Styles Of Beyond - Dolla lyrics

[Intro: Mike] Yeah, like that Y'all Uh huh, whoo, like that Fort Minor, S.O.B Yeah, like this, listen [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] Attention please, I only need a second To make a mental impression directly on any record so Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family j**elry I'm back with fury, attack quickly Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your sh** man You never knew the flow was sick as this b**h, listen when I'm letting you know Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got Got a clique full of a**holes, I kid you not So when that mixtape's done and that album drops Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it [Verse 2: Ryu] You still breathing? I'm co*king and squeezing Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a f** who sees it Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave For three f**ing weeks 'til you reek like dog waste Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, b**h So eat sh**, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top Getting faded telling people to s** it Bucking 'em down for real while you f**ing around I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my sk**s So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone Good luck, I flame s**ers 'til they're black and crispy Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky [Verse 3: Tak] Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in You got a nice watch but your raps are useless You better cut the crap 'fore I snap some nooses And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon sh** I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun Just to spit bleach in his face It's lunchtime punk, open the face Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code One drop in the cannister, people split the globe Blowing every planet to sh** once I hit the road You in the tight b**h, cut you with apathy I'm on the night shift see I hustle like ca**idy So kick that sh** sound and let the west coast see One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B [Outro: Green Lantern] That's right, Fort Minor We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park You know, man, this is an...