2 But can you kill the nigga in you Now you wanna kill me Cause my lyrics be true But can you kill the nigga in you [Verse 1:] Quiet as it's kept Some
my shit and blow your back out We act out, cause you know we reppin the cause Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D
can't spell and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the
I got a lot of love fo' Dre No Dre beats on da Album But it ain't no love loss nigga, thats ma nigga We do it fo' da muthafuckin' WESTSIDE NIGGA WHAT!!! [
And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell And you can get that stainless steel Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga
court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then
Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless Acting like you wild, but I know you
that loc'ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these And you don't wanna fuck wit these And you don't
try to do me But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White
bucket Mother motherfuck it You either Flavor Flav it Or you Chuck Chuck Chuck it Kiss my ass or suck a D.I.C.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger How the fuck do you figure? that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?! Every cop killer goes ignored They
nigga take off your Nikes and bow, and I'll show you how to withstand this cannabis, phantamous praying mantis It's like Chinese arithmetic Cause you never ever thought you'd
I hate you! Jon: You know what, you know what? Both: It's all in the family. Jon: I hate you! Fred: and you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what
tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can
infinity Two guns on my side like Yosemite You sick of that weak bullshit, here's the remedy Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy Turn into a Chuck D
have everything goin haywire you lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow how now black cow word to bird word to bird word to bird nigga Chuck D
when you talk about heat, nigga chill But I still get a thrill from the freaks, what I feel With their humping like the fire for me, dollar bills You can