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U-GOD : Sound The Horns lyrics

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U-GOD lyrics : "Sound The Horns"

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah...

Let's go...
Yeah, listen...

[Inspectah Deck:]
The sound of the horns says it's on
We storm through like C. Thomas, Red Dawn

Step like a don through the city, Deck bonds
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen

Duece times 5, that's my type women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?

Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy

^!$$%s ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy
Roll like dice in the casino
Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino

Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino
Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero


[Sadat X:]
The Wild Cowboy number one
G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son?

Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks
Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that $#&@ in schools

I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas
Sixteen bars, keep the car running
Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill

Punks jump up to get beat down
New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour?

Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back

Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up
I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss


Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, (*##$es, I'm gropping them
Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium

Super soak these ^!$$%s, stroke with the magnum force
Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise

Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish

^!$$%, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing %#@!
I be the street menace on my David Ruffin %#@!
Police ain't cuffing %#@!, claiming I'm a crook

Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book
Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork
Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt

Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes
I'm that superhero with the brand new costume



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