Sy Scott - S.O.D. lyrics

[Verse One: Sy Scott] Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it Recheck the barrel and start respinnin' it We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium Stay grippin' 'em I got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance That will shatter seven continents and ten peninsulas Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness You be kiddin? You soft like kittens My grills are pit bulls they will k** when I say sick'em Restrain me, restrict me I'm arresting, resisting I'm a rest when resisting, can't be apprehended n***a [Hook] If you got a problem with E And you got a problem, come and holla at me And if you want it, we can get it started Plus I got the whole Squad siding with me [Verse Two: Icarus] Let the gatty spray and wet up the matinee Smack n***as with both hands like patty-cake Violate and I will retaliate I don't battle fake n***as, I'm heavyweight n***a GMG, fam, we gladly hotta Ic' hold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders Can't get near the dadda I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin' Have my high ninas, firing ninas from Beamers And leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna? I'm a f**ing five star general, to drive cars into you Ic' dodge interviews One flip of the mac, take all ten of you This message intended to, who's ever offended duke Yeah you my n***a, but you could still get it too So don't test me, I don't wanna do this sh** to you [Hook] [Verse Three: Red Cafe] Live from the NY state And I gots one question, guess what's in my waist? Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off I'm in the limo too long to turn And this motherf**in' dutch taking long to burn I'm impatient This is a song you learn Make money, take money, and I'm hear to confirm my occupation The new boss of course, the new Porsche I pull up just to murder you n***as and move off You too soft, Red Cafe from New York I tell a b**h quick, I'm hot can't cool off I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out X.O My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro It's R.C. nothing phony about me With E double the O.G. you know me [Hook] [Verse Four: Erick Sermon] Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper I am the big apple, ain't nobody riper man I'm not M.J. I'm a lover and a fighter That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to k** a man I did time, a thirteen year bid I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing Whenever you performing shows it's me booing Ya as soft as your bid-die You punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty Dawg, ya need more team to get me I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty [Hook] - repeat 2X