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I'ma cancel all the studios, I'ma find you in New York
You fked it up for everybody
When I see you I'ma punch you in your fkin face
You and that other f*gg*t as* nigg* that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory
I know you be in fkin Chung King
I'ma search around motherfkin D&D
Kool Keith
fk you nigg*, criticizin my s**t, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigg*, don't speak nigg*, face the trigger
What you know about my s**t?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? You fkin hatin it
Backpack as* nigg*, how you figure?
fk a cypher, I get live on your favorite as* corny as*
I'm a survivor, no village as* s**t
Motherfkers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz
That scarf s**t around everybody's head is for f*gg*ts
Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage
You fkin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a fkin Chevrolet
I don't play, fk your bodyguard Big Rae
I chop your hands off and throw your fkin 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 nigg*? fck you, duck you
loadin this motherfkin tec up, there's a lot of things I must do
click up, shut the fk up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit b*tch-ass
I'ma see how long that ch*reographer dance s**t last
Make you take the CD's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some s**t
and make you pi*s on yourself
No guest list, I better get past this
type of motherfker to wait outside the club
for your black dumb-asses, I'ma have a contest
See which b*tch-ass nigg* 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 nigg*
Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigg*
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) Frank
That's what you get for fkin with Hank
Give all your fkin credit cards, with ski masks
took your mink coats at Chemical Bank
Visa America take this s**t fill up the gas tank
I told y'all I was gon' slap that motherfker
and baseball bat that motherfker
Your man with his bulls**t mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
at least to get one of you motherfkers
You owe me for damage
I know a Dominican that's ready to stab your fkin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada
Chorus