Oh Shit!

[Hystwise]

Do you wanna take it

To the club oh shit on the floor Cult VI

To the streets to the beats to the boards

To the peeps holla back I can't afford to be weak

We could be fightin' with fists bustin' ya' grill

You a hothead with no fever suckers ain't ill but nigga

Step into the field where the war is

Whores get it too pop 'em drop dead gorgeous

Dog apply that raw I'm stoppin' you chumps

I'll leave you like a stripper uh topless with pumps

This Clayton Powell boy who want it

50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya' stomach

[Skeemo]

Ayo we deep nothin' less than twenty two people

I'm street I rap for niggaz that shoot people

Frontin' like you gon' squeeze nah no ya' won't

You don't want it with the Bronx nah no ya' don't

You a phony ass fairy tale figure

I told ya'll you frail niggaz ain't worth blades on nail clippers

Heavy metal tech 9 in the small of my back

You can catch strays and they ain't dogs or cats

[R.E.U.]

Ayo' my life's fucked up and easily yours can be too

Brutally awfully bruised in the morguery room

My mind hasn't been right for a couple reasons

With a liquor bottle in my mouth leakin' I got trouble speakin'

[Clowd9yne]

Check the double feature man

[R.E.U.]

I'm the cat that you wouldn't wanna walk by

Type of like hoodlum with a cork eye

Crazy and can't help it the stress do it

or maybe, im just to lit, and that's it

Maaaaaaan, I'll smack a cat with a bat that was used by Babe Ruth

Grenade serenade boombastic

[Clowd]

Who's baddest flew passed this metal detectors my tools plastic

Pistol whipped ride shotgun and you blasted

No manners stay misbehavin' I can't warn 'en cousin

No man's relatin to me cousin get torn up

[R.E.U.]

Savior on the corner of ya' local Seven-11 wit black hoody

Black backpack attached to me

Which is equipped with a grip dual strapped black pad for an attack

Swing blades the size of a sting ray

[Bugzy Bogart]

SeSo M S N Strictly Live is

What is, Where is, Who is

THE CULTURE?

SixXx is, R E U is

THE CULTURE

Hyst is, Clowd is, Bugz is

THE CULTURE

Yendi, Kas, and Jug is

THE CULTURE

[Juganot]

I practice magic to knock a planet off an axis

Swallow a solar system in my path like Galactus

War god with spiritual military tactics

Specialize in incinerating worlds to ashes

Life flashes before your eyes after slashes

To the jugular vein Juganot is kickin' asses

Rippin' out chunks like paychecks after taxes

Masochists get a hundred and 20 lashes

Til' backs are whipped scarred tissue and deep gashes

Cover 40% of ya' body like heat rashes

Better do meter dashes I got matches

And a metal tank with highly combustible gases

[Bugzy Bogart]

you lack the knack for lyrical combat

[Juganot]

For back slaps I'm that nigga to contact

[Bugzy Bogart]

My team like fiends with numerous dope tracks

[Juganot]

Comin' from Queens Shiesty Heights you know that

[Bugzy Bogart]

Or comin' from Brooklyn rockin' a Dodgers throwback

No hat we could scrap with knuckles unload Mac

11's, 10's or .9's Beretta's, Glocks, or Dillingers

Or chemical warfare Small Pox in cylinders

We could take it to the streets with knives, bats

But why scrap? We could just rap battle each other with wise cracks

I'm packin' either goin' out blastin' the iron

Or in the iron cuffs my wrists is wrapped in

[PV]

On the real I'm sick of rappin' we pistol pack a tip quit the yappin'

Before these clips are clappin' and have ya' clique collapsin' mister

45 hop in ya' ride you'll prob'ly not survive

And put it down like fake criminals when the cops arrive

Man we often makin' a move biscuits and toast

Is what I hold and on that note I don't play with my food

This kids rude plus his crew is quick to blast at ya' dogs

And laugh at you fake fucks like Cinemax after dark

[Hystwise]

So we took ya'll people

To the club to the floor

To the streets to the beats to the boards

To the peeps hollar back I can't afford to be weak uh uh

uh uh and it's still

The Culture

The Culture

The Culture

It be the Culture