Artist: Black Rose Kartel Album: Rose Kartel Order Song: Shit Is On Typed by: DaSun Akbar *Opens w/ Daddy Rose talking over the chorus (Chorus) Elohim X2 Shit is on, shit is really on Like the hot butter to the popcorn Shit is on, 'til the break of dawn To the tick-tock and you don't stop [Daddy Rose] Fuck all y'all newly rappers Only bust guns when the ball drops Super thug I got kryptonite slugs that make you all drop Come to your town and stick who getting money Make them all hot, tie up your pops Then pop 'em in his fore spot No love for them hoes, Daddy slam cock and break out Snatch the ATM card and enjoy the cake out ABG niggas don't give a fuck, turn your wake out Creep on Jakes body 'em while he on the stake out Don't make me get cockeyed, leave you lopsided Lose my mind and let my glock guide it Shift gears like old school ten speeds Breathe by the rhythm, mens bleed Daddy bury mothafuckas like seeds Put 'em under bushes and weeds Mothafucka!!! (Chorus) Elohim [Saulhaudin] Spray rounds at your door Everyone lay the fuck down on the floor Cock four pound at your jaw Duck tape 'em, give us the raw Tie up his whore, pistol whip 'em, wire his jaw Ambush, and push your shit in Hitting, gats will spit at the rip Headshots creep to sleep for bricks and birds The chips in the street Faggots bend me or send me automatic MAC minis' If I can't eat, you won't I tote guns that bust, you don't want it with us Stick up your payload and lay low in the streets Street's my thug, gotta lot of mugshots Pictures and diamonds, studded halos and parole Control, the strips of the bing Anybody could get bodied from the sty to the shot It's sing-sing, everyone die, I got balls to shot call My thug's maneuver with lugers, slugs and rugers (Chorus) Elohim [Daddy Rose] Daddy be a baller like Marbury, Stephon Like Gianni Gotti, Mr. Rosalina, the Don It's Teflon by Mr. Universe; you're just a runner up All you niggas wanna do is play the projects and run 'em up Me, I wanna buck, shit, and plus get my dick sucked I'm the new shit like Pokémon Freak nigga, Jamaican hoes call me strokey-mon He left his body, sex organs like Pikachu And diffuse, have my crib after hour, shit Let me get a peek at you, hold up Cock sucker who you speaking to? Glock .9 leave you leaking through Your Gucci sweater, you and your crews better Keep it moving, hour-on-the-hour, shit I keep improving I'm like fuck a delicate nigga, I keep 'em grooming Drama on, my Llama on, my hip, all my piece's moving (Chorus) Elohim [Saulhaudin] Yeah, get at cats, my MAC spit at cats Hit at cats, your strip we rematched that Your work get pitched at, or get experts In your face, haters push a Navigator Hurst Lame for cane, killers in the game Niggas dropped dime with my Kartel scheme Thugs, Visine, shine Harley's and bristol cream Pistol with beam that line, up niggas with feather triggers For cheddar air out thugs with Gucci sweaters with Uzi Order graph slugs, truly yours; my Heckler & Koch wet ya Leave bullets; send ya nigga that will set off metal detectors Murder Captains, two Lieutenants, dunn I'm back in spectrum My son's starving, robbing niggas for icing them out Brought four kites on my head 'cause I'm piping them out Back shot, hit the jackpot stash, wiping them out Clit it, clip it, squeezly blood on your screebit Pow!, buried the dead it, in the dirt, put in the work Dirt, under my nails, the pity weight on my shine Tip scale, Fishscale weight cake Doubled up mugshots pluging your face (Chorus) Elohim X3 (Outro) Daddy Rose Yeah, suck something and make it all day Black Rose Kartel, Hollywood disrespecter Fuck all y'all mothafuckas, this is Daddy Red Rose nigga Black P Stone for life nigga, Kartel for life Mothafucka suck our dick