[Intro]

Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here

Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here

"It's 'bout to be on" -> The Lah

That talk lot of shit [The Lah] "'bout to bust"

[The Lah] "Underground street nigga Bumpy came"



[Verse One]

Hail, come on, hail

What you knocking in your tape-deck just my property

unknown forces think they stopping me

Here's some information; I'm god's child

meat, bones, blood in veins

And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains

Someday I may be punished for the shit that I do

So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through

But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man

That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand

I'm a menace to the public like too many B's

Overcome by rappers who pump too many trees

So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem

With two wrists in all means, that's what I call 'em

I'm a giant in a field of mice

We goretex his wife giving R & B rap niggaz short life

You wanna dance with a underground Puffy

Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me

Sometimes I'm like a white man no trustee

Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man

All you niggaz dis-gust me

Fuck who you are I don't care who you are

I'm the roundest nigga down here, square who you are

You want drama, you can get it!

[scratch] and Premier's down with it baby



[Chorus]

There's not a problem that I can't fix

All I need is my two four-fifths

And if you niggaz wantin trouble

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain

It's the Preem and Bumpy

Bringin ya pain

Bringin ya pain

Bringin ya pain



[Verse Two]

It's the smackdown fuck the rockit all lot

I smack niggaz down who think they all that

All you rap niggaz cat fight, just wanna be seen

in the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean

I got a heart like mean Joe Green

I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since sixteen

I'm a addict be in this thug shit is like nigga theme

And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking

I'm like Rakim with hustles, No Jokin

If niggaz try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony

There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers

Like; Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?

You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?

Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac?

It's a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich

Catch twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me flip

Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Clam, Lil' Fame

Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love like bitches

I'm a night time nigga, day riches

I won't even call a woulf for you niggaz

I bring gang bitches it's like order and take-out

You know you gon' get it

[scratch] and Premier's down with it baby!



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

I got a day in the morrow I got no regrets

I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget!

I'm start to the finish I don't like reason

Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all about thieving

Time proofing that I ain't leaving until I'm gone

Put my last mic in my casket and then I won

Raps I repetate while rhymes back in '86

Rush it for the gods, bust it for the gods

You better get your camera out flip the moving ural

That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural

Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now

After the Shakedown still ain't catch no chroma

When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama

And told my nigga how if it get fit I'm fan like power

Sunshine and rain, good time and pain

Like a too tight cardiac watch Diamond Fraine

Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics

Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim

I'm the black man and it's all with the bullet proof doors

With the two overhead cams paddle to the floor

I'm never satisfied in rude war

like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more!

[scratch]

"It's 'bout to be on"

You want beef you can get it

And Premier's down with it baby!



[Chorus x2]



[scratch]

"It's 'bout to be on"