' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws and plyers
bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
run shit like an ass with legs Massive lead to leave your cabbage red Similar to your ass in a casket dead Drastic spread of acid heads Come to abort you like
stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all
' the spots We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really
way the tech dance On a nigga face Son ain't have a chance Seen him high pitch yellow nigga From outta town a young mellow ally Trying to run through Hell
in first With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse I like sex after ballentine triple x Understandin, I run through hoes like barry sanders
big, (ho) Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer I hold the mic you're rowdy like piper Hyperactive your rap is wack kid Don't even breath or I'll rip like
ghetto steal for the rocks kid you'll get knocked out your socks kid about 4 to 5 blocks kid the homies poppin on your knock kid i stand still like a
earth Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down
finga, the middle (Come and get some) As I run up on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies Niggaz run to
be running the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin likea?¦ You say never you run
I crack they backs like cracker jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the microphone nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun The way I rock
shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em but if they sleep (what?) hell
motherfucker I cut at ya like butter, so Check my rock and get that ass clocked Cause of 'round my way all niggaz do is dream 'bout rocks Cop Cop Cop Hell
we bring the thug shit for real nigga You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid (Kool G Rap Verse 1) Like a Don
see me in that blue spur We run the city, need a office next to Bloomberg Hook Verse 2: When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't rock I tell the
scene, 'cause some drama Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what? Like