"Killin' Fields" lyrics
(feat. Cho-Flo)
Good news Hip-Hoppers
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that the early reports were wrong, ALL wrong
Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home
Sorry bout that!
I guess the only thing we can do, is play you a song
Yeah, do that, uh-huh uh uh, uh
Yes what what what, what what what, what?
What what what, what what what, uh
Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)
Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk
(Ya knah mean) Huh, one, two (Shaolin What?)
Shoes full of dirt, kicking sand on your works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids coming out they shirts
I'm hyped now, jumping in the crowd, feet first
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son
Without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
Needing help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel
Bust back take em with you, survival of the fittest
And the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny, got these niggas mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men
Make em mices I recommend, something that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claiming you nicest
Call it what you like kid. You can even call
A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
Observer, lyrical flares, you being served
From the gizzard, plucking yo' nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard
Niggas get what niggas deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggas be loco
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot
Twisted metal bust shot 'til the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em
Who the number the one rap host? Huh?
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh?
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel
Bust back and take em with you, eye for eye
Never lie, crossing my heart, hoping you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggas need that
They need gats, cocking heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
That only want me for my riches, I know your steez
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
From this ravenous, MCs be yapping
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned
For hearing impaired, to get a share, now what's happening
Money to share, that's why we here
And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat
Now we scrapping, out in the street
I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers
And I'm just like you
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
Welcome to the killing field, where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas, going through changes
I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, you know what I'm sayin?
That's for life nigga y'know? 'Til death do us part
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that the early reports were wrong, ALL wrong
Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home
Sorry bout that!
I guess the only thing we can do, is play you a song
Yeah, do that, uh-huh uh uh, uh
Yes what what what, what what what, what?
What what what, what what what, uh
Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)
Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk
(Ya knah mean) Huh, one, two (Shaolin What?)
Shoes full of dirt, kicking sand on your works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids coming out they shirts
I'm hyped now, jumping in the crowd, feet first
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son
Without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
Needing help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel
Bust back take em with you, survival of the fittest
And the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny, got these niggas mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men
Make em mices I recommend, something that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claiming you nicest
Call it what you like kid. You can even call
A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
Observer, lyrical flares, you being served
From the gizzard, plucking yo' nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard
Niggas get what niggas deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggas be loco
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot
Twisted metal bust shot 'til the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em
Who the number the one rap host? Huh?
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh?
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel
Bust back and take em with you, eye for eye
Never lie, crossing my heart, hoping you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggas need that
They need gats, cocking heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
That only want me for my riches, I know your steez
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
From this ravenous, MCs be yapping
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned
For hearing impaired, to get a share, now what's happening
Money to share, that's why we here
And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat
Now we scrapping, out in the street
I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers
And I'm just like you
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
Welcome to the killing field, where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggas, going through changes
I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, you know what I'm sayin?
That's for life nigga y'know? 'Til death do us part
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Derrick R. L. Harris
