Greg Royal - BMS On the Attack lyrics

Yo man Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this sh** Motherf**ers done rolled on 'em Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man It was, it was them motherf**ers, yeah (who was it?) (yeah, right right) Them motherf**ers, (??) (Shoot them motherf**ers man!) Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap? Rex T man, pop in the clip Give, give me the gun man Give me the gun that motherf**er is slippin One-eighty-seven [RBX] f** it! I gotta do this quick I grab my Glock seventeen, the clip went click Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect So I keep on I - pop him and drop him That oughta stop him from comin up blocks Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts Relax! I'm about to take my respect I lower, and aim straight for his f**in neck Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind Hiden by the night, reflected by moon Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts Pistol cracks..