makers You brain suckers You piece of shit Step back You born killers You death dealers Motherfucker You fuck my world, you fuck my brain Step back Wrong
Step back You born killers You death dealers Motherfucker You fuck my world, you fuck my brain Step back Wrong informers Corrupted leaders You piece of shit Step
head up, hold your head up high Hold your head up, hold your head up high Hold your head up, put up or shut up Two steps forward and one step back
grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes Ppeople gather round when we kick them go boy Shifty stick em, ha ha ha stick em Burning bridges
driver's head in the chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
[Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear [laughing] Check! [Chorus 2x] Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine
fuck! I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck! If security step up we'll crush dem niggas, If security step up we'll crush dem niggas, I got that
knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life [Verse 2] (Juicy J) Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step
heavenly flow put MC's in hell's kitchen, ugh And I'm so, I'm so hot, hot, ya'll burnin' up, HOT I step in, it's like the wedding between Hope and Armaggedon
name on Go stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm. I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step
head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat
in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a niggas black Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step
the brains I had went to my head Step outside the summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face You ain't ever gonna burn
on go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto Giuseppe's when I step out, posted
news and watching biggest bugger loose in the head, like fuck what the law says might be the mental with the permanent wrinkle in my forehead boys head
Hen, and we get wild. Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and
'm the shit fo' sho, roll with it, bitch or [Incomprehensible] I'm hot in this heat, a head shot'll keep your perm burned It's my turn, I earn stripes
