Lyrics:
y'all feel out there?)
Too Damn Hype
(Oh yeah!)
In the place to be
The 1989 Too Damn Hype posse
What are we?
Too Damn Hype
I can't hear y'all
What we
major Cause that drip on me is major, major
We goin' wild, we goin' major We goin' wild, we goin' major
Like its litmus paper
Dip me in, I change that
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
the microphone
Every posse KNOW we come in the dance
we teach reality-ta-tee an'
reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
We nah deal with sickness and negativity
We
salt on me
That ain't worry me at all ma I'm too saucy
Keep it sucker free bumpin' RBL Posse
Dipped in butter stay flossy back the hell up off me
I'm
sleepy and sloppy
I was moving with keys of the broccoli
Repping the bay like RBL Posse
And I'm
Intoxicated I was in the cuts when the block was raided
I'm
Plotting and scheming till we got major cash
Trying to come up we always plot and scheming
Take everything you posses even your fucking demons
Stay vigilant
How much
Forty three thousand fully equipped
That all
Machine gun turrets extra
We in Carrera 911's when my posses on Broadway
Top down baby cause we
the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like its
for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze like its
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze like its
open man and it hella reek. That's what I need don't give me no bammer weed, like RBL Posse man that shits got me in a trance. psychedelics I know you
the G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school
I'm the principal and knowledge is
that bass, that's the crowd's main thing
Bass that ultimate choice
Sprayin' MC's by the shot of my voice
Posses claim old school and new school
But
sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers
I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a nnigga hurt
my posse (Posse)
Yeah Yeah Aye
It's funny how niggas be thinkin' that they got a gang
But we got a posse
Fuck up the bag in a minute
You niggas be
we spot him, Evil E shot him
Dead in the face, made sure that he got him
Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath
Automatic Uzi motherfuckin
inspired by my songs
We are Major
Them haters just died in your arms
Ain't got no time for the drama, we on the rise like a drone
Try be a clone, yo we
money in a major way
Time to fuck my Beyatch! Hey, and gettin' paid
You other mothafuckas fallin'
But me, and my mothafuckin' thug niggas
We straight
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
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