Open Field Attack Songtext
von Tuff Crew

Out one time, front of line
Self-image is genuine, yes
Overlord like Starburst Rhyme
Out verse, I′m claimin it mine
DJ Deuce Ace Detonator, too tough
Backin me up
With the def cut that's chillin, flowin
Got the people goin in a craze, phase
Rep is good on every day, minute
Hour on clock
Steady rotation of pure hip-hop
So, now you know
Move to the tempo, pace in your face
Plus the instrumental′s funky Listen up monkey, to what I'm sayin
I'm not playin but slayin all suckers
To step back, retract your memory
We ain′t enemies
We like a new brand
With the mic stand layin down a program
Cold house the jam and ram
Slam dunk punks out of my way
With T.L. and my ace L.A
Crown Rulers, Fats, Hats
Born Lord, Burns and the rest of the pack
Cold chillin on wax
Open full attack, aiyyo bust it

Let′s start this shit
Let's start this shit
Let′s start this shit


As I break it down, let you know
The people in the back are the people that rolls with me
Cause the posse's thick
So step out my face cause you get me sick
While I continue to go in you
You′re brainwashed by the words I send you
Outta limits, my lyrics extend to
Price for the posse's on my manager′s menu
Plus the bonus, cause you jumped on this
Dopey L.A. made with the coldness
Kick the rhythm, the hardcore dope style
Strapped with the gat, to bang out loud, yes
The .44, the magnum, the gauge
I'm on the rage, here up on stage
No frontin, no half steppin
Open full attack like a combat weapon
Harder than hard, payroll's large
Makin that dough while still in charge of
The system, the music, the lyric
You want a hype boy, you gotta hear it
Out on the floor, place is jumpin
Plot on a sucker who said we ain′t nothin
Bring the boys, the posse, the pack
Ayo, full attack, aiyyo bust it

Let′s start this shit
Let's start this shit
Let′s start this shit

Open full attack, do or die
Yeah, boy, we from the Northside
Fat Pistol, crystal clean
Automatic, so here we go, what you mean?
Northside, claimin war
Born to stage to the front door, bust it
In that matter you scatter
Camouflage, money to burn supply for ya
A force shield, skill to kill
Open full attack at will, suckers
Go for yours, even the score
It'll be a death count for all at war
Fats got money to burn, Burns′ money's fat
So understand that, new jack
We from the old school jam, way back
I never told you, open full attack
Now you sit back, think for a moment
Wonderin why you never jumped on it
If there′s problems, I'll solve em
Chill with the new scene, go buy the album
Too tough to Deuce, Ace Detonator
Executioner, leave no prisoner
On the 12 to excel
It's all over boy, show em hell

Let′s start this shit
Let′s start this shit
Let's start this shit
Let′s start this shit