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Batter Up Lyricsby Rottin Razkals Buy album CD: Only Everything 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (It's Trigger Treach) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The Punani Don) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Down with the Naughty By Nature) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (... [Treach] Feel the force of the thump funk Freak the streets, I figure Picture, payback ain't a bitch It's nasty nigga named Trigger A tisket, a tasket Packs the ghetto bastard All that shit sellin' like hot cakes and caskets I'm slick, quick, flick like a photo, I'm mobile I'll blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogle I won't cross the street but I might Me lay like half the way And if the groove is far for me I catch a cab to Calloway The wind blew, my Buddha went to blast But Teddy was ready with his chair So we rolled, and he Pendergrass That was some 19-Naughty-7 shit, right The Rottin Raskalz' throwin jam was gonna come leavin' Dolomite Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up to set it, nigga?) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Bad Newz) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Headache & Bad Newz, Headache & Bad Newz) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Real G's that's hard to deal with) [Headache & Bad Newz] Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashews Here's a new Cruddy coalition, Headache & Bad Newz Little fags get the dick, my clique is too thick I'm livin' fine, with my nine on my motherfuckin' hip Little cities get mashed out, boy, don't ever try Down the hill is where I chill, representin' Double I Raw clique, load up the nine and cock the chamber back Macs get jacked by this rough rugged maniac My rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificial Suckers battle an' I get in they ass like toilet tissue Hit the deck, Double I is on a killin spree If you ain't naughty you can't see me on the M-I-C Niggas get wrecked when they step in my section Always wreckin' reckless, so you better wear protection Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up..) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (I'm livin for Double I) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Love Child is on deck) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (So check it, this is the Road Dawgs) [member of Road Dawgs] Nigga what? You want the most notorious kickin' Cali' killa Like Ice-T I'm reckless Check this, when I be flexin with the correctness Huh, me and the Double I I got deep down on your female I'm gonna scoop her right I'ma supa fly, that stay faithful I bet you motherfucker catch a nickel plate, fool My people sing for me to rock this If you riff you be a myth like that lake about the Loch Ness Shit! I got a tight stitch I thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white bitch A small illustration, similar to a photo So you can see, just how it be Since you don't know though Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Trigger Slash) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Automatic) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (It's the Steel click) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Wreckin the the Steel, wreckin with the Steel) [Trigger Slash of Steel Handlers] Pass me a ????? Louisville slugger So I can get busy and blow a fuse in this motherfucker Trigger Slash bringin wreck to the shit With my nigga Automatic, comin' straight from the Steel clique You know what comes to show when I rip it raw These Illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props [Automatic of Steel Handlers] Lucky, lucky who's up next It's the man bringin' mad wreck ??? down my mossie, you know the comp's no threat The lunatic is deuce There's no use, you can't compete Check and push up if you wanna you'll be layin' in the street I'm fed the fuck up, bustin off until my clip's done You're straight up dead wrong by thinkin' you won't catch one Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Who's up, it's Dies') 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (And it be rottin to the core) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The D-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme) [Diesel] That's my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverb Keep bustin' it and get you lip kicked to the curb It's bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to me A whigger makin' you, won't have a chance to G It seems to me, in this life span, no one man Could hold me back (A-yo, what's fuckin' with that?) I'm skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bag You fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a rag It don't matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the top When I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knot My limits has no borders Runnin like Ricky Waters Fuck authority, boy, we not takin orders Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Fam has assembled) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (.. 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (The name still stands as Fam) 1-2-3 I'm up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) [Fam] No styles gets phatness, just like class, you ass Pull up a hole, you talk so much shit Your nation be comole So I'ma flush you like some Tiny Bowl Step to the side and then witness a mighty role I've been rolled in a new form of hip hop Rip shop, reality rap stays on top I knock your brain, to a-nother domain It's simple and plain You can't tame the insane Let me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn name Like window it's pain for any nigga comin lame Chorus- 1-2-3 I'm up to bat 1-2-3 I'm up to bat 1-2-3 I'm up to bat 1-2-3 I'm up to bat, so pitch me, MC
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