This is a national security alert Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap You can applause and from the very beginnin' You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in
With another banger I call it the cliffhanger Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit (Come on) You could see the way I make 'em mad sick From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick (Come on)
Log on you better grab onto somethin' Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch (Come on) Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover
The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap
So don't touch me nigga (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me nigga (You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go
Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin' And break it on down just a little once again Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin' And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin' Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin' Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them
Shit that shut it down on the regular That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'
So don't touch me nigga (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me nigga (You might burn yourself)
It's gettin' hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em)
We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this bitch (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go
You don't really want it my dude I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude And when we come we eat a nigga food Back to the fact in the matter at hand For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan
The other part of the plan is for you to understand That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash And just for the record, we got it on smash, now
How the f**k they even got the audacity The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again
I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it Niggas think that t