Fort Minor - There They Go
Ready? Yeah. Let's go.
One time,
for my Machine shop crew. And then its:
Two times,
S.O.B. and L.P., too. And then its:
Three times,
Its Mike and Sixx on the track. And then its:
Four times,
When we come in through the back they're sayin':
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
Armed and dangerous bitch,
Ya'll cant really hang with us in this.
Everyone's so afraid of us shit,
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit.
Forget aboit all the things you heard before,
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door.
Everybody's gonna hit the fucking floor,
Like "Please Mike dont hurt me anymore".
I dont gotta have a secret lie or an alibi,
everybody knows why I'm here,
I'd just as soon crack a bottle,
As crack you over the head with a bottle a beer.
So just listen up there powder puff,
Better believe that I'm not playing.
You can love it, you can hate,
But dont mistake it everboy's saying.
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
What you really wanna do is this,
Just make believe that I don't exist.
But you wont cause everytime you go to spit,
I talk right over you just like this.
It's annoying just for you,
You can scream all day 'till your face is blue.
Im gettin in your head and you know it, too.
And thats just me, you dont know my crew,
My man Sixx John, understand though,
The way that he flows you can call him Rambo.
Never miss a shot, never run out of ammo,
Coming with heat like a god damn commando.
And in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully, Cheapshot.
Now you see,
Fuck with me? Nah. Sixx!
Uh oh. Whatever you yell when you see that door close,
Imma bail through the back (Fo Sho),
Straight to the bar so I can act (A Fool).
I figure you guys would get a little surprised,
Your eyes wide when it's me and Mike Shinod.
Im just plain old Sixx John from the Nam-district,
This is not supposed.
I still talk with awkaward speech,
Im like a dog that's off his leash.
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee,
Niggas scared to walk these streets.
I ain't trippin' homie, talk is cheap.
Accapella or we can bark on a beat,
And if that aint enough action I got,
Seventeen pages in the little magazine I keep.
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
Oh no close the door,
Shut the lights and start the show.
Better let everybody know,
Get on the mic and there they go.
We got this place rockin', beat knockin', non-stopping,
If ya'll are with it let me hear it now, (yeah), yo.
We got this place rockin', beat knockin', non-stopping,
If ya'll are with it let me hear it now, (yeah), yo.
One time,
for my Machine shop crew. And then its:
Two times,
S.O.B. and L.P., too. And then its:
Three times,
Its Mike and Sixx on the track. And:
Four times,
we do it like that. Like that? Like that. Like That.
Clap. Clap, bitches!