KutMasta Kurt - Operation Extortion lyrics

I'ma cancel all the studios, I'mma find you in New York You f**ed it up for everybody When I see you I'mma punch you in your f**in face You and that other f*ggot a** n***a that rap witchu I'mma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory I know you be in f**in Chung King I'mma 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***as 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'mma 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'mma 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***as 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'mma 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