(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) (x8)
(skoob)
Well its the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas Nervous (nervous) Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *? kervis? * (I rule the world) Blow, yo I get dough, la rockafella, nigga please I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit Ima hold it down and take a puff of this Greenery, keep the scenery, didnt seem to be in order for thee Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga A second wasted is a dollar lost Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor So pmd, ahh, when you ready then youre wilin Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island
(pmd)
Its pmd up in the sector, I wreck the microphoninIm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin Kid Im zonin, its on and Im back up on the block (aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, I represent the dock (dock) Puls I knock (what? ) niggas out the box quickly Kid Im strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me Yo scratch hit me so I can do my thing and blow the spot
(dray)
Its that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what I got Check the clock if you dont know the fuckin timin Well Im rhymin, Im shinin like a motherfuckin diamond Kill the whinin cos Im in effect like this (yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss The hit squad, ya shits harder every year Its diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah (what? ) ya catch a bullet in ya gut And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt Hut one two, hut three We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g Uhh, what? ? ?
(*here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) *repeat to fade*