[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage]
Now I'mma kick up dust, as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, f**ed up s**ers you can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherf**ers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin'
I'm knockin' em out the box and
Knocking em out their socks and, cause Robin is rockin'
Breaking em down to the slab
Taking 'em down on their a**
Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uh?
Send you up sh** creek without a motherf**ing paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must is bust
A bubble, or two some trouble, for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through
[Interlude: King Tee + B-Real]
Some cool sh**
Some cool sh**
Boo-yaa! Spittin' out buckshots
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cat
Lynching, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
Pushing packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat b**h
So get back, b**h, I'm hard to bogart, for the f*ggots
This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
Murderin' millions of n***as so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
Chewing motherf**ers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, loving the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, n***a, I rip in half n***as
You're quick to talk sh**, I whoop your a** n***a
Then watch me blast, n***a, cause I'm the last n***a
You wanna f** wit, so up your cash, n***a
I make em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scoping your girl then watch me tag her
Pulling steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, n***a, no needs to front, so
Here to torment I put track on crack
And I'm strapped with a semi-tone mili-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
[Interlude: B-Real
A to the motherf**in' K]
[Verse 3: RBX]
Back in the days, n***as they use to scrap
But now in ninety-two, n***as they pull their strap
Cause umm, police them come wicked and them shoot
n***as, so n***as retaliate and start to loot, execute
Boot-stomping
Black soldier, here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominater, narrarator
R-B to the motherf**in' X, flex wicked
Styley Lee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac, with a gat
See nowadays n***as is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bo-bo-bo! Now I'm on d**h Row
f** it, n***as going wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty n***a bloody pumps face flat
On the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But, the murderers escape
Audi like 5 G's
Lyrical g**n but it's just a G thang