Y2K-Screwball

Y2K - Screwball When the smoke clears You know who gon' be there When the smoke clear yo That's all we got to tell y'all right now Y'all know who gon' be standing there right See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze So I'm'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo) You dealin' with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead sh*t I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh) I'm on the hill high off the real, pumpin' my bolos (Yeah) Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What happened) 'Cause when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creep the holders I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels And move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball) Make it picture perfect cock it back and lay it out Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it out [Chorus] Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy) Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy) Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray How many times sour limes and coronas Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna' What'choo want to do, cops huntin' you Aimin' for the kill, layin' still Permanent forever chill in heavens field Spreadin' doin' deals, more electric than eels Respectin' the reals, countin' what'choo build Prepare was heal journey, with hard times Examine it, playa's have money at random Sittin' pretty, sayin' come and get me Standin' in front of the gates of hell Smackin' niggas, pullin' out the gat on niggas Sold crack, plus I'm a rappin' ni**a I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaze Ready for motherf**king war See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B) Everybody talkin' 'bout they whips with the TV I need some of this motherf**king rap money I'm sick of this motherf**kin' funny crack money F**k all y'all b**ch a** niggas, y'all don't worry me Screw be, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity) [Chorus]