mic About to rock it for you It's for you, oh oh, oh oh It's time to settle the score Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you Now for the
defying threat Its nights like this that keep us alive They shed our skin by the host of salvation By the skin of my teeth retributions made serene We never wanted it
? Be true, nigga spit it or forget it If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it And then we can get down, any way you want it My nigg 'Twan
dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out
game You should be trying to get out You know it's drama when the Llama get out Pull and spit the lead, bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour It's often easier for one, to give advice Than it
, bitch House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows Straight out ya bitch noose Takin' no shorts, in nine trè So check me, tossin' up threats
mind and don't slumber Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass [Unverified] M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it'
dont got dat pay ment we the livest, you cant deny, you cant hide it we smile in the face of death face of death we bias yeye its a craze motherfuckers
Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz gotta get the fuck out the way Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click Man, fuck that nigga (Fuck that nigga) Keep
the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass *bounty killer rhymes and chants* [big noyd] M-o-b-b dunn, let's get it on dunn Wit bounty killer, yo it
What is this) Ghetto Business [Beat Fades Out] [Rowdy Rahz Freestyle] You aint fin to blow up shit Youre merely a bomb threat How the fuck you gonna move a crowd You aint moved out
you, can't trust it A shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a plush rug-ged Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff
Fellas pull ya cock out On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out
stoppin' when you start me, John Jay Pullin' your card, mayday, mayday Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday Take it how ya wanna take it,
hardest settin' We pose no threat on my city Ooh, the pizza's here, will someone let him in please? We didn't order chicken Not a problem, we'll pick it out
poor gettin' mad donations Takin' cheese out of poor nations Got Haitians still on sugar plantations Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations As you dig it
Threat Fost focus richest the bok'est could get it like I'm sexually transmitted, bidditch Yeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me, spit it [scratching