| Song | That S*!t |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | The Movement |
| 作词 : Hunter | |
| (Intro: Inspectah Deck) | |
| Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah | |
| Lets stand up y'all | |
| What up, we on the rise | |
| 10304 types | |
| Move with The Movement | |
| Its like Roy Jones said | |
| What's that son | |
| Y'all must of forgot or sutten word | |
| Yo INS | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls | |
| Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world | |
| I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks | |
| On some Wu *****t, two chicks shootin' my flicks | |
| Might creep through ya town all wrong | |
| Half a bone, twenty inch chrome | |
| Illuminatin' off ya dome | |
| Like OT status, the one to get at | |
| Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map | |
| Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached | |
| Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat | |
| ***** the media hype, I'm into Stereotype | |
| Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice | |
| All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist | |
| Only for ayallytes with the target sliced | |
| Now the parasite blined by your neon light | |
| Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see | |
| (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) | |
| Heads get ripe off-a this | |
| Thug all night off-a this | |
| Ladies fight off-a this | |
| This is That *****t | |
| The Projects flip off-a this | |
| The trees get lent off-a this | |
| Crash your whip off-a this | |
| Cuz this is That *****t | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Yeah yeah, *****z stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak | |
| We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat | |
| Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat | |
| No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep | |
| Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate | |
| Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque | |
| Been around the world, put a house on the hill | |
| But still greasy like the corner store grill | |
| We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price | |
| Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life | |
| See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on | |
| Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns | |
| Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit | |
| Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it | |
| Big boys step through, they all step aside | |
| They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Heads get ripe off-a this | |
| Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness | |
| Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness | |
| In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Night*****ft | |
| Like this, like that, put pressure on rap | |
| Cheques stack, watch a sex trap | |
| Shorty through an X in my 'yac | |
| Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact | |
| I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track | |
| Count *****, bag green, blue, purple and brown | |
| Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town | |
| Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big | |
| Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig | |
| For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks | |
| Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this | |
| Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters | |
| Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò cí : Hunter | |
| Intro: Inspectah Deck | |
| Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah | |
| Lets stand up y' all | |
| What up, we on the rise | |
| 10304 types | |
| Move with The Movement | |
| Its like Roy Jones said | |
| What' s that son | |
| Y' all must of forgot or sutten word | |
| Yo INS | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls | |
| Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world | |
| I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks | |
| On some Wu t, two chicks shootin' my flicks | |
| Might creep through ya town all wrong | |
| Half a bone, twenty inch chrome | |
| Illuminatin' off ya dome | |
| Like OT status, the one to get at | |
| Never sweat that, I' m focused at the X on the map | |
| Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached | |
| Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat | |
| the media hype, I' m into Stereotype | |
| Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice | |
| All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist | |
| Only for ayallytes with the target sliced | |
| Now the parasite blined by your neon light | |
| Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see | |
| Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
| Heads get ripe offa this | |
| Thug all night offa this | |
| Ladies fight offa this | |
| This is That t | |
| The Projects flip offa this | |
| The trees get lent offa this | |
| Crash your whip offa this | |
| Cuz this is That t | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yeah yeah, z stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak | |
| We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat | |
| Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat | |
| No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it' s deep | |
| Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate | |
| Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque | |
| Been around the world, put a house on the hill | |
| But still greasy like the corner store grill | |
| We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price | |
| Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life | |
| See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on | |
| Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns | |
| Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit | |
| Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it | |
| Big boys step through, they all step aside | |
| They all mesmurised man, y' all recognise | |
| Chorus | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Heads get ripe offa this | |
| Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness | |
| Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness | |
| In the pits where it' s high risk, I work the Night ft | |
| Like this, like that, put pressure on rap | |
| Cheques stack, watch a sex trap | |
| Shorty through an X in my ' yac | |
| Caddy stretched black, don' t question the fact | |
| I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track | |
| Count , bag green, blue, purple and brown | |
| Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town | |
| Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big | |
| Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig | |
| For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks | |
| Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this | |
| Son hit it like Arabs, the world don' t curb haters | |
| Don' t quit ya day job, ya girl know the words | |
| Chorus |