Hostility Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

Yo, why you buggin? 

I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear 

Put it to my dick so you hear me comin 

I. C.U. Critical, up on a stretcher 

The 45 undresser, put on the pressure 

You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up 

You dealin then shuffle the deck up 

Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS 

Nigga Revenue Service, talico inserter 

Murder, a six letter word to convert a 

Beef you better off flippin beef at Fat Burger 

Yo Keith, pull out the burner 

(He won't move any further) 

Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers 

I carry tools like Sears Surplus 

So when I spit you catch heart murmurs 

Word, you sweeter than cupcakes 

I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight 

Each generation, rules the nation 

Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations 

I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls 

Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw 

Then why'all be like 

He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite 

Chicken might dine like cops 

First of the month these thugs 

Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug 

I beat pussy down when I'm smokin the la 

Bitches leave the room screamin "Oh na na Oh na na" 

E dog the mic demolitioner 

The black superhero Def Squad's the clique, we rock shit 

'Cause we flossiest 

No thug cats show us often this 

We the boss in this 

Why think of double crossin this 

Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who I be 

I'll catch you eye then, ya heard 

I live the life that's quite chill 

On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil 

Believe you me, E 

I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like dat fo' sho' 

Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast 

My name ain't Next and, y'all Too Close 

The rap emperor, scorchin hot 

Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny 

I make you laugh goodfella 

I smack you down in front of your fans 

Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga 

Don't fuck around that's what I mean yo 

Def Squad comin through again, El Nino 

And why should we listen to you, anyway 

You's a sucker MC wit a sucker DJ 

I hit you with the all in the hammer 

Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer 

Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge 

Make a hardcore nigga cry when I kill all his friends 

And force destruction wit my coalition 

Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin 

I comes through too true 

Like a half pit, half man, HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! 

Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two 

I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital