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INFO - FOOTBALL

Football


VERSURI - FOOTBALL

(Mastamind)



Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns



I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues



Must you come to us to put you down thunderous



3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us



Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers



Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter



What you livin' for? You ready to ride to the end of the road



And get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to go



Here's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo



Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow



I'll rot you with the proper procedure



Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver



Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is



The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is



This has been a demonstration for Natas



Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration



We gonna toast to we the champions



For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem







(CHORUS)



Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'



"Oh my God"







(Esham)



I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not



Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot



The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot



Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock



I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble



And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle



Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe



Connection, interception, I wide receive



My style blitz your whole play when I slide



Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides



Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents



Never hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicine



Straight tackling the ones that won't better sen



Detroit, Michigan's best defensemen







(CHROUS)







(TNT)



4th down and 10 to go



I throw the bomb, yo



TNT's in the game



All niggaz know my name



N-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clock



Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded



Situations heeded



I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose



Niggaz try to read me get they book closed



In the story niggaz get killed on the battlefield



Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will







(Mastamind)



Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that



Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps



About the punter heard out, put ya through a work out



Natas the first stop you take, put the red alert out



Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice



The game is getting stormed at night



'Cause God gonna get black tonight







(CHORUS)

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