Artist: Rocks the World f/ 40 Glocc, Born, Champ Diva, Ill Knob, K-Tray, Naisha, Riggamortis Album: Rocks the World MC's Song: Breathe Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Champ Diva] Yeah, yo check it out We got the Rocks The World niggas on this shit right here We about to blaze the whole fucking industry Ya'll ain't ready for this shit, yeah We got my east coast niggas, my west coast niggas We worldwide nigga, wha [40 Glocc] Half man and half animal Half Afghanistan and part Taliban cannibal Conceieved out of Bethlaham with no sperm doner See we contagious like a virus when we spit germs on you Sick like Pitbulls when they turn on you And I rdie like a cowboy with six shooters on him I whistle for my nigga, and the whip ??? on him [Ill Knob] Ill Knob from Klik Ga Blow, all ya'll could retire now East coast, west coast, we got the fire now Think you're higher now, you better recognize the sire now Ya'll niggas fakin now, ya'll need to take it down This the Knob, we come and got the ox and the rocks My niggas role deep, homie, move from the block Nigga we blast for the cash, splash for the cash We got shorties on the corner sellin ass for the cash [Champ Diva] Yo, this is the inner cypher, don't make me have to fight ya Quick to get up in your ass cuz I don't even like ya These bitches got me hyper, maybe a lil vicious Deadly Venom for sure, leaving ya death wishes Oh you didn't know, though we about to blow blow Me and my niggas come through in the low lows Stylin from east to west coast, we shinin Fill it in, Rocks The World, now ho you fuckin with? [Chorus: Naisha] Cuz it's a shame how niggas walk these streets It ain't a game, you know the heat must be reached And the pain is discreet, obtain what you eat And you reep what you sow, breathe deep, breathe deep Take a deep breathe, you fucking with the best Ill Knob, 40 Glocc, boy you gambling with death Watch yo damn step, Naisha collabin with the west Riggamortis, K-Tray came to break the fucking neck [K-Tray] I'm from the city of them car jackers west killa Cacilaca, stalkin cappers and blue raggers On the block, no less then twelve on his waist Disrespect the set, quick eject twelve in his face I got them slugs runnin intersects, turning the corners Hedges go, burn ya moments Leave you stuck like sherm was on it Bitch shit, I don't condone it Actin a fit, attack like a wild pack of killer ??? [Riggamortis] Hop out the Benz wagon, pants saggin, Timbs draggin Rappers hear I'm in town, hide like Bin Laden Hot to death, ain't no secret, I've been braggin Try me with your hands, I shatter your chin pattern My whole style tobassco, hot, who wanna taste it? Consequence for fuckin with Rig, who wanna face it? Ya'll basic cats don't wanna see, I'm hot lava Spittin the top dollar, kid with the popped collar Rig in this shit, holla [Born] Who figured that the fifth don't pop, some niggaz only play in the dark Nigga I'll split ya braod day in the park The blue light spit at you like you ain't hype Have niggas kicken, boy you ain't right Don't get me wrong, cuz I do that twice And brush it off, like why'd you kill my baby? I had nothing else to do that night And if you raised him right, it juts might've saved his life Either that, or been trained for the fight Bank for the whites, the eyes is a reminder to keep it tight And never take nothin light [Chrous]