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live 

And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston 

Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig out 

To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out 

By accident, we do some shit on the mic 

That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again 

Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a hole 

In the speaker then pull the plug, we walking out 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? 

The hardcore 

Now ask ya self, do you can keep run faster 

Than this bullet can chamber? 

(Son, you in danger) 

We hit off heavy metal to settle to be frequently 

And that's all me 

(Nigga) 

Thinking you can talk sideways from the sound woofer 

No prove of action 

(My whole team laughing) 

And ask ya self, do you think we got the time 

For you tucking-truck rhymes? 

(Bitch, hell no) 

We put wigs on fire like Michael mean Pepsi 

(Cats blowing like a lesbie) 

Testing me and Tef is like me and you laugh 

And we'll announce a breath from holy you nnothing 

That's def 

Listen, nigga, we don't doubt you 

Simply we don't give a fuck about you 

Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin without you 

You fucking with real niggaz, feel niggaz 

Walking through the house and kill niggaz 

(Hardcore) 

Bitch, nigga 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for action? 

Ask ya self, is you ready for the hardcore? 

Na, na, na, fuck that 

Don't hold me back Tef 

Na, na, lemme go, lemme go 

Fuck these niggaz 

Naw, they don't know, hold up dog 

Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up 

Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they went about it wrong 

Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a song 

I'm a let niggaz know, they got it confused 

You got gats and bats we get those too 

Semi's and macks cocked and aimed at you 

Bloodthirsty, star what the worst be 

No mercy, we god and bang hard with any squad or mobb 

Coming forty niggaz like a jail yard 

Blood on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out 

Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the mouth 

You niggaz want a concrete rebel 

Pulling out busting like war in the jungle 

Mad 'cause my crew lay bubble in the tunnel 

Most humble, we send shots when we come through 

Get praised but still blaze in the battle 

The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle 

I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze 

You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs 

Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest 

Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons 

Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting 

Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money rhyming 

Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz beat 

Label most dangerous, police lay and watch me 

Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting 

We come through thumping, pulling out dumping 

Tangle with your best entourage 

We coming in yards to face off with any yards 

Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun 

Whistling throughout the air, just to mock one 

Blood for your socks son 

Is you ready for the hardcore 

The hardcore 

And after Krumb Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions 

I got strict orders to clap you