Eight01's Finest - Hostile Lyrics

Yeah, this the take right here

Rest In Peace ain't no Jesus pieces
Murder to this beat we don't need a reason
An expired visa wouldn't hold me back
Higher level thinkin we on full attack
So Line em up I'm in destruction mode
When fire at em better duck n roll
Spliting up the atoms this atomic flow
They could never fathom yeah I gotta go
Hit it with the lane switch
Foot to the gas pedal
Now we getting dangerous
Boy speaking Spanglish
Think I'm outta ammo
Got a whole other language
Mano Mano con mi Hermanos
Wanna catch hand
Jay grab bottle
Don't understand
Well we getting hostile
Leave you for ghost
Now you getting haunted

Straight crack, coming out your speakers
Go another minute imma have to re-up
Other mother f*ckers try to rap, can't keep up
Beat got stabbed in the back like Cesar
Only mother f*ckers that can rap with me are
The best on best on beats, don't ask for features
You know what I tell them if they ask for me
Just masterpiece like Mona lisa
Imma leave a beat up in a body bag
A body that a shawty wanna holla at
I hit it I don't call her back
I started that ill lake shit
Now they want it back
Catch me with the hand off
Bitch be the running back
Let me come and demonstrate
I came here to illiterate and set the pace
Mother f*ckers get it straight
Mother f*ckers getting weight
Pushed off when it's this raw
Tits out, f*ck a push bra

I got the key to the city
We getting so litty
Come f*ck with team
F*ck with my vision
Just listen to what we bout put out
And I promise this isn't the dream
Really I'm about that life
F*cking with kid bitch it's night night
Get your mind right keep ya game tight
Playing with my name bitch it's on sight
Nigga damn right look at you bitch
You got no fight
Feeling like beast now
Bout to spread my wings look at me now
F*cking with the squad Issa beat down
Leave town cause we comin up on the scene now
Tryna worry about ya image bruh
I don't give a f*ck what I'm saying is vintage
I do not play games didn't come here to scrimmage
And I came to take over it's time to go pillage

Uh
Whiskey throttle to the whiskey bottle
Ice on me, no cream, just gelato
Bezels mean like they from east Chicago
And she speakin Spanish came from Santiago
I believe in Jesus but my inner demons
Make me weak so the cross is horizontal
Runnin like Nike, hope they don't find me
And check the crime scene like Chris O'Donnell
We are the best, no Khaled
Stacking the cash, throw it up I don't count it
They wanna collab I'm about it
They got on the label I founded
I give them the checks like allowance
We giving a sound it's a balance
Of goin hard on the beats with some ballads
All of your songs they are weak
You should practice
You can't compete
I'm a king in a palace