Tymecheck - Area 718 Lyrics

911, where's the emergency

N.Y. City, blowing on sticky
Hydro, night glow, can you f*cks with me

We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No bullshit, unload a full clip in your face
On that hood tip, you can get it just for looking out of place
Wish you would trip, keep it moving, before you get that ass laced

I heat shit up, just like a cup of noodle, keep f*cking me
You go look like some left over strudel, thrown out in the streets
Homeboy, I don't need your approval, If I want to speak
Watch the blood rush through your head, once I hang you up by your feet
You can be fresh meat for my piranhas, this is my Bogota, f*ck it
Leave you hanging upside, kids here's the piñata
Shit gets hectic, in mi casa, carve out that phony placa
Niggas want to tango with the devil, but they scared to cha cha
I read shit off the top of my head, like my brains the prompter
Somebody miss passed the ganja, you copy that, yeah Roger
I'm the monster, at the concert, who puts a curve in your posture
Blending like an iguana, milk the game like a farmer
I'm Osama, bomber, coma, armor, slay you cause you lacking honor
Stop your crying, ain't nothing go bring back your father
He drowned in a harbor, killed by a bunch of drunk South-Americans
Because he wore a t-shirt that read I hate soccer

We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No bullshit, unload a full clip in your face
On that hood tip, you can get it just for looking out of place
Wish you would trip, keep it moving, before you get that ass laced

Yo I'm deadly on the medley, rough and ready, like a Chevy
When that base line heavy, it makes me want to ride nice and steady
Back seat of a jeep, with ammunition by my feet
Ak 47 in my lap, that can eat through concrete
I got macks and Glocks, 12 gauge with long buckshots
Two five holster round the sock, three eight special pon cock
So what you want, yeah I'm drunk, with a body in the trunk
On the Way to the river, to make this nigga go
I'm like a beast on these streets, so mutha f*ck the police
They from the wrong side of the heat, so they'll never be peace
I whip that ninja, through your town, the uzi spits three hundred rounds
A minute, I'm out to win it, so forget you finished
How that sound, perhaps now, you see
I clap rounds, at wack clowns, bitches like you laying the smack down
I'm bout to circle round the block and put the bullshit to a stop
And push y'all wigs back like convertible tops

We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No bullshit, unload a full clip in your face
On that hood tip, you can get it just for looking out of place
Wish you would trip, keep it moving, before you get that ass laced

Give you that N.Y.C .I .T .Y
Hold them things like a G. I. since we knee high
Bring you that tri-borough, dark, black and high yellow
16 shots, 718 niggas inside rentals

Yo it had to be Don for life, 718 your right
Brooklyn, Fort Greene, nigga we love to fight
Semi-autos or knife, broad daylight or night
You can get your shit ripped and dealt with
Man I hate a nigga that's talking shit, really don't know who he's messing with
Grab my gun, pop a clip, cock it back, flame go spit
Who the hell go miss you trick, look at his face, he a snitch
Jealous ass go hate my click, mad his ho, want to suck my dick
She love the way my jewelry drip, love the way I lick those tits
She ain't home, you catching vics, roll your eyes pout your lips
Realize I'm out your league, bow your head, I'm a king
See the rocks, kiss my ring, mad as hell, but wont do a thing
Ask why I done pulled your card, ask me why I'm so dame hard
Ask me why you want to be a thug, ask me why and I tell you cause

We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No bullshit, unload a full clip in your face
On that hood tip, you can get it just for looking out of place
Wish you would trip, keep it moving, before you get that ass laced