Da Dozens Lyrics

Album: Unknown

In This to Win This

Hook:

 We in this to win this (x4)

 

 Dip Dabba:

 Abracadabra yes my rhymes stab 

 Ya soup ya like a spoon and like a hand just grab ya

 My names Dip Dappa don't`` spit saliva

 Leave you wet like plasma leave you sick like ashma

 I goet rave reviews like Knots Landing

 MC's best to band in

 I'm pullin' thoses tricks like Michael Landing

 Cause I'm the lyrical lunitic

 I'm lyrically sick spreadin' lyrical whip as I flip

 As I begin to unleash leavin' rappers deceased

 From the fece as I react like a beast and never cease

 Cause niggas be basin' they don't know what they facin'

 I'm strong as a mase (whoa) and or shall I say Jason

 Cause backbones I rip on the niggas I flip on

 The slip I dip then I'm swayze in my whip

 Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker when it's time to flip

 A track like a bitch you'll get slapped 

 Or a nigga you'll get clapped

 I catch wreck and flex stap necks come test what's next? 

 Some sex no motherfuckers hittin' decks

 Cause the man be frontin' on the bacon 

 Don't wanna take a scrappin'

 From Dip Dab no your gladly mistakin'

 I'm stronger than an ox rippin' MC's out the box 

 Your boots get rocked hops like Rodney King with the cops

 So niggas stay neutral I drive you kuku

 I don't know who souped you bit I'm bound to shoot you

 Cause I'm straight on a mission

 Destroying competition got mad ammunition 

 Sit back and just listen I got the woo wop the doo wop

 The uzi makes the crew drop 

 And don't try to run cause the nine will make you stop

 Or the mess I got the vest or the rifle for the test

 Of the range nothings strange ain't shit gonna change

 My name is Dip Dab not Dennis the Menace

 Pass me the mic and I'm in this to win this

 

 Hook:

 My name is Big Tap and I'm in this to win this

 My name is Dip Dab and I'm in this to win this

 My name is Mic Lord and I'm in this to win this

 The crew is called Da Dozens and we in this to win this

 

 Big Tap:

 I'm in this to win this happy like grimness

 Punk MC's yo that ass will get finished

 Got crazy lyrical ammo too hot to handle

 I robbed your skills son just call me a vandel

 I'm tired of all these weak ass rappers 

 And all these bitch ass crackers

 I'm here to stay hyped and make you act up

 You hear a flow? 

 Incredible or should I say inedgical 

 Since your rhymes hon just ain't near poetical

 I got rhymes for days cool like Isacc Hayes

 I got mad Lingo and yes I digs the Shadez

 See slave with the candy Jack of Spades

 And when I'm hungary yes I get that eatin' crave

 You fuck with us your headed straight for your grave

 Now cut your love son this ain't slave

 Don't get out of line don't make me have to slap ya

 You stupid motherfucker I breakus that backus (oh shit)

 Your flow is garbage, go back to the swamp G

 You wanna battle me son come on Chancey

 I burn suckers yearn for their turns 

 Look like oil burn your scapel like a fucked up perm

 With the burrly flow, girlys know, I rock the show

 Son then I'm good to go

 Then I'm out like Shout apon a new route

 Ding ding ther goes round two of this battle bout

 I stabbed you in the back and I made your ass shout

 We carry cross and daggers that's what it's all about 

 Name is Big Tap society's menace

 Pass me the mic and I'm in this to win this

 

 Hook

 

 Mic Lord:

 Now I don't seem to sound like another motherfucker

 I despies ass kissers so don't pucker my nucker

 Sucker MC's get smacked speak the bomb that you rap

 Motherfuck all you niggas who nap

 Now I be livin' my life and I express to my best

 On the job like Elliot Ness

 Makin' crews call in distress

 I rest my case based on how I get bass

 And grab the mic lace the space and face and leave 'em all base

 Now I doubt that a nigga wanna go all out

 I find these fears wipe his tears leave a nigga singin' Shaq

 I beez who I am so who you?

 And who you lookin' for don't label me hardcore

 I rip out the core

 Now shackles off your feet cause people wanna dance

 (It's your last chance) make the crowd wet they pants

 So look son fuckin' with this ML could fuck up your dental

 Wreck your mental, leave your crew setimental

 Here we lay your style to rest two verses to your chest 

 Hurt your brain like bad sex

 I guess this is what it comes to, who got the most crew?

 True, But I'm true without my crew 

 So all y'all motherfuckers make room on my dick

 Got the rawchy fuck-you-style like a porno flick

 You can't show me don't know me so approach a nigga slowly

 I"m the Mic Lord so therfore the microphone is homie

 The overlord of rhythm Smakin' niggas like Diggem

 So pretend my friend I'm the victor in the end word life 

 I get's more stress then strife my tongue is sharp like a knife

 Get hype I'll bust your dome like it was right

 Goodnight and good eveneng leaving the mic barley breathing

 MC's weezin' what the reason? 

 Breakin' backs and your knees in it's that season

 Niggas catchin' wreck so don't front

 Rip the mic to lttle pieces doin' niggas like a stunt

 You ain't redt your ain't redt

 

 We in this to win this