Another Hit by Street Military Lyrics
[Hook (chopped and screwed): ]
Please can I have another hit!
(Street Military!)
[Verse 1: Pharaoh]
It takes a hell of a competitor to get rid of me
And if you think you can take me out
Then run up and let’s see
I’m telling you nah, I ain’t no punk so all you hoes looka here
Everyday I’m full of that herb so you’re dead if you come near
Saaay, fool I’m the Pharaoh from South Park
56 on your block I come up off a (belmark)
Running off at the mouth, saying things ya might not like
But really I don’t give a damn cause I get paid for what I write
AK-47, Mac-11, and the squad game
The things I maintain
To send your ass down the drain
No man, I feel worse then Tyson I swing before the bell even rings
So fat ladies stand by to sing cause its over
Once I leave em laying out cold
You see I scope em and scar em
Instead of boring them hoes
And laws be watching me down because I’m known to click
So now I click to a beat and send it to you as a hit
(Hook)
[Verse 2: ???]
Well I be chillin I be up in (???) in my block
Where the fools laugh and talk about the niggas they pop
I like them freakin little poochies
Go ahead little hoochie
My nigga knuckle fired up
Watch the (freak out that) coochie
I know you wanna catch me slippin But I never be caught
And see how many words are said with this gauge in your mouth
I’m from (a city) so you know my posse’s coming in flocks
You better duck when I aim cause I ain't giving no warning shots
My homie (steady bee) is like a titan
Fred and koolie g rap are all bone hard (fighters)
So what you hoes wanna do next
Knowing that I’m a threat
I’m willing to bet by time this EP (det) I’ll be makin 6 digit checks
You can take it as a diss
But add it to the list
Stay off my dick another fucking hit
(Hook)
[Verse 3: ???]
I sit back and relax, then I wait for competition to take
What I make and send hella points to the feds
Who’s next to flex with the best and get a foot in they chest
From a test and get a cardiac arrest
I’ll be damned If I go (??) who comes across the boss and get tossed cause I never lost
Got more juice then the rain and the thunderstorm
Pack my ship because I ain't’s to get clicked on
I got the gangsta tone in the danger zone
I’m known to pull the chrome and crack a suckas dome
Whoever compete take a seat cause they can’t beat
Thinkin they swole they get drove to the concrete
Whoever tried to manifest get put to a test number one bodyguard big dog and he’ll choke ya to death
Street military can’t quit
While I’m full of that splif
I’ll be thinkin of another hit
(Hook)
[Verse 4: Icy Hott]
My name is Icy hot and I’m coming from the clock
If you got the herb then I got the spark
Fighting in the streets like a donkey going wild
I knocked out ya teeth it been a year since you smiled
Layed up in the hospitial smelling like piss
Tellin the doctor you got hit with a brick when you knew it was my fist
Street military pimpin hoes cause we rough niggas
Packing butcher knifes, black pumps with faded triggers
I seen the (laws drippin) with duck as I get full
I lock on my Glock like a red nosed pit bull
I’m going crazy like I’m on a pea farm
You walk up too quick, and you just might get strong armed
Bout time I get rich
Making money from my shit
And having fits because I made another hit!
Please can I have another hit!
(Street Military!)
[Verse 1: Pharaoh]
It takes a hell of a competitor to get rid of me
And if you think you can take me out
Then run up and let’s see
I’m telling you nah, I ain’t no punk so all you hoes looka here
Everyday I’m full of that herb so you’re dead if you come near
Saaay, fool I’m the Pharaoh from South Park
56 on your block I come up off a (belmark)
Running off at the mouth, saying things ya might not like
But really I don’t give a damn cause I get paid for what I write
AK-47, Mac-11, and the squad game
The things I maintain
To send your ass down the drain
No man, I feel worse then Tyson I swing before the bell even rings
So fat ladies stand by to sing cause its over
Once I leave em laying out cold
You see I scope em and scar em
Instead of boring them hoes
And laws be watching me down because I’m known to click
So now I click to a beat and send it to you as a hit
(Hook)
[Verse 2: ???]
Well I be chillin I be up in (???) in my block
Where the fools laugh and talk about the niggas they pop
I like them freakin little poochies
Go ahead little hoochie
My nigga knuckle fired up
Watch the (freak out that) coochie
I know you wanna catch me slippin But I never be caught
And see how many words are said with this gauge in your mouth
I’m from (a city) so you know my posse’s coming in flocks
You better duck when I aim cause I ain't giving no warning shots
My homie (steady bee) is like a titan
Fred and koolie g rap are all bone hard (fighters)
So what you hoes wanna do next
Knowing that I’m a threat
I’m willing to bet by time this EP (det) I’ll be makin 6 digit checks
You can take it as a diss
But add it to the list
Stay off my dick another fucking hit
(Hook)
[Verse 3: ???]
I sit back and relax, then I wait for competition to take
What I make and send hella points to the feds
Who’s next to flex with the best and get a foot in they chest
From a test and get a cardiac arrest
I’ll be damned If I go (??) who comes across the boss and get tossed cause I never lost
Got more juice then the rain and the thunderstorm
Pack my ship because I ain't’s to get clicked on
I got the gangsta tone in the danger zone
I’m known to pull the chrome and crack a suckas dome
Whoever compete take a seat cause they can’t beat
Thinkin they swole they get drove to the concrete
Whoever tried to manifest get put to a test number one bodyguard big dog and he’ll choke ya to death
Street military can’t quit
While I’m full of that splif
I’ll be thinkin of another hit
(Hook)
[Verse 4: Icy Hott]
My name is Icy hot and I’m coming from the clock
If you got the herb then I got the spark
Fighting in the streets like a donkey going wild
I knocked out ya teeth it been a year since you smiled
Layed up in the hospitial smelling like piss
Tellin the doctor you got hit with a brick when you knew it was my fist
Street military pimpin hoes cause we rough niggas
Packing butcher knifes, black pumps with faded triggers
I seen the (laws drippin) with duck as I get full
I lock on my Glock like a red nosed pit bull
I’m going crazy like I’m on a pea farm
You walk up too quick, and you just might get strong armed
Bout time I get rich
Making money from my shit
And having fits because I made another hit!