That S*! T lyrics

Artist  : Inspectah Deck 
Song : That S*! T



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 [Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah

Lets stand up y'all

What up, we on the rise

10304 types

Move with The Movement

Its like Roy Jones said

What's that son

Y'all must of forgot or sutten word

Yo INS



[Inspectah Deck]

We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls

Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new
world

I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks

On some Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my
flicks

Might creep through ya town all wrong

Half a bone, twenty inch chrome

Illuminatin' off ya dome

Like OT status, the one to get at

Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the
map

Treasure chest stash, the guest house
attached

Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat

Fuck the media hype, I'm into Stereotype

Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the
dice

All my life, nine out of ten involved in the
heist

Only for ayallytes with the target sliced

Now the parasite blined by your neon light

Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo
see



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Heads get ripe off-a this

Thug all night off-a this

Ladies fight off-a this

This is That Shit

The Projects flip off-a this

The trees get lent off-a this

Crash your whip off-a this

Cuz this is That Shit



[Inspectah Deck]

Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' they teeth,
knowin' they weak

We supply you with the fire son, cope with the
heat

Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin'
the beat

No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's
deep

Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime
rate

Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque

Been around the world, put a house on the
hill

But still greasy like the corner store grill

We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price

Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of
life

See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on

Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new
borns

Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya
outfit

Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce
it

Big boys step through, they all step aside

They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise



[Chorus]



[Inspectah Deck]

Heads get ripe off-a this

Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness

Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a
likeness

In the pits where it's high risk, I work the
Nightshift

Like this, like that, put pressure on rap

Cheques stack, watch a sex trap

Shorty through an X in my 'yac

Caddy stretched black, don't question the
fact

I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth
track

Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown

Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the
town

Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin'
big

Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig

For the fugitives and big timers throwin'
bricks

Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this

Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb
haters

Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words



[Chorus]