Leak It Out Lyrics

uh huh.

lets go ace.

ay yo its that exclusive song shit

that climb the charts, bang our chest, king kong shit

yall aint got no bomb shit

its that, BK, shaolin, queens and bronx shit

and manhattan shit

we so passionate

this is in high demand we had to ration it.

so come get ya daily dose

cuz that shit them niggas put out is barely close

its the EMC and Leo's. and yall gon' smell defeat like

cheese doritos

call all ya parole boards and P.O's

cuz DJ's bound to cut this up like kilos.

and distribute it, yall cant get rid of it

this aint no mistake this shit's deliborate.

and if yall want that raw rap shit brought to ya door

we the 4 that sure deliver it.



yes sir guess who back in the spot

got them hands up, I aint even packin a glock

im just a hustler, I dont need to pack in my sock

just gimmie pro tools, a Mbox, and a track if its hot

and this shit, make u wanna smack yo mamma

im a star risin like barack obama, the track so drama



i gets it poppin in the hood like the 4th of july

let it be understood, im not the nigga to try

yall aint stoppin our fame

cuz us not sellin is like the game not droppin a name

its gon happen regardless, we the hardest

its emc, ya favorite artist's favorite artist.



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excuse me, im standin in ya way?

blockin all the glamour, not an amatuer, dont gamble

with a play

on the planet for the day, first we landin' in LA

till the planet hit the bay, then Atlanta in GA

you dont plannin on shootin nothin, so that hammer put

away

that talk is outlandish, that you brandishing if fray

the only cannon that you shot was ya camera

at a photoshoot we stay fresh like a mannequin display



with the grammar that i say Im like an animal that's

stray

(cuz manage when away)? people panic ran away

you aint never drive a phantom any day

you couldnt buy tickets to tha opera with the phantom

in the play

its like a brushfire, the flames that I spit

cuz it only spreads wider when you fannin' them away

and that mic in ya plam, is like a baton

when you see me on the track then you handin' it away



yo

simple and plain

if they dont let me up in this game

im gonna rob the first idiot that's makin it rain

no need to be poppin' them thangs

we can scrap, like that dude that was dancin with kane

its embedded in my DNA strain

best kat in the game

up-bringin man my thoughts' insane

real rhymers, you dealin with rap's finest

we make the crowd say "ho" like don Imus

for one liners

If you willing to fight with this mic

air you out like some white on whites

in town for one night, and we bringin em out

got no time for games, came to spit and be out



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