I'ma cancel all the studios, i'ma find you in new york
You f**ed it up for everybody
When i see you i'ma punch you in your f**in face
You and that other f*ggot a** n***a that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) ensoniq or platinum factory
I know you be in f**in chung king
I'ma search around motherf**in d&d
[kool keith]
f** you n***a, criticizin my sh**, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak n***a, don't speak n***a, face the trigger
What you know about my sh**?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? you f**in hatin it
Backpack a** n***a, how you figure?
f** a cypher, i get live on your favorite a** corny a** n***az
I'm a survivor, no village a** sh**
Motherf**ers walkin around tryin to be bob marley and lenny kravitz
That scarf sh** around everybody's head is for f*ggots
Get on stage i throw lettuce and cabbage
You f**in with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 puerto ricans gettin out a f**in chevrolet
I don't play, f** your bodyguard big rae
I chop your hands off and throw your f**in fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
Chorus: kool keith
Operation.. extortion (4x)
[kool keith]
Why you curse so much n***a? f** you, duck you
Loadin this motherf**in tec up, there's a lot of things i must do
Click up, shut the f** up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-a** cast, counterfeit b**h-a**
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance sh** last
Make you take the cd's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some sh**
And make you piss on yourself
No guest list, i better get past this
Type of motherf**er to wait outside the club
For your black dumb-a**es, i'ma have a contest
See which b**h-a** n***a get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this n***a
Watch how kentucky fried i turn this n***a
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) frank
That's what you get for f**in with hank
Give all your f**in credit cards, n***az with ski masks
Took your mink coats at chemical bank
Visa america take this sh** fill up the gas tank
I told y'all i was gon' slap that motherf**er
And baseball bat that motherf**er
Your man with his bullsh** mixtape ran out hot 97 like a s**er
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
At least to get one of you motherf**ers
You owe me for damage
I know a dominican that's ready to stab your f**in manager
Catch a homicide and catch a greyhound bus out to canada
Chorus