Countdown lyrics

Artist  : Def Squad 
Song : Countdown



 Send "Countdown" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Jamal PMD

[Erick Sermon]
For
she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic I'm
Wizard call me Chris Webber
Scary wise I'm way
past terror
I make like Jay Z then Roc a
Fella
Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a
bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments
of E Dub
I be the one to cause the
confusion
Twist your mind to pieces
Make ya
think I'm losin'
Yeah niggaz try to provoke
me
But I'm a tower god
So, there ain't no
hope
Bitches like dope E
So, I resume, If
they step
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black
Moon
Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like
Erykah
Control the states and make a Def
America
My styles legit, peep the steez a
bit
It's official, like a licensed .45
pistol
Word to the Preacher's Wife
I got
the power to annoy ya
And keep them shiesty
folks on point
I'm the butler, servin'
MC's
Because I love to
N-O, quote, You're a
Customer

[Redman]
I put you in your
right mind and frame
I de-rail tracks and
rappers like Doc designed the train
All aboard
with the Def Squad, if you can hang
My name be
precise range, when I aim, I flame
Fuck a gun,
when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em
Young,
just wanna have fun, like little Just' and
'em
But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double
crossed me
Foes, I take it to the nigga,
started you hustlin'
Whether it be weed, dope
or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak
his toes
Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk
off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound, bust off my
ro-ro-ro-round
Jump out a tree, land on your
neck
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman
in your deck
You be like damn, that's what I
ride for
If I apply more pressure, it'll snow
on July fourth
Son spark the spliff, bark the
fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch
and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get
involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white
people to jawl

[Chorus x2: PMD]
MC's
it's the final countdown
You look tired can
you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your
hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn
around and say forget it

[Keith
Murray]
Yeah, nobody rock harder than
this
Closed jaw, stoned face, mic
extremist
And, I doubt it
You could kiss my
ass and make a love song about it
Cause, I'm
'bout it and their livin' without it
Yeah,
wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it
gets
Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul
Train
Turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin'
twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk
shit, you deserve what you get
I'm
heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob
Not
a hip-hop cop and not down with the
Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple
responsibilities
Simultaneously, with
communication capabilities
From high-class to
mid-class to low and greedy
I will
instantaneously bust an MC
The non-forgetter,
hit you with the one hitter, quitter
And make
you exercise your shit up,
nigga

[Jamal]
These niggaz is ridin'
dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna
toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def Squad
click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
.45
slug sender, half spreader, cash
getter
Represent for the real gangsters and
drug dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm
cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin'
this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol
'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the
pope
Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a
shower
Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally
G
Master the ceremonial, off the meat
rack
Call you weak, keep gats,
pandemonium
Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip
die in the place
House, that was some hardcore
rap
Realer than black, black baseball bats and
black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack
cats

[Chorus x2: PMD]
MC's it's the
final countdown
You look tired can you go the
round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and
give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and
say forget it