Knockin’ Heads Off

[Intro: K-Rino]
So much hood in my DNA, I gotta give one for every hood around the world
We gone bump this one all around the planet. They ain't gonna be able to stand it. Come on

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Listen to me now, I stay chasing and lick hard
If you owe me I take cash, jewellery and wick cards
Walking pneumonia flow man I got sick bars
Hook my brain up to a TV you might get Mars
I run perfect, and never will I short circuit
Why would I bring sexy back when I'm the one who murked it
Every time I hit the scene it's straight gasoline
My mind is tripping I got issues like a magazine
I be knowing what you 'bout to say before it's spoken
No holes barred I go in like the door was open
K-Rino I'm still homiciding any beat
Still got love on any street, still wet from 20 feet
S.P.C. you ain't seen my whole staff yet
Got right jabbed and stretched long as a giraffe's neck
My last set made two slabs and a cab wreck
I ain't got it all I'm playing with half of a half deck

[Hook: K-Rino]
So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting a round of lead off

[Verse 2: Sniper]
I hear them talking, but they ain't said much
Best believe you talking down, or you will get touched
This is music homeboy, yeah we living forreal
Having Sniper on the beat like we flashing the steel
Come on. It's one reload today
Straight to the grave when I'm pumping the gauge
Lyrics can kill, showing no mercy fortunately tough when I'm all in a rage
Lock an load is my way of life
Pay the price, and I earn my stripes
Spending with ease
I'm cool with the words
M-16 with a 3 round burst, better disperse
I ain't playing no games
Keep the game lit 'till I burst into flames
Hit em' in the high, hit em' in the low
Every other rapper is stupid, so we know they name
I ride with the killas, known gorillas
On top of the game, and we out for scrilla
Short fuse, and I'm about to blow
With the pistol in yo mouth, what you scared for?
One day you here, one day you gone
It's 25 years still holding strong
We H-Town, Houstone. By your city in Screwston
S.P.C. we the first click
S.P.C. we done changed the game
S.P.C. we ain't going no where
Murder's the case, and we to blame

[Hook: K-Rino]
So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting a round of lead off

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Head to head, mic murders done without a witness
Watch me shut the game down like it went out of business
I might get upset, but I'm never mad
If you had one of my bad days
It would be the best day you ever had
Ain't no surprise I'm still riding with the most high
And those guys with the bean pies, and the bow ties
You couldn't win with three hundred and eighty four tries
The bread maker head baker, watch my dough rise
Man please my talents, you wish you had these
My skills keep you from elevating like bad knees
I stay moving with precision loading flow clips
Meanwhile y'all slipping like tennis shoes with no grip
Before you think of rushing in, you better wait my friend
Weapons extend even my two by fours are eight by tens
So now I guess it's time to mash out
If you rolling through my hood
Please don't pull your cash out

[Hook: K-Rino]
So watch that swanging hand, we knocking heads off
Weaving through these streets trying to knock some bread off
We ain't saying nothing, you tipping the feds off
My word play is like letting a round of lead off

[Outro: K-Rino]
Yeah, for my gangstas, for my hustlers
Everybody out there trying to get it the right way, God's people. Shout out to the homie Clip-D, R.I.P. to my brother AC Chill
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