Lyrics

Im up early in tha mornin tryin to write some shit knowin that if i get it together I'll be droppin a hit, cuz it aint nothin for the mastermind to expose drama, go ask ya momma if I'm hot or not she'll tell you I'm one, cuz we be puttin together way better than anybody in the game, when you ask em they gon tell you our name cuz its azylum like a mothafucka stuck in your grill, and I'm for real when i be sayin that we hard as steel, cuz aint nobody gonna stop us cuz we're way 2 strong we like the bomb ass chronic that you just stuck in your bong, cuz you talk shit, and when I roll up you aint sayin nothin and if you hate my lyrics then go on and hit the stop button cuz when it comes to paper fool you gets none of it, oklahoma you rappin wit crazyloc, gotta love it

O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, you fuckin with Azylum boom! ya gone homie, it aint whatcha get its whatcha got for me, the shit that we spit is for the streets only (x2)

Eaze back, I'm about to burn these trees back, waitin on the summer to come around and bring the breeze back, we kick it where the G's at, northside of the city where they put you on your beezack if you fuckin with they pennies, and homie you don't need that, getcho mind right, stop fuckin up the game just to keep your limelight, sometimes you rhyme tight but you got the wrong attitude you lucky if you comin round here without a gat at you, and the world gonna spin on, imma get my spit on and if you got a problem you can get on, or get your mind split, so wide that the only thing holdin you together is some mothafuckin vice grips, take my advice bitch, you gonna need it cuz the path you headed you better believe in Jesus, or at least try and cherish your breathin cuz your very last supper just might be this evenin

Hook

What we droppin is ear candy all up in your speakerbox and whether we speak or not, we still gonna keep it hot, cuz we aint stuck on misconception, fuck a image its just gangstaz up in this direction, it aint no love ballads but maybe some booty calls, but after that nut busts homie then duty calls, you know you rollin with tha stratejacket ridahz all the way to the bank cuz we been cursed by society for the grave or the clink, but we can make somethin straight outta nothin and keep it gutter with some lyrics that be straight out the oven we bout that butter mothafucka and aint nobody frontin and if you still don't feel me then crazyloc gon tell ya somethin...
Damn right, as I grab the mic and rip this verse, you fuck around and you'll be headin down the street in a hurst, becuz its on and crackalackin when i flip these gears, tell all my peers that im back and this is how i bring in the new years, so if you wit it come and get it ready and willin, im ready to do the dealin i got the shit that you feelin so come and handle it becuz i done broke out the fuckin chain, its on man azylum bringin twice the pain, this aint no giggles and jokes so get a pen and take notes, this is OKLAHOMA CITY HOME OF REAL LIFE LOCZ, cuz its on like donkey kong when i skate on out, feelin the vibe from a new tribe AZYLUM no doubt

Hook twice and fade