[Lord Jamar talking]
Ah yeah, ya know what I`m sayin`
Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect
On ya motherfuckin` head
Not givin` a fuck
Word up, know what I`m sayin`
In the wilderness of North America
[Verse 1: Lord Jamar]
You like to taste the lead, well get ya face fed
After I`m done, you rather suck on pencils
Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart
Now brothers talk shit and can`t back it
That`s why I had to fit em` for a full metal jacket
Peel his cap once cause I know it`s all it takes
Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I`ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
The motherfuckin` G to the O to the D
I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
But ya didn`t listen, so now ya on a mission
To get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can`t stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
Before I put my AK back up on the shelf
Cause I put in work like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me comin, nigga run
[Hook]
See I had to lick em` - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em` - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em` - Punk motherfucker
See I had to lick em` - Punk motherfucker
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin` menace to society
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin` menace to society
E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin` menace to society
A fuckin` menace to society
[Verse 2: Sadat X]
Somebody`s dead, a whole crowd forms
The cops ain`t even come yet and money`s dead in the street
Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin`
Six girls cryin` wild cause money had a child
A good dick, couldn`t even stand the .44 lick
Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
And ol` Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints
My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
I gotta cousin, says she`s got some friends
She says they strictly fuckin` I could get away from buckin`
She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
And sex is but a word, it ain`t shit I ain`t heard
Tell my moms I ain`t leavin` my crew said to stay
My crew I`m believin` so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. they always say they`ll set it off
And if I choose, who`s somebody might die
And if they don`t die then they won`t be able to walk
Pump slugs in his back for talkin` pussy talk
[Hook to end]
