Future Sport Video Lyrics

Lil Cease


(feat. Joe Hooker, Mr. Bristal, Redman)

[Lil Cease]
Let the Mony out (yo, yo)
Let the Mony out (yo, yo)
[Monkey noises]

[Redman]
Yo, yo, this Funk Doc
Straight up, nigga, lay down
No time to play now (uh ha)
Brace be around your hip from the waist down
Keep it calm and dont react
Cognac be the Zodiac
Lo, we back, cock, so these cats wont relax
You see the face through the open mask, body
Open gash, hoes throw me cash
We gon blow, front row, do tash
Im a what you call a dog *Dog barking*
Fucking girls that do hair in mini-malls
Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha)
Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha)
Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door
Massacre, seminars off Branson jars
Ill strip your hoe, strip your Benz
Even strip that black line on your Master Card
Card, card, card

[Chorus: Joe Hooker]
Youre fraid to say what you mean
Youre just too scared to say what you feel
Youre afraid of us
Youre afraid of us

[Mr. Bristal]
BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha)
Been a long time coming, niggas better start running
Do more than top-gunning
Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum
And yall cowards dont mean nothing (uh huh)
Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop
I got the Maz flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha)
If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block
So call them, the first one to call the cops
Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, lets see
I dont wanna test, B, niggas dont impress me
Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh)
Bris flow deadly, cuttin niggas like a machete
Done, I die tech when its indirect (cmon)
The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (cmon)
We carry every object, enough ammo to take em (uh huh)
Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!)
Wha

[Chorus]

[Lil Cease]
Yo, yo, ha ha, yo
Its the phenomenonal Cease, kill more than cancer
Serious, real thug, no dancer (what)
More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh)
My fo fo leave niggas bent like Montana
Im killer than these cats could imagine when Im rapping (oww)
I make it happen when Im relaxing
Who want action? Ima give you whatcha bargain for
Its not friction, its like fiction
Puttin these cats outta commission
Flows thats devastatin, Im dissin, so listen
If its hot, then get the fuck out the kitchen
We All-City, we all-pretty
Niggas rather die just to floss wit me (ha)
Keep it real, fuck how niggas feel (feel)
Cuz this direct shit gonna get niggas killed
Niggas sayin Cease cant write, Cease cant rob (yo)
Little do they know, Im ahead of my time
Future rhymes, what

[Chorus: to end]

[Lil Cease]
Yo, cmon
Yo, yo, say what
Ha ha, yo
You afraid
You afraid
Motherfuckers
Yeah, yo
Uh huh, uh huh, huh
Future sport motherfuckers
Buck buck buck buck
Huh, ahhhh!
Uh huh, cmon
Uh huh, huh
Ha ha, ha

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